The Beginning of a Dream

Standby

"Don't think of anything!" Reffan grabbed Safira's shoulder then led her to the side porch.

The gurgling sound of miniature waterfalls falling into the pond contains dozens of fish dominated orange color spoil the eyes and refresh the mind. Reffan really prepared everything nicely. After everything was ready he gave a surprise to his wife.

Reffan sat Sapphira beside his mother. He squatted between his wife and his mother.

"Mama and Sapphira, please understand. A husband's happiness can provide a comfortable place to live for his wife and children. Staying above his labors, arranging and arranging his palace according to his wishes is a dream of a man." Reffan's right hand held Raisa's mama's hand and his left hand held Safira's.

Safira still looks moody but then Raisa's mom starts to look smiling.

"Mama understands baby, it's up to you. You do not feel bad Sapphira, mama was just trying luck alone maybe Reffan changed his mind well even though mama knew if Reffan had decided it would be impossible to change it." Mama Raisa rubbed her daughter-in-law's hand gently.

Reffan smiled, "There is already a mama's room here, mama can stay at any time. We can also often visit mama and papa, is not still one city. Anyways..." Reffan raised Safira's chin which looked down to look at him. "We are newlyweds, later mama can be envious if every day see us, will pity papa." Reffan smiled winked and managed to make mama Raisa glare.

"That kid. Yes, yes." Mama Raisa has pinched Reffan's waist. Reffan retreated and there was a chase between Reffan and Raisa's mother.

Sapphira whose face was blushing even more because she laughed to see Reffan cornered and rewarded dozens of pinch by her mother.

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Sapphira's pregnancy age has entered twelve weeks, her stomach has begun to look enlarged. Her pretty face looks even more radiant and adorable to Reffan of course. For he will not allow any other man to enjoy the sculpture of the Creator on his wife's face.

Today they are in Surabaya to attend the wedding of his best friend Bagas and Ira. Bagas decided to hold a reception in Surabaya to make it easier for his friends to attend the reception. That's the second reason because actually the first reason is because Reffan gave Bagas the freedom to wear a ballroom in his hotel. Isn't this an opportunity that doesn't need to be thought of twice. Moreover, Reffan also provides vouchers for honeymoon packages.

Kindness without frills keeps them in a cycle of giving to each other. For Reffan what he gave to Bagas was not worth the kindness of Bagas who saved his wife. And for Bagas what he did was a must because Sapphira was his best friend who did not need an identity to help him, so that Bagas could meet his mother at the last moment of the life of the woman who had given birth to him. They just did what they were supposed to do as humans. But is not the Creator All-Seeing. So whoever does a virtue as heavy as the Empress, he will surely see (reply). And whoever commits a crime as severe as the Empress, he will surely see (reply). The Qur'an Surat Az Zalzalah verses 7-8.

"Ira. I got to pangling earlier." Sapphira hugged the friend she missed.

Ira smiled, "You're also getting prettier when you're pregnant."

"Hold Sapphira's belly let her snare Ra!" Bagas gave the order without hesitation.

Although timid Ira finally rubbed gently Safira's stomach while praying she could immediately feel pregnant like her best friend.

Happy day for Bagas and Ira, who would have thought that the people we love and fight for are not our soul mates. That's what happened to Bagas and Ira. It is enough to assume good to God because the Creator still knows best what he creates.

Safira looks happy because at the reception Bagas and Ira can meet with his co-workers first. At first glance Sapphira longs when working first but then the feeling was brushed aside when she saw the face of her husband. Gratitude is the most appropriate thing to do right now, is not what God has given too much for him.

Safira and Reffan stayed at the Surabaya hotel, the same place as the reception party as Bagas and Ira. Not Reffan if you do not use the opportunity. The opportunity present at the Bagas reception made him want to repeat the first night after the reception that used to fail. Reffan asked his employees to prepare rooms with all the same trinkets as the rooms he prepared first for the first night after halal.

"Mass..." Safira was surprised when she entered the room. The scent of flower petals filled the entire corner of the room. Safira's memory flew straight to the first night after the reception in Surabaya. Smiling remembering it.

"Don't fit in. Look at my stomach's already starting to grow." Sapphira touched her already-appearing belly, rubbing it gently.

"I love it, you're getting adorable." Reffan's hands began to crawl and squeeze in his favorite part.

"Ah mas.. I want to take a shower.." Sapphira squirms trying to escape from the clutches of her husband.

"Corn. I'm bathing!" Deftly Reffan lifted Sapphira's body to walk into the bathroom.

After that, do not ask again what happens because mosquitoes are embarrassed to see them.

In the same hotel two pairs of married couples are enjoying a long night, the difference between the newlyweds and the other who always feel new.

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Dusk is still faithful to usher the departure of the sun. This is what happens every day, morning changes night, day changes week, week changes month... Sapphira's pregnancy has entered the ninth month. According to the doctor's estimate one week later Safira will give birth.

More often at home. His job was handed over to Bayu. He wanted to focus on accompanying Sapphira ahead of the birth of his son. They stayed at Papa Rendra's house so that more people would watch over Safira.

Early in the morning in the courtyard of Rendra's house several times Safira stopped to sit down. There is a strange taste that arises but then disappears by itself. His breathing began to sting when these two months every week Safira always follow pregnant gymnastics.

"Why baby?" Reffan began to worry to see the rhythm of his wife's breathing from his face was seen holding something back.

"No papa mas. This is called a false contraction. Because the doctor said if going to give birth the contract will be consistent and often appear." Safira seemed to think because this was his first experience.

"We go to the doctor. I don't know, honey." Reffan began to persuade Sapphira with the safest path.

"Later on. I don't think it's good in the hospital." Sapphira walked again, now he went into the house to clean his body after the morning walk in the courtyard of papa Rendra's house.

Reffan just silently followed his wife. Always on alert near his wife, wherever Sapphira stepped Reffan would follow her except to the bathroom, Sapphira would drive her away and encourage her husband to come out.

Reffan was still sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for Sapphira who was still cleaning herself in the bathroom.

"Darling, are you okay?" Now Reffan was standing in front of the bathroom door for fear of not hearing the sound of water and according to Reffan, Safira had been in the bathroom for too long.

The open bathroom door showed the wife's worried face.

"Mas, come out bloodstains."