The Beginning of a Dream

Gratified

Safira was surprised to see Bella standing at the door. Bell's mother was no less surprised.

Safira tried to smile at Bella.

"Son't you home yet?" His mother smiled at Bella. "You must be tired!"

"If I had anywhere else to stay I wouldn't have come back here. Of course I'm tired, I'm not the daughter of a rich man." Bella walks into the living room standing in front of Sapphira only separated by a table.

"And you're Miss Reffan, there's no need to say anything here. Your life is just about enjoying your husband's treasure. Don't brag about being grateful, do you want to switch roles to be me?" Bella looked at Safira cynically.

While the three men who witnessed Bella enter the house can already guess if it must be Bella's house. The three of them began to look at what was going to happen.

"Will Safira be all right." Tama is not strong not to talk.

"It's gonna be okay. Bu safira can defend against two men let alone just one woman like Bella." The real wood was also worried about establishing the answer.

Reffan was of course also agitated, where perhaps he did not think of his pregnant wife. But in the small corner of his heart there was a belief that Sapphira could solve this.

Fifty seconds.twenty seconds.thirty seconds.thirty seconds.still still there was no sound among the three men who were actually anxious.

Sixty seconds...

"Don't we better see what's going on in there." I began to not be able to stop myself from being silent.

"Are we not going to disturb the women there or even make Bella emotionally watch our arrival?" Molly began to think about the consequences.

Bayu and Tama turned their heads to look at her boss who still had not said anything.

"We pass the yard next door, walk slowly not to be seen. We hear from behind the wall what's going on inside. Don't look out the window." Reffan spoke up.

Bayu and Tama stared at Reffan.

"You heard no?" Reffan had raised his voice because he did not respond to the two people in front of him.

"Yes sir agrees." Bayu and Tama answered quickly.

"Remember not making a fuss in the people's house." Reffan said again.

"Ready." Bayu and Tama answered at the same time.

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Safira was still smiling. Presumably Bella's mother was also surprised Bella knew Sapphira and called her Miss Reffan. What the beautiful woman next to her is the wife of the resort owner who will be built near her residence.

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Safira looked at Bella who was also looking at him with a sharp and annoyed look.

"Do you think I want my mom to be insulted by a kid like you? I also obviously don't want my brother to have a sister who can't set a good example for him. And again, how may I want you to take my position as Reffan's wife. I love all my family, I'm grateful for my current position." Safira answered firmly.

"Of course you are grateful, where there are wives of wealthy businessmen not grateful. If you were in my position, what would I be grateful for? I've been orphaned since childhood, my mother can only send me to school and feed me that too not until my S1 graduation. I had to fight between college and making money. My body crumbs every night. And it keeps repeating itself every day. Even weekend I have to keep working because the cafe visitors will be more crowded. What can I be grateful for, Miss Reffan, even now I have to work hard but I can't get out of this house."

Bella's mother is back sobbing. It hurt so much that Sapphira saw it, not because of Bella's words but because of the tears that came out of the corner of her mother's eyes.

"You asked me? I will answer, listen carefully and open your heart because so many have escaped our gratitude. Be thankful that the morning you open your eyes you still breathe free air, there is no oxygen hose in your nose, you can still move your body. Be thankful you can still see the eyebrow shadow in front of the mirror see the results of your eyebrow pencil paintings symmetrical or not. Be thankful that your hands can still wash your body and clean your body parts after shitting. Be thankful your feet can still wear high hells shoes." Sapphira stopped saying, her net heated up.

"You still have eyes so there's no need to feel and use a special book to read, you still have hands that you can use to enjoy the food in front of you, you have light feet walking anywhere without a cane let alone a wheelchair. While many are far less fortunate than us. Picking things up and walking around with a palpation because only darkness he saw. Eat with his feet because he doesn't know what it's like to have hands. Walking with the support of a brace because his legs aren't as normal as we are." Safira shed tears of her words not only for Bella but also for herself, reminding her of the gratitude that is often overlooked.

Bella. Upsetly glared at Safira but honestly her hard heart started to be pierced by the light.

"I also want to feel like those who are struggling with treasure. Happy to have anything, respected by anyone." Lirih Bella revealed her heart.

"If wealth becomes the measure of happiness. Why are there rich people who are stressed to the point of wearing illegal goods? If wealth is peace, why is there a rich man whose family is falling apart? If wealth is the goal, why is it that once the person is rich is still busy looking for illicit ways to add to his wealth? If wealth is honor, why did his property drop him into such a dishonorable place in prison?"

Bella looked at Safira, a beautiful woman who closed her aura but still stunning her appearance.

"If we are forced to cry in the world, make sure we will not cry in the hereafter. Because once we part with our bodies, we won't be able to go back to correct what we did in the world." Safira looked at Netra Bella. He really felt sorry for Bella.

Bella's eyes were already glazed but she blinked to hold the liquid so as not to melt in front of Sapphira.

"I'm sorry I talk so much. I don't feel better than you. But I just can't stand a mother crying because of her child. If your mother only thinks about her, I'm sure your mother married again first. Your mother is old but I can see the remains of her former beauty who was eaten by her hard work for raising you."

Bella's mother's body trembled, what Safira said reminded her again of what happened decades ago.

Bell cried, still remembered when he was eight years old, his mother rejected the proposal of a rich widower with a son who was interested in him. His mother rejected him for fear that his son would have a stepfather and a half-brother.

"I'm sorry, again sorry, I talk too much." Sapphira gently rubbed her mother Bella's hand and stood up to leave the house.

"Son, what's your name?" Bella's mother asked with the rest of the sobs still clearly visible.