The Beginning of a Dream

I'm Not a Baby Penguin

"When are you hugging like this?" Reffan put his phone down and gently rubbed Safira's head. "He's hungry?"

Sapphira slowly took off her embrace then directly took out a spoonful of food and put it in her mouth to chew.

"Darling, I want to ask you something." Reffan said with the netra always locked to his wife.

Safira immediately looked towards Reffan whose face turned serious.

"Do you prefer comfort or close to me, baby?" Ask Reffan.

"I mean mas?" Safira was confused by the direction of her husband's question.

"If I have a job to a place that is not comfortable for a long time, which do you choose?"

"Safira's most comfortable place on Reffan's side." Lirih Safira replied. "Why are you still asking?" The gloomy face of his wife.

"Astaghfirullah's.." Reffan squealed in his heart, he was sure Sapphira must have misinterpreted.

"Honey.mu mean that mas was worried about your condition that is pregnant." Reffan started to worry about Safira crashing.

The blind look of his wife who glazed over made Reffan feel chaotic because he had forgotten his wife's feelings that might be sensitive.

"It is up to Reffan to judge Sapphira as to what." Safira almost stood up from her seat.

Reffan quickly pulled his wife's arm, leaving her sitting on his lap. Sapphira revolted but Reffan hugged her tightly.

"You haven't eaten, now eat first I'll serve your snack." Reffan said firmly do not want to be denied. "Open your mouth!"

Safira remained silent.

"You're bribed with a spoon or with your mouth?"

"Eat it yourself." Sapphira would seize the spoon in the hands of Reffan but Reffan prevented it. His free hand hugged Sapphira tightly.

"There are no dining options. Want to try bribing with your mouth? Never has he?" Reffan said in a flat tone without a smile made Safira swallow her saliva.

"Wouldn't. I'm not a baby penguin."

Sapphira's reply made Reffan smile.

"But you're like a baby if you're cranky, adorable." Reffan feeds his wife and eats for himself in one dish. Although Safira eats a lot, Reffan takes his rice and side dishes twice.

"It's over with the meal. Release him! I'm gonna take out the dishes and the table."

Reffan let go of his embrace. Safira immediately stood up carrying the dishes to the sink and washed them. Reffan looked only at his wife while pregnant with strawberries. His smile continued to adorn the lips on his handsome face.

"It's over?" Reffan continued to pay attention to his wife who had finished cleaning the dinnerware.

Safira.

"Now what do you want?" Reffan asked his wife who still did not want to smile.

"You're sleeping." Sapphira immediately stepped into the room not waiting for Reffan's reaction.

Reffan was quick to catch up with him to his room, his favorite place wherever he was.

Reffan climbed into the narrow bed following Sapphira, who had been lying on her back almost all covered in blankets.

"Bumil darling, sorry yes earlier maybe I chose the wrong word when asking." Reffan's hand had already crept into Sapphira's arm rubbing gently there. "You're pregnant is it okay to be in a place with makeshift facilities? In the near future I have to visit the place that the resort will be built. This place is still quiet but the beach is very beautiful so the facilities are now still inadequate. There are some things that need to be sorted out so at least according to my estimates at least two weeks I was there. What do you think, baby?" Reffan explained the background of the question earlier that made Safira cranky.

Safira listened but remained silent and did not respond in the least. Reffan who lay behind Sapphira became anxious. His hands began to wander to his favorite place and squeeze it.

"So, you're talking to yourself in silence." Reffan still did not want to keep his wandering hand away.

"Maohrc..." Safira screams to change her position to be stretched out because her husband's hands increasingly mischievous exploring her body.

The opportunity for Reffan was above Sapphira's body looking at the irritated face of his wife.

"Wouldn't you miss seeing me for a long time?" Reffan asked after peeping his wife's lips at a glance.

"Mas miss you?" Safira answered with a question.

"Can't you sleep without hugging me?" Ask Reffan again.

"How's your own mas?" Safira still reverses Reffan's question.

Reffan immediately sucked his wife's lips and bit her.

"Why ask instead of answering." Reffan let go of his lips as he felt Sapphira moaning but restrained, his breath hunting. "Dear jawab!"

After adjusting her breathing, Safira began to speak. "I'm like your reflection in the mirror. When you miss me I'm the same, when you want to hug me I also want to be in your arms."

Reffan smiled, "I want you right now. So you must want me too?"

"It's not so." Sapphira's words were not heard by Reffan. One by one their clothes had already flown and landed irregularly.

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The sun is getting hotter, the warm rays have turned stinging scalp makes people who walk under it sweat. About 150 million kilometers away from the earth and the sun but the heat is already extraordinary at noon. Even though later in the Mahsyar field, the distance of the sun with us is so close, no one can be our helper so as not to drown with our own sweat except our deeds while still alive.

The sweat soaked Sapphira's forehead which was still asleep, the heat outside the house also seemed to be slightly felt inside the house because the AC was turned off.

While Reffan face fresher because he just took a shower and is now struggling with his smartphone.

"Away awake?" Reffan asked Sapphira who opened her eyes slowly.

"What time is it?" Safira asked in a still hoarse voice.

"Half of twelve. Sleep again if you're still sleepy later after Hasna come home we take a walk." Answer Reffan.

Sapphire's eyes closed again after Reffan answered. Safira fell asleep again.

Shortly thereafter Salman's father and Sofi's mother returned home. Reffan opened the door to greet them and accompanied Salman's father to chat for a while.

Almost one o'clock in the afternoon Hasna came home directly knocking on her sister's room.

Sapphira who was fresh because she had slept and bathed opened the door.

"Mbak.. tired no? So not going for a walk?" Hasna asked with a hopeful face.

"Mbak just slept. It's a whole lot now." Safira smiled.

"Asiikkkpov. Wait, ma'am, I want to be ready." Hasna's face was beaming at her brother's answer.

"Mom and dad sure. Get ready first." Safira.

"Dad mom, get ready to go for a walk." Hasna's voice boomed to the corner of the house. Then the man disappeared into the room.

Towards the afternoon they went for a walk after previously stopping by the first Ashar prayer at a mosque they met. Simple streets enjoy the afternoon atmosphere of Yogyakarta which he said will bring you back because of longing while talking warmly enjoy the bakmi godog which is also warm. Here Reffan learns about the simplicity and warmth of a family that every heart will miss when they are no longer under one roof. A reason to go home.

"Ah, I'm worried about taking Sapphira with me but I'm also not calm leaving Sapphira away from me." Inner Reffan was upset when he saw his smiling wife looking at him.