The Beginning of a Dream

Official Proposal

Here's where it is now. Safira sat looking out the window. The twilight painting is already very beautiful in the sky. The speeding executive train left Surabaya to take him to one of his travel destinations Yogyakarta. Sapphira too enjoyed the lights that began to glow outside, unheeded by some people who walked at the gate of the train. His gaze still continued to observe the atmosphere of the night that was just approaching when someone passed his seat and smiled and then walked back.

It took four hours and seven minutes to travel through Safira and now he has set foot in Tugu station Yogyakarta. Happy, that's how she feels about meeting her family. But somehow, the pounding in his heart also enlivened his footsteps out of the station. He immediately found a taxi to take her to his parents' house. It had been almost half ten nights, Sapphira wanted to get to her destination soon.

The taxi stopped at a simple house with a large front yard. Enough to park two cars if there are guests who come so that the guest car does not need to park on the road and block other road users.

Someone was looking at his back when Safira had just closed the fence and walked towards the entrance.

"Here is your home. Alright." The smile on the handsome man's face was perfectly fluffy. "So sir, please take me to the hotel."

"Mbak Safiraaaaa.." a cute girl immediately ran to hug the figure who had just opened the entrance. Sapphira staggered to balance the body so as not to fall.

"Hey little boy. You want us both to fall." Safira's hand hugged her beloved adek.

"Kangen mbak." said Hasna who had not let go of her embrace.

"Mbak hasn't had a bath lhoo.."

"Ih, pantesan." Spontaneous Hasna took off her embrace and covered her nostrils with her fingers.

Sofia's mother and Salman's father smiled at the behavior of her two daughters. The two of them were very close and almost always went together. Safira always picked up her adek while still Junior High School and High School, they separated when Hasna was accepted at the famous Campus in Yogyakarta.

"Are you okay, baby?" Sofia's mother asked Safira while kissing her hand.

"Alhamdulillah, Sapphira is good Ma'am." Safira then kissed her mother's cheek.

"I don't feel like Mom, our daughter is grown up and ready to get married now." Said Salman's father when Safira kissed his hand and Safira's beloved man gently stroked Safira's head. There was a joyful, happy and sad gurat set in her teary eyes.

Safira smiled to cover her mixed mood now. Whether the sense of what is dominant, Sapphire was confused. What happened was that his eyes warmed up and a speck of fluid escaped from the corner of his eye.

"You must be tired. Shower first after that you have to eat mother's cooking. Don't take a long shower, we'll wait."

Safira smiled as she stepped into the room she was using when she returned to Yogyakarta. The room is always clean and neat, his mother must always tidy up his son's room even though his daughter does not use the room.

Safira, Hasna, Sofia's mother and Salman's father chatted casually in front of the television while enjoying the snacks that mom prepared. Canda and laughter adorned their chatter of longing for almost two months they did not meet Safira. Until almost midnight Sofia's mother told everyone to go to sleep, Hasna put her feet in her brother's arms. She entered her sister's room and lay in the same bed hugging her brother.

"Basic of a child. When did you try?"

"Belgium!"

They also finally closed because the eyes that already feel very heavy.

Yogyakarta always has a reason to be missed, no reason to call back anyone who has ever stopped there. Because Yogya has an atmosphere magnet that is always missed. The morning air is still fresh. Sapphira decided to go out to her porch breathing a lot of morning air into her lungs. But just as he stepped foot into the living room, his eyes were shocked to catch the shadow of two people he knew. His father was sipping warm tea along with a man he knew.

"Sir Reffan."

"Assalamu'alaikum Sapphira." Sapa Reffan was warm, his voice was very different when talking to Safira earlier, cold and intimidating.

"Safira sit!" Dad patted the seat next to him.

Sapphira moved her legs closer and sat down where her father had patted her earlier.

"Why are these people here so early in the morning?" safira asked in his heart.

"Son Reffan came to want to confirm the answer from the application to you directly." The words of the father immediately made Sapphira's body sweat even though cold air still enveloped this morning.

"Safira's daughter is dear to me even though Sapphira has given her answer to father and mother. I still want to hear it from you directly. Safira really submitted the answer to Reffan's proposal to father and mother?"

"Yes father." said Safira while looking down.

Safira.

"If father accepts his proposal, would Fira be willing to marry him?"

Safira. Think on. But he had not left the answer to his parents. If his father accepts, he will not say yes. But Sapphira was ashamed to say it in front of Reffan and his father.

"The silence of a woman when proposed is a sign of her consent" said the father with a smile. "Don't you, baby?" saudi Salman's father hugged his son's shoulder.

Safira. "Eh, why is my response so quick to nod." Safira was amazed by the reaction of his body.

"Alhamdulillah" said Reffan and Salman's father at the same time, but of course Reffan's loudest voice, Safira glanced at him in surprise.

"Later in the afternoon my family will come here to propose to Safira officially." Reffan said excitedly.

"So fast?" Sapphira's question escaped her mouth in surprise.

"Didn't good intentions have to be carried out immediately." Rephfan looked at Sapphira. "How's dad, the sooner the better, right?"

"If both sides agree. It's better that way." Replied the father who made Safira's heart beat fast almost jumped.

In the afternoon after Ashar, Reffan's group came to Safira's house with a luxury car that could cost more than a billion.

Sapphira was still in her room sitting in front of the mirror in her adek.

"Ah, it's really pretty. But Reffan is also cute, perfect!" Hasna's comment this morning peeked out when Reffan came to the house. "Mbak Fira met where did Reffan meet? how come you never told me?" Hasna had his lips chanted disappointed because his brother was suddenly proposed but never told his story on the scene.

Safira grimaced in light of the events of the first time in elevators, hotels and hospitals. "When. It's not raining why your hands are so cold." Saying Sapphire while ************* its hands.

"Haha.. mbak groggy." Hasna laughed at her brother who got a sharp look from Safira.

Bu Sofi opened the room door handle to make the brothers instantly silent for a moment.

"Dear son of Reffan and his family have come, let's go out." Sofi's mother's hand grabbed Safira's palm and stroked the back of her hand. Safira smiled feeling her mother's touch which made her hand warm up.

The angels now must be envious to see the graceful face of a woman who shines with a Navi dress that contrasts with her white skin. Later in heaven the righteous woman will be more stunning than the angels because of the beauty and light on her face that comes from their worship, her prayers, her fast, her perseverance to take care of herself and her honor, which makes them more important than the perfectly observant-eyed angels.

Two young men stared at Safira unblinkingly. Reffan and Raffi were so captivated by the hijab-wearing woman in front of him. Reffan smiled to find his beloved girl wearing a dress that was in line with the batik she was wearing. "We are destined to be Sapphira's match." His murmur was almost inaudible.

While Raffi, "He was this woman who was then..." Raffi tried to remember someone's face. Raffi hastily picked up his phone and searched for some photos. "Ah, right.. angel at the top of Bromo."

Safira glanced briefly at Reffan, she was also surprised that her dress was in line with the batik shirt that Reffan was wearing when there was no preparation to wear the same clothes during this proposal.

"Ah, Ms. Sofi is very happy to have two beautiful girls. One beautiful and graceful, the other beautiful and cute." Mama Raisa expressed her heart. "I have two boys who can only protest if they take their mama shopping."

Everyone was smiling and laughing, except for Reffan and Raffi who were staring intently at his mother.

Sapphira sat next to Sofi's mother and her sister Hasna. From his place he could see all the guests present and the terrace of his house. Safira could also see the parked car in her yard. "Definitely their car." Inner Sapphira.

Each of the heads of Salman's and Papa Rendra's fathers' families introduced him to their family members.

Safira stared intently at someone coming out of a car in front of her house to see who was coming. His face paled after confirming who had come to enter the fence of his house.

"I'll excuse you for a minute." Safira immediately stood out from the living room to the terrace of his house.

"Safira, where are you going? It's so pretty." The voice of a man with an adoring gaze did not blink looking at Safira.

Reffan who like to recognize the voice of the man spontaneously stood up and followed Safira.