The Beginning of a Dream

Do Only Your Skills

"Aah!" Reffan ruffled his hair, upset that someone knocked on the door at the wrong time. But his feet kept going to open the door.

"Sorry sir, this was my order!" Bayu immediately shrieked when he saw his face Reffan even his voice sounded soft like a squeak.

"You're just interrupting!" Reffan said with a face that was still upset. "Here, thank you." Reffan's hand reached for the package containing the dinner of himself and Sapphira. Then immediately close the door.

Reffan had already closed the door and then put the parcel on the table just like that. As soon as possible he approached his wife who was still standing at the place earlier.

"Your baby!" Reffan's hand was holding his wife's hand towards the bathroom no matter what.

Safira, of course, just resigned to follow where Reffan took him.

Bayu just bengong. But three seconds later he had already turned towards the next house.

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Safira has a new rush now, cooking for her beloved husband. He had prepared a special meal menu for dinner with the owner of his heart. Armed with the internet Safira carefully listen to all the steps in preparing the menu favorite Reffan.

And. as the sun goes home on the western horizon leave today. Safira's hard-working menu is beautiful on the table just waiting to be watered by the hot sauce.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Human voices are longed for in Sapphira's sense of hearing. With a smile and a step as light as a cotton, Safira opened the door for the person she had been waiting for.

"Wa'alaikumsalam mas." Safira gave her prettiest smile to welcome her husband, but she was dressed up more than usual, the fresh fragrance of perfume accompanied her to welcome her husband.

Reffan was immediately stunned, his net had not even blinked. If with a plain face alone is tempting especially with natural makeup plus a bolder lip color.

"Darling..." One word that can still be spoken represents the admiration that made Reffan's vocal cords choked.

Reffan went straight in. I don't want another man to see his wife. He closed the door quickly. His hand immediately grabbed his wife's waist, pulling Sapphira's body against his. And of course Sapphira's lips were his first target, polishing them in tantalizing colors was the same as provoking passion in Reffan for **********.

"Mmmm..mass." Troubled by the breath of Safira could separate his thick lips from the predator.

"Built dong mas first, at least wash your hands and feet." Safira pouted at Reffan who had just come already pouncing on him.

Reffan smiled, "You are so beautiful, so dear, how resistant." Still stealing the kiss to his wife's lips.

"Mas ih's. My hijab is all scuffed. This was purposely put on like this to make dinner special." Safira was still pouting.

Reffan glanced at the table that had been arranged beautifully by his wife with his favorite menu.

"You cook?" Reffan turned to look at the pretty face in front of him.

Safira nodded steadily. She had tasted her homemade sausage, she was sure it tasted good.

"Special dinner is not like this shirt. Here I pick a shirt." Reffan pulled Safira's hand into the room.

Sapphira grew sullen after Reffan handed her a sexy maroon dress.

"Quick change clothes, I take a shower and it's beautiful." Reffan blinked as he stepped into the bathroom. "Don't forget, loop your hair!"

"Lt!" Sapphira was getting more and more manyun which made Reffan laugh happily.

Wasn't the plan Sapphira wanted to spoil Reffan's tongue with his cooking. But the fact that the food was only glimpsed for a while, Reffan instead focused on the appearance of his wife. Although upset Sapphira changed clothes also with the choice of Reffan dress then neatly curled her hair. His mind was instantly filled with the shadow of Reffan that was about to eat his neck. After feeling perfect appearance Safira closed his eyes do'a. Hopefully tonight's dinner menu doesn't change for him.

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Reffan stepped gallantly with the towel in his hand that was still rubbing his wet hair. His smile continued to flirt looking at his wife who was more beautiful and seductive than his appearance earlier. His lips, smooth neck, sculpted body, thighs that peek because it is not closed perfectly. This one is more tempting than her favorite food at the table.

"We're eating now, are we?" Said Safira while pulling down her dress was about to cover her thigh which continued to be glimpsed by Reffan.

"If you're not pregnant, I'm already in bed right now." Reffan's sentence makes his favorite hue appear on the face of Sapphira's smooth cheeks. Safira immediately ran outside the room before Reffan pulled her into the bed.

Safira was already sitting facing the dining table. Netra Reffan still continued to watch him not darting even a bit even his favorite menu was unable to avert his eyes.

"Maassa..." Sapphira whines as Reffan keeps looking at her, the result of his hard work cooking Reffan's favorite menu has not yet caught his attention.

"What's the matter, baby?" Reffan was still unconscious, his wife was getting upset.

"Mas doesn't want to try my cooking. It's my first time making steak and it's specifically for Reffan?" Safira uttered with a serious face restraining her annoyance.

"Ok we eat!" Reffan began to splash his still warm sauces, brownish-colored sausage began to envelop the steak with a tempting aroma but unfortunately Safira was more tempting than the dish in front of him. Even though his hand was dousing his sausage, his gaze still targeted his wife.

Reffan began to cut the steak into a small size that was ready to be devoured, for a moment his eyes focused on the steak meat then while chewing it, his eyes turned back to Sapphira.

Safira looked at Reffan's face expectantly, hoping that her husband would like her and praise her.

"Not bad." Lightweight Reffan vibe.

But the lightness of Reffan's speech made Sapphira's body limp instantly. Not bad for Safira is definitely not a compliment that is the same as usual.

"Did it taste bad? At least if it's not good why did Reffan not cover it with a little praise?" Safira grumbled in his heart.

Sapphira began to cut the meat of her steak after previously dousing sausage on it. He just tasted his sausage.

"Ah right, the meat is not as tender as restaurant-made. It's just normal. Especially for Reffan the hotel owner, his tongue must be sensitive to food." Safira still said in his heart, hope was Reffan praised his cooking which is his favorite menu has flown.

Reffan was still eating his wife's food with a netra that never darted off his target. It seems that now he is beginning to catch the gloomy face of his wife.

"Darling... why?" Reffan asked not feeling any guilt.

"Don't like the steak?" Safira said slowly.

"It's over, baby. Have a look!" Reffan turned his wife's gaze to look at the steak that was two pieces on his plate.

"But not good, right?" Safira had a sad face.

"Who said it wasn't good?"

"So I said not bad."

"That doesn't mean it's bad, dear."

"Absually do you mean?"

Reffan smiles. Now the steak on his plate was gone. Actually, he was quick to spend it because he could not bear to see his wife.

"Come here!" Reffan stretched out his hand forcing Sapphira to grab it with his gaze.

Reffan sat Sapphira in his lap.

"Sorry to upset you. I was too honest and disappointed you. But you see my plate is empty it's a sign I like it."

Safira was silent.

"Not bad is more towards positive things dear. I like everything you do for me. But I don't want to force you to make what I like." Reffan.

Reffan pulls the saffron plate, then feeds it into Sapphira's mouth.

"It's amazing because the first time you made it was. How do you think it feels?" Reffan asked.

"Obviously. The meat's not like it's at a restaurant." Safira answered as well.

"You feel it too, so if I praise you too much you'll know I'm lying." Reffan slit his wife's neck.

"Chefs learn specifically to make them and they've made it so natural that their steak is perfect. And you made it for the first time and it's amazing." Reffan spoke while peeping at his wife's neck.

"I want to learn from them. I want to be able to make a menu like Reffan." Sapphira began to be able to expel his sadness.

"Chefku men all. You want them I fired." Reffan now seems upset.

"Eh.. How is that mas?"

"That's dear. Cook what you can all this time I really like it. Vegetable lodeh, whatever soup you are used to cooking. Just do your thing!" Reffan said that his hand had already fed the last piece to his wife's mouth.

"My skills?" Safira seemed to think.

"Talking me to bed." The whisper of Reffan in his wife's ear.