The Beginning of a Dream

What If I...

Reffan looked at his wife, his heart also hurt as Safira's heart ached. Today Reffan saw Sapphira as fragile as ever. The woman he knew had two sides, graceful and mighty, now she was helpless.

Reffan climbs onto Safira's bed, a not-so-large hospital gurney toasting two of their bodies. The body of Sapphira came into his arms.

The hug Safira always missed made her calm, making her realize she needed her husband so much. She used to be an independent woman, living alone away from close family made her not want to depend on anyone and again she is the first child who has always tried to keep her brother. But now, God shows his frail side when bound to the man whom the Creator sends to take responsibility for himself.

One and a half months of marriage age, releasing the status of single quickly even impressed suddenly. Reffan Satriya Bagaskara had indeed made him weak since the beginning of their encounter. Forced men who act quickly to tie him up.

"I just learned to be a wife. Sorry to disappoint you." A speck of clear liquid escaped from its neutral angle, Sapphira removed it quickly. "And now God gave me the gift of being a future mother. Can I be a good mother while I'm still trained to be a good wife?"

Reffan rubbed his wife's cheek gently. "I am not the perfect prophet Muhammad how I can hope my wife is perfect. We are both learning, baby, it's okay if by learning we still find flaws. Wouldn't that make us better. Precisely when we feel that we no longer need to learn we will not find what we have to improve." Reffan gave a glimpse of Sapphira's lips. "You by my side are of infinite happiness, the best wife and God willing will be a good mother to our children."

Sapphira hugged her husband. There was a sense of happiness that suddenly flowed all the cells of his body. Is not the happiness of a wife when her husband accepts her as she is. Want to understand his weakness and gently remind him of his mistake. "Thank you for that." Lirih.

"Everything dear." Answer Reffan softly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Safira still felt she had to apologize. "I've been stubborn all along." Sapphira looked at her husband's face after being satisfied in Reffan's arms. "If only...."

Sapphira had not finished his sentence, Reffan had already placed his index finger on Sapphira's lips.

"Srsttt... God does not like us to dream. Let what has happened take away his wisdom." Reffan peeping darling Safira head tops.

Sapphira nodded, "I'm sorry." she said softly, however there was regret in Sapphira's heart and perhaps this was God's way of reprimanding her for too often negotiating with her husband's word.

"Don't apologize anymore. And don't even think about troubling your husband. Needed by you is happiness for me. It's my job to meet all your needs, take care of you, make you happy. I'm happy to meet your inner and birth needs." Reffan said with a smile of a million meanings.

Sapphira blushed with what her husband said because her brain was imagining a no-no.

"Patience! Don't ask now, we're in the hospital." Reffan who saw the hue on his wife's face became eager to tease Sapphira.

"Yes. It's not..." Sapphira turned her back to her husband's body, ashamed of her misbehavior. His face must now have been flushed like fried shrimp because it felt his cheeks were heating up.

Reffan hugged her from behind. Without a word, Safira's body froze at such a close distance. So even Reffan who must refrain does not act more. Reffan took off his arms and stood up from his position, causing Safira to turn around.

"I'm going to the bathroom first baby, soon Adzan." Before leaving, Reffan rubbed Safira's head.

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"Three more spoons, baby. It's your favorite food lhoo." Reffan was feeding Sapphira. Their faces were both fresher after cleansing themselves.

"Yes mas. I love the food especially the big warehousing but this portion of jumbo mas. Very pleased." Sapphira showed her face as she rubbed her stomach to stop her mouthful.

"Your portions must grow dear, my son will grow in your belly."

Safira pouting.

Reffan smiled, there were words that made Sapphira pout. "Our son will get bigger in your belly baby. Anyway right now I'm feeding our son, so open your mouth quick." Reffan touched Sapphira's chin to open his mouth.

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The night is increasingly concentrated sign of rest. Reffan told Sapphira to go to sleep, she herself was lying on her side facing his wife with her arms propping her head.

"Mas Reffan didn't sleep on a sofa bed?" Sapphira asked her husband.

"You kicked me out like that?" Reffan played his index finger on Sapphira's face. "Do you remember this place?"

"Where might I forget you." Sapphira smiled even though she was actually creeped out to remember Reffan who could not be denied at that time.

"I don't want to sleep on the sofa bed anymore, right now you're mine." Reffan pinched Safira's nose.

"Mas not comfortable going to sleep. Later even tired all his body." Sapphira worried about her husband.

"Be quiet! Sleep on! Or would I give you some good sleeping pills?" Reffan closed his eyes, plunging his face into Sapphira's neck. But suddenly Reffan remembered something, his net opened up again. "Darling.."

"Yes mas?" Sapphira looked at her husband's face.

"What have you done to Bagas that he feels indebted to you?"

Safira was surprised her husband asked her that.

"So Bagas said it but didn't want to tell him instead of asking me to ask you." Reffan looked a little upset.

"Just a little help mas." Safira replied lightly.

"What's that?" Reffan is still curious.

"I'm sorry I don't want to tell you but I don't want to remember what I did to help people. Does not God like it when we give alms with our right hand, our left hand does not see it. I'm just afraid there's tucked away an arrogant feeling that I don't deserve." Safira spoke carefully.

Reffan was still staring fixedly at his wife.

"Trust me, I will do the same if I am in my position at that time. Someone who helps his friend no more." Sapphira again explained because her husband was still staring at her.

"alright. If you don't want to remember." Reffan hugged Sapphira's body as if hugging a bolster.

"Do you love me Sapphira? Why don't you call me baby?" Reffan whispered with his eyes closed.

A red tinge appeared on Sapphira's cheeks, suddenly she was ashamed of herself by her husband's question. Safira was still embarrassed to call her husband so especially if someone else heard her.

"Why silence? Who do you love Safira?" Reffan still closed his eyes.

Safira smiled ignorantly.

"What if I love Bagas mas?"