The Beginning of a Dream
Ribs 2
After Reffan completely disappeared behind the door. Safira contacted her mother, she used a regular phone call instead of a video call as usual because she did not want her mother to know where she was now.
“Assalamu’alaikum.. Babe.”
“Ibuuu.... Safira kangen!”
“Iya darling, mom is also kangen. How's event? All current?”
“Events?” Safira scrunched her forehead thinking what her mother meant.
“Events at the hotel, did you say yesterday there was an event at the hotel.”
“What Reffan uses his phone to contact his parents so as not to worry. Sassy!” Safira growled himself.
“Sayang..” His mother's voice ripped away his frustration.
“Ah Yes Mom.. Everything is smooth and fine. What else is Bu?”
“Your father is regular in the backyard. Uh baby for a second.. I was frying fish.”
“The phone should not be taken near the stove Bu. Safira will call again, Mom. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam. yes dear take care of yourself well ya.”
Safira ended the call. Then move to the green app looking for his friend's name there. He was surprised to see the last chat with his best friend.
Ira, I'm fine
Now I can't call again later I'll say yes.
Oh yes please tell me Bagas also I'm fine.
“Reffan how dare he flick open my phone, let alone send a message on my behalf.”
Safira then typed a message on her best friend.
Sapphire: Ira...
Ira : Hi Safira...... Where the hell are you going?
Safira had not had time to type a reply, his phone had vibrated indicating there was a video call coming in. Safira hesitates to take a call from Ira because her best friend must be in the office right now. But he finally accepted it..
“Assa...” Greetings Safira stopped hearing the cry of his best friend.
“Ya Allah Safira....... You want to make me crazy huh? Where are you now?” The phone screen immediately displayed Ira's face looking anxious while watching Safira.
“Where is this Ir?”
“In the bathroom, you again where the hell, foreign kayak is the place?”
“At the hospital.”
“So you're really sick. Someone sent a sick letter here on your behalf, he said. But I don't know exactly what it is. O Allah you are in which hospital, why can you enter the hospital. And why didn't you tell me?”
“I'm not papa. The story is long. I'm telling you,”
“Why ntar anyway? You know I'm so confused there's no word from you. Plus Bagas who was like a crazy nerorin I mulu. Dizziness know!”
“You're in the office again! Where can be long time in the bathroom.”
“Yes I've been there. Which hospital are you in? You alone this?”
“No need Ir. Tomorrow insyaAlloh I can go home anyway, so do not need to come here even complicated ntar.”
“Kok ribet anyway, meaning how complicated? You're all right?”
“Well, you said Bagas made you dizzy. Ntar if he follows here, even I also follow dizzy.”
“I went there alone Fir. Did you say which hospital you are in now? Booth!”
“No need Ir. Really, we'll find him tomorrow. I'm not sure you can keep your mouth shut if Bagas maksa wants to know. Or maybe he's even suing you.”
“Haha yes too. You're Fir, you're making him crazy. Responsibility there!”
“Ih, why am I in charge anyway?”
“Haha... But Fir, you must be alone right? I'm there ajelah, can't bear to see you alone in the hospital.”
“I'm fine. Don't worry.”
“Yakin? If you need anything contact me yes.”
“Iya. ya already back to work deh, ntar sought after big boss.”
“You're the one looking for. Make people confused!”
“Hehe... Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
Safira breathed a sigh of relief finally being able to contact her best friend. Unlike Ira who just came out of the bathroom found a handsome-looking man with intimidating eyes.
“Who contacted Ir? Safira right?” Anxious male voice rained down on Ira who was still clutching her phone.
“Jawab Ir, Safira will contact you. Where is he now?”
“Eh, um... earlier...”.
“Ira, don't convolve. Where's Safira?”
“Safira bak-kaya.. diaaa..”.
“Where is Safira?”
Ira was at a loss to answer Safira did not say where the hospital was, otherwise she would not have been able to stand being bullied by Bagas and she would have felt guilty about Sapphira.
“Iraaa!” Bagas's voice had already risen to contain his frustration at not getting an answer from Ira.
“I don't know. Safira didn't want to say where he was. But he's fine he said.”
“He really hurts?”
“Iya.”
“What pain?”
“I don't know, he hasn't told.”
“Safira with whom?”
“It looks like alone.”
“He didn't say where you were. *I*mposible!”
“Whatever if you don't believe it, he really didn't say which hospital he was in? Upss!” Ira closed her mouth.
“What is the hospital? Safira in the hospital?”
Ira lamented her stupidity that could be mistaken to say Safira was in the hospital.
“Ira reply? Safira why? And who he's with in the hospital. Family nothing in Surabaya.”
“I don't know Mr. Bagaass. Safira didn't want to say which hospital she was in. He just said tomorrow he's home.”
Bagas's eyes still stared intently at Ira, trying to find out if there was anything Safira's friend had hidden.
“True Mr. Bagas. So we'll just wait until tomorrow. I was also worried and curious about what happened to Safira but I also could not do anything.” Ira then passed away leaving Bagas who was still guessing what happened to Sapphira.
While in the treatment room Safira alone does not do much activity. But he was quite happy that his phone had returned. His hands and mind wandered in cyberspace checking his social media. Although he is currently confined in the treatment room alone, ah does the word confined properly describe his condition... because actually he knew the door of his treatment room was unlocked but he still could not get out of this hospital without Reffan.
“Ah, at least Reffan promised tomorrow I can get out of this place, I hope he keeps his promise.” Safira muttered alone.
Suddenly he remembered his mother Reffan's words about broken bones, Reffan recognized his ribs and it was him. Safira goosebumps remembering the words of mama Reffan.
“Is it true we are a soul mate, ah why am I afraid anyway now?” Sapphira touched her nape then pulled her legs and hugged her.
Women were created in uniqueness and privilege by the Creator. From the Rib. Not from the leg bones so that men can grovel and stomp at will. Not from the ubun bone that was really dangerous made him top with his arrogance. But from the ribs that are close to the heart to be loved and close to the hand to be protected. A crooked rib is dangerous to allow it to bend in error, but just as dangerous as forcing it to straighten, it breaks. That's what's gonna happen. So the unique creature woman with all her privileges and feelings dynamics is a beautiful creature that will shine when in the right hands, soft hands treat her and hands that guide her with courtesy.
Ah, Sapphira knew that and she longed for such a man and she would sincerely give herself to her servant. Is that man Reffan? A forced man who makes his heart beat ungodly. Now that Sapphira had covered her entire body with a blanket, she was afraid of what she was thinking. A few moments later his breathing was in order again, his eyes were already closed his body curled up inside the blanket.
In the afternoon ba’da Ashar after Safira cleans himself and completes his obligations as a Muslim he walks around in his spacious room. In fact he was eager to get out of the room breathing air in the airless garden visible from his room. But his wish was soon undone when he remembered Reffan. “Sabar Safira, tomorrow you can breathe the air outside as much as you can.
"My hands and feet have improved well even though my legs are still a little sore when used walking.” Of course Safira quickly improved because in this hospital he only needed rest, all his needs were prepared.
Drrr.....
Shaking his phone ended his gaze fixed on the garden in front of him. Safira just installed the vibrating mode, although the vibration of her phone on the nightstand was enough to let her know if there was a call for her. Safira smiled as she found out who called her.
“Assalamu’alaikum Bu’..”.
“Wa’alaikumsalam Safira.”.
“Ah, I know if Safira is kangen...”
“Honey, there is something I want to tell you at once ask you.”
“What the hell is Buu, why is mother's voice so anyway?”
“Nak, do you know Reffan?”
“What?” Safira tekajut heard her mother mention Reffan's name
“She said she knows you close, is it true?”
“What?” The leafan on Safira's chest was already uncontrollably hearing her mother's question.
“She is chatting with your father right now in the living room.”
“What?” Sapphira's brain was still trying to digest what she heard.
“Safira, he proposed to you.”
“What?” Now his body had lost the strength to stand up. He fell on the bed that was right behind him.
