The Beginning of a Dream

We're Still Going to Town

When the sun rose above the head, Reffan went home to Sapphira. Sapphira who heard the voice of Reffan, Bayu and Tama immediately approached the door to open it even though Reffan brought the key but Sapphira wanted to open the door for her husband.

The three men were still chatting yet instantly fell silent as their eyes almost simultaneously looked at the table on the porch of the house that Reffan occupied. What they saw brought the conversation between them to a standstill. And when Sapphira opened the door, the three of them turned their eyes towards Sapphira.

Safira retreated when she saw the three male gazes focused towards her. But Reffan quickly stepped right in front of his wife.

"What is this, baby?" Reffan pointed at the package with a glance at his eyes.

"So there was a delivery, he said from the Reffan. I told him to put it in there." Answer Sapphira.

"Male or female?" Reffan asked again.

"Male. Didn't you tell me?" Ask Safira.

"Smart kid!" Reffan rubbed Safira's head covered in a headscarf.

Reffan glanced at Bayu, Bayupun nodded as if knowing what his boss ordered. Then Reffan turned Sapphira's body to enter the house with one of his hands carrying a bag containing a food box.

"It must be hungry, right? Let's eat!" Reffan pulled up a chair for Sapphira to sit down. Then pull the chair next to Safira. Not yet seated, Sapphira clasped her husband's arm.

"We wash our hands!" Said Safira softly. Sapphire stood up again smilingly looking at her husband who was also smiling towards her.

Handwashing together scrambled the running water until at last Reffan stood behind Sapphira washing his wife's hands and his own. A brief kiss landed on Sapphira's lips as Sapphira twisted her body. It was only a short time, for Reffan knew his wife must have been starving.

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Bayu took the parcel from the table on the porch of the house occupied by Reffan. Observed, opened, smelled, flipped through the side dish and ended up in the back lid. After that his net gaze still continued to focus on the package in front of him.

Tama just shook her head, as her stomach was already hungry. Finally he preceded Bayu eating the food he brought earlier.

"Who sent this food?" Bayu mutters. "What's the point?"

"The woman who welcomed our arrival at that time." Tama answered Bayu's murmur while chewing the food in his mouth.

"The man who drove her." Reply Bayu.

"All of it." Tama still answered by chewing.

"Why sure?" Bayu now asked.

"High eyes." Tama replied quickly, her hands will already scoop up food again.

"destination?" Bayu wanted to make sure what came to his mind was also the same as Tama thought.

"Saffira." Answer Tama while chewing.

"That means?"

"Two possibilities, poison or harm Sapphira. But I don't think it's the first." Tama answered lightly but then her forehead wrinkled. "Or..."

Bayu looked at her then tried to prevent the compact bad thoughts from possessing their brains.

"We act!" Bayu said quickly.

"Leave it first. Mr. Reffan's wife is not a fool. But we better not leave Sapphira alone." Tama. "Ask our man who watches over Bara!"

Bayu nodded because that was also what he had in mind. "Daritadi you called Safira Sapphira had never seen Mr. Reffan wrath mixed with jealousy plus annoyance. Can get off your degrees."

Tama immediately swallowed the unfinished food in his mouth. Instantly his eyes went straight around him.

"My voice is softening?" Tama is starting to worry.

Bayu was enjoying Tama's anxious face.

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"What's the matter, baby, since you've been quiet here?" Reffan immediately wrapped his hands in Sapphira's stomach, gently rubbing the belly of his wife who was now in it growing their baby.

Safira smiled turning to her husband, "Gak papa kok mas."

"Don't believe! You are usually not like this. Is there something you're thinking?" Reffan stared fixedly at the beautiful face of his wife. The dark outside made his wife's face appear to shine reflecting light from the lights in the room.

Safira. He tried to smile as sweetly as possible.

Reffan's fingers were already dancing around Sapphira's waist.

"Aaaa.m." Sapphira who will run immediately arrested Reffan. His fingers again moved nimble at his wife's waist.

"Mas already.". "the laughter of Safira has exploded can not stand the amused caused by Reffan's fingers.

"Say! What are you thinking?" Reffan smiled at Safira who had sagged in his arms. His face was flushed with laughter. Reffan was hugging Sapphira from behind.

"I really don't papa mas. Just confused what to do here. Mas forbid this and that, cooking, cleaning, also going out the door of the house. Sorry I'm just not used to it." Safira answered while leaning against Reffan's chest.

"What do you want to do?" Reffan could not yet guess what Safira wanted.

"May I take a walk around here, to the people's houses?" Safira asked in a soft voice, in fact she also hesitated that Reffan would allow it.

"No!" Reffan answered quickly, the incident was immediately remembered in his memory.

Safira took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. "Is it because someone delivered the food this afternoon?"

"One of them." Answer Reffan fast.

"Misplaced?"

"I can't let you go anywhere by yourself baby. This isn't your territory, we're immigrants here." Reffan hugged Sapphira tighter and tighter.

Sapphira fell silent again because what Reffan said was true.

"Tomorrow we'll take a walk into town. We'll shop for the ingredients you need for cooking or for our needs while here."

"Nearly here is no one selling daily necessities mas?" Ask Safira wonder.

"I don't know either. Maybe Bayu knows. But we're still going to town."

"Mas need anything?"

"Hmmm..." Reffan only cleared his throat as his hands had already ventured into his favorite places.

"What does it take to get to town?" Safira asked as her hand dispelled Reffan's guerrilla hand and infiltrated behind her headscarf covering her chest.

"It's a hotel room." Reffan's whisper near his wife's ear.

"Mas ih..." Sapphira pinched her husband's arm firmly making Reffan's hand straight out of his hiding place and rubbed the results of his wife's actions.

"Sick baby..." Reffan glared at Safira, his hand immediately reaching for his wife's waist which was about to blur. His fingers immediately moved agilely around Safira's waist and then switched to dancing around his wife's neck.

"Aaaa. haaa. geez mas." Sapphira's body has been wriggling to and fro. As Reffan's hand closed the window, Sapphira immediately ran from her husband's clutches. Run to the room and hide his entire body under the covers. Sapphira must have forgotten that she ran to Reffan's favorite place.

On the porch of the house next door, although not intended to listen, still the sound of laughter Sapphira carried the wind to their ears. They looked at each other and threw their eyes forward.

"I'm not strong I live next door to the newlyweds' house. They have been married for a month." Mumbles one of them in the heart.

"O Allah, I am really wronged to live here. May I pray, O Allah, do you not always grant the wronged. Please send me an angel, O Allah, so that I have a busy night besides accompanying the man beside me." Wail the other one.