The Beginning of a Dream

There Are Still Many Real Men

"Is there a plan today?" Reffan asked his wife who had just laid down the Qur'an after reading it. Reffan himself had just prayed at dawn in the mosque with Salman's father.

"Ehmm. No mas yet." Safira thought for a moment then shook his head because honestly he wanted to go to Yogyakarta because he missed his parents and his brother.

Reffan smiled then approached his wife who was opening her door.

"Are we going all day in that bed? Turns out the narrow bed was fun too." Reffan whispered in Sapphira's ear.

Now Sapphira glanced at Reffan. Her husband's face was so close that it made an uninvited debate. It still feels the same as the beginning of the meeting, near Reffan always makes his heart work hard.

Tok tok tok. The sound of the door being knocked from outside.

Sapphira immediately moved away from her husband with a sigh of relief to be able to regulate the pounding on her chest. Then open the door that turns out there is Sofi's mom outside the room.

"The same mother father to the mosque first yes, there is a marriage contract of his daughter Pak Nan, he asked us to help prepare the marriage contract. Later the event continued walimah at the village hall. You take your husband to breakfast, baby. Hasna had also just left to do group tasks. This is the key to the house, Hasna and I have brought you, maybe you'll be out."

Safira remembers Hasna wanting to go for a walk yesterday but having to do group work for Monday. Hasna's face was very disappointed yesterday because she wanted to go for a walk with her brother.

"Mom and dad go first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Careful ma'am."

"Dear to God." Bu Sofi replied immediately out of the house because her husband had been waiting for her on the terrace.

Safira turned body. Her net instantly caught a smile on her husband's lips. Suspicious smile.

Safira immediately walked out of the room towards the kitchen while Reffan to the front door made sure all the doors and windows were locked.

After completing the security mission, Reffan soon caught up with his wife who was in the kitchen cutting fruit.

Reffan slowly approached his wife who pretended not to see her husband coming. Sapphira's eyes focused on the fruit in front of her inversely proportional to the pair of eagle eyes that focused on her.

"Bikin what a darling?" Reffan stood behind Sapphira.

"Bikin juice mas. Wait at the dinner table first." Sapphira spoke with eyes that were still focused on the blade and the fruit.

"Beliminate yes." Without Reffan's consent, he immediately took the knife in Sapphira's right hand and the strawberry that had not been cut by his wife.

Reffan slashed casually while Sapphira's back was already stuck to his chest. Actually, the chest pounding of both of them is not because it's just that Reffan is good at covering it. While Sapphira who did nothing so looks wrong behavior is between the kitchen table and Reffan's body.

"Mas I got the blender." Safira tries to get out of her husband's confinement.

"Wait a minute, it's not done yet." Reffan put down the knife he was holding and then pulled Sapphira's hair covering her neck forward. Now Reffan is free to kiss the wife's neck while completing a fruit-cut event.

"Mas ih's. I can't move it." Sapphira pouted because of the breath and the kiss of Reffan on her neck made her body react.

Reffan laughed, then fed Safira strawberries.

"What do you want to do? It's delicious. You're the one who thinks everywhere. Aye right?" Reffan teased Safira who had already blushed her face.

Sapphira encouraged Reffan to let go of freeing himself. Not even stepping Reffan had grabbed his wife's waist making Sapphira face towards him with a body without distance.

"Mas.. hungry.we haven't had breakfast yet." Said Safira bleached when felt her husband's body stiffened.

Reffan smiled, "Why do you stay close."

"Mistake yourself you're flirting." Said Reffan anxious after peeping Sapphira's lips at a glance.

"Mas hungry..." Said Safira again. "The child is hungry too."

Reffan smiled at Sapphira using his son's excuse.

"No need to make juice. Just eat the strawberries. Holding it!" Reffan gave a bowl of strawberries to Sapphira and then took his wife and sat her down to the table.

Reffan first took Sapphira food even though Safira's hand was also outstretched to take food.

"Sit down sweet!" Reffan smiled fondly at his wife.

Sapphires also sculpt only the glazed neutrals. Somehow there was a memory that just darted away making him suddenly remembered.

Reffan was ready with a spoonful of food in front of Sapphira's lips but his wife was like daydreaming unaware of the bribe in front of her.

Reffan put the spoon back on the plate.

Cup..

A brief sniff surprised Safira.

"What do you think about leaving a handsome husband in front of you?" Reffan said with a sharp look.

Safira returned her husband's stern gaze, her net focus on the eagle's eyes Reffan tried to find confidence in it.

"What's wrong?" Reffan asked again.

"Will it stay like this until later? Until I'm no more in this world?" Safira asked with an erratic expression.

"What did you say? I don't like you saying that Sapphira." Reffan's face changed, the look on his face showed he did not like the words of his wife, even Reffan called Safira name not with affection as usual.

Safira. "Many stories of a husband playing around behind his wife while her wife is pregnant or after giving birth to her child. One child, two, three. His wife may be different but that is how the man of the woman who has given birth to his offspring. Even if a woman was asked to choose between her son's life and her own, she wouldn't think twice about saving her son's life."

"What did you say, baby? Why think like that?" Reffan softens as his wife drifts away with his feelings.

"Fairuz is not the only one who betrayed his wife on this earth." Safira raised her face to see her husband's face.

"And the Fairuz kind of man is only a handful of people because there are still many real men like Salman's father and Rendra's father."

Reffan's words made Sapphira realize, "Sorry mas."

"Why do you even remember Fairuz, I'm even so close to you right now." Reffan peaked the top of his wife's head.

"Don't say anything more about it. I'm not gonna do anything that makes my son hate me for the rest of my life. Anyways.." Reffan paused his sentence. "You are more than enough for me. Very beautiful in my eyes, very comfortable in my heart. Thank you for being ready beside me. Yes, although it's a little pushy, but you must also like me forcibly marrying me?" Reffan smiles seductively.

Safira hugging her husband drowned her merry face. "Yes, I like it" he said softly.

Reffan tried to take off his wife's embrace but Sapphira instead strengthened the girth of her hand hugging Reffan not want her husband to see her face and instead teased her even more.

Reffan grabbed the vibrating phone on the table. A message from Bayu's assistant.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Sorry Mr Reffan, is tomorrow you are in Jakarta? It looks like the resort development project in Nusa Tenggara needs direct supervision and review."