The Beginning of a Dream

The Warm Simplicity

Reffan looked at Sapphira anxiously. Don't let Sapphira make him sleep alone. The one who was looking at was even a worried smile.

"Can't be so Hasna, now your sister is married differently than before." Salman's father rebuked his youngest daughter.

"Kan mumpak Fira is here well." Hasna had a sour face plus a frown adorned her lips. "Can mas?" Suddenly Hasna smiled sweetly seducing her sister-in-law.

Reffan was surprised to hear a confused grin to answer what. He clearly did not want to sleep alone. But seeing her adek expression, Reffan felt like a cruel sister-in-law who snatched away his older brother.

"Hasna!" Salman's father spoke softly but hinted that he did not like the sulking Hasna.

Safira just smiled saying nothing but glancing at his eyes as if playing with Reffan's heart. Reffan who caught Safira's smile muttered in his heart. "Observe you! You must wish I'd granted your adek's request."

"Mas nginep here is only two days deck. Later ya bobok with mbak Safiranya, mbakmu still here until next weekend." Reffan smiled at Safira who faded his ignorant smile.

"Well, dong." Hasna hugged Sapphira's arms no longer pouting.

"I'm sorry, son of Reffan. Hasna is still like a small child who sticks around if there is her brother. Understandably his brother is only Safira." Said Salman's father.

"No papa yah. Raffi also likes to follow me even though fighting only when together." Reffan smiled at his wife.

"So soon will Magrib come to the mosque?" Salman's father rose from his seat.

Reffan looked at Sapphira. Safira smiled back.

"Yes, come on." Reffanpun stood up and bowed his body peeling his wife's forehead making others smile happily.

After the magrib prayer, there was a study filled by an ustadz. Salman's father offered Reffan a lecture. Reffanpun. Simple but somehow there is peace that Reffan felt in the midst of the warmth of the Sapphira family. Reffan believes Salman's father's family can be seen more than it seems now. The proof is so adeknya accepted to college in Yogyakarta, they can decide to buy a house just like that. But they prefer to live a simple life and do a simple routine every day. Safira's father almost always prayed together in the mosque and put some money into the mosque box every time he entered the mosque.

Reffan sat down beside Salman's father, listening to ustadz's delivery while pondering.

"Let the world be in your hands, not in your heart. And put God in your heart. Then your heart will be an alarm to keep your deeds out of the rules that God sets out of the world whose enjoyment is only temporary. That way we won't forget where we're going back. Because actually what we do in this world will be provision when we return later. The Prophet reminded us that an intelligent person is one who remembers death. It's not unusual, because a person who remembers death will be careful in his actions, he doesn't want the end of his life to be in the bad."

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Reffan had just returned from the mosque with Salman's father.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Said Salman's father.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Sofi's mother answered quickly and then walked over to greet her husband.

"Sleeping out, ma'am? Where's the kids?" Salman's father asked as he walked into the living room.

"That's..." Bu Sofi pointed to her two daughters with her eyes.

Salman and Reffan's father both smiled to see the sleeping brothers hugging on a thick carpet.

"They ate first. Father and son Reffan eat first now. Just leave them there first. Sorry son of Reffan, understand they're just two brothers." Said Bu Sofi while pulling her husband into the dining room.

"Yes Mom. No papa ma'am I understand too, I am also only two brothers but it is impossible to sleep cuddle that there are kicks.

Bu Sofi and Salman's father laughed at the words of his son-in-law.

Salman and Reffan's father had dinner while Ms. Sofi sat near her two sleeping daughters.

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"Mother wake them up yeah yeah. Poor sleep on the carpet." Bu Sofi asked her husband who was chatting casually with his daughter-in-law after eating.

"Well, daddy cool still strong fat Hasna." Spontaneous Reffan amazed at his father-in-law.

"Clear dong." Said Salman's proud father then quickly moved Hasna to his room followed by Bu Sofi who walked behind him.

Salman's father came out of Hasna's room.

"Aren't you carrying Safira?" Salman's father asked Reffan, who was still sitting next to Sapphira, smilingly looking at his wife's face.

"Well, you don't know yet, I'm carrying Safira with just one hand." Reffan bragging.

"Try anyway!" Salman's father served.

"Not now yeah. Safira's stomach is in it." Reffan smiled mischievously.

"What connection?" Salman's father was curious.

"Dad knows how people can handle sacks of rice? That's how it is." Answer Reffan lightly.

"Lhuh... Haha.haa.." Salman's father laughed.

While Reffan smiled, he breathed deeply remembering how he once carried Sapphira on his shoulder when his emotions were unstable.

After he stopped laughing, Salman's father told Reffan to take Sapphira to the room so that the two of them could rest.

Reffanpun carefully carried Sapphira to his room and then put slowly into a narrow bed with a width of 120 centimeters.

Salman's father followed into the room as he remembered something.

"Sorry I forgot to change my bed. Need a folding mattress?" Ask Reffan's father.

"No need to. Enough for both." Reffan smiled broadly.

"You're this. Yes, if you need something just tap our room do not hesitate!" Salman's father passed away.

"Yes yeah, thank you." Reffanpun approached the door waiting for Salman's father to be seen and then locked the door.

Now Reffan went up to the bed looking at his wife's face and seeing Safira's eyelashes twitching, making Reffan smile.

Reffan lay on his side and opened his headscarf, throwing it in any direction. Then his hand unbuttoned the top of Safira's pajama. Sapphira's closed face looked agitated, her eyelashes twitching.

Reffan accidentally unbuttoned slowly while enjoying his wife's riled face. Three buttons were already open, Sapphira immediately tilted her body back to Reffan in a curled position.

Reffan got rid of the hair covering the nape of Sapphira then kissed her. Reffan could feel Sapphira's breathing getting faster. His hand forcefully entered behind the shirt that had been opened.

"Son, dare to pretend to sleep." Reffan's hand has squeezed his favorite.

"Of course!" Sapphira moved to a lying position and tried to pull her husband's hand. Her eyes had already glanced at her husband who was smiling mischievously.

"Nake?" Ask Reffan naughty.

Manyun safira. "Mas I take a folding mattress?" This narrow bed.

"We're used to it, in a hospital bed we can." Reffan pulled Sapphira and hugged her not letting his wife dodge anymore. "Hold your voice we'll be raided!" Reffan bit his wife's ear while Sapphira could only bite her lips preventing a sound from coming out of her lips.