The Beginning of a Dream

How Many Hearts Have You Broken?

Gedhe Kauman Mosque became a place of prayer and rest for a moment Sapphira and his adek. The mosque is close to the square hints that the kingdom of Mataram is an Islamic kingdom that is still thick with Javanese culture. Wooden ornaments with golden shades make the atmosphere more cool and make the feel linger in it. Satisfied inside Sapphira and Hasna sat in her chamber higher than the courtyard of the mosque. They can even swing their legs because the portico is quite high.

After feeling well rested, Hasna invited her brother to continue their adventure along Malioboro. Just now they were out of the mosque foyer two men were already behind them. But Sapphira and Hasna weren't keget, they were expecting it.

"Don't mind them, it's our day." Safira whispered to Hasna. At first they were uncomfortable, but then they still enjoyed the sightseeing without caring about the bodyguards behind them.

"Mas, I wonder at women why they have come this far and just look around. They only buy sarimbit batik cloth and some negligee only. But look at their happy faces as if their feet had reserves." Raffi has a sullen face

"Patience, let's just say this is training for you." Reffan.

"Sarimbit cloth bought by Safira must be for you, right, want to wear a twin. Sweetness." Raffi tried to bully his brother.

"No, it's not her taste but her parents' taste." Reffan spoke flatly with a sharp gaze towards Sapphira. His steps were getting closer to Sapphira.

"Now we have increased our skills. I can read her heart, Safira. Uh what's up?" Raffi who realizes Reffan hastened his pace immediately overtakes his brother.

"Safira, I can't believe we met here. If only you said it was in Yogya. But you didn't even reply to my messages."

"Prpa Damar." Safira was obviously very surprised to see the man blocking her path.

"Because we met here. I have to entertain you guys, right? Is it Safira?"

"Hasna's." Hasna smiled as she nodded.

Reffan was very close to Sapphira. However his arm was pulled quite strongly by Raffi.

"Mas, please let's see what happens. Don't come any closer. We keep an eye on brother-in-law but there's no need to interfere."

"Where can I let a man approach him Raffi, let go!"

"Mas Reffan will only make Sapphira more uncomfortable. We're near them but just watching. Mas, please!

Reffan breathes rough. Forced to obey Raffi's will.

Sapphira and Hasna found it difficult to avoid Damar.

"Come on Sapphira, we'll sit around here first. We haven't seen each other in a long time, let me chase you."

"We just ate Mr. Damar."

"Can we have a drink or a snack, right?"

"Thank you Sir. But we also still have a place to go."

"This time Safira, I won't go and keep following you if you refuse."

"Well, why would he dare to force Sapphira, only I can force him." Reffan's hands are already clenched ready to punch.

"Propat mas." Raffi tried to calm down.

Safira breathed a rough breath. "Well just for a moment, I just appreciate the host."

Damar smiled his efforts were not in vain. "Let's sit there." Damar pointed to a cafe not far from where they were standing.

Damar, Sapphira and Hasna were sitting around a round table. Reffan and Raffi were of course at a table behind Damar. Safira and Hasna of course realized it but pretended not to care.

"You order what Sapphira and.... Hasna is right?" Damar opened the conversation after they sat down comfortably.

"Sir Damar ordered it." Safira.

Damarpun began ordering three drinks that were sure Safira still liked and some snacks to accompany a more comfortable chat.

"How are you doing Safira? long time no see." Said Damar after finishing with his order.

"Good God." Sapphira

"You're still the same Safira, cold."

Safira only smiled faintly hearing it. Hasna just fell silent looking at Damar and her brother in turn, she realized her position was now nothing more than a mosquito repellent.

"Is there no chance for me, Sapphira? Give me one chance. You didn't even read my message Safira. My feelings are still the same as before. Four months away from you never quite changed how I felt about you." Damar looked closely at the face of ayu Sapphira who did not show any expression.

"And I remain the same Mr. Damar, my heart is the same as before. No feelings for my father."

Safira was silent.

"Safira, one's feelings cannot be forced. I like you not Ira."

"You already know that. Then why force me." A cold aura enveloped Sapphira.

"Safiraaa...." Damar yelled at Sapphira in a rather loud voice.

Do you know what happened to Reffan? Raffi had even clasped his brother's clenched hand to appease his brother. If anyone saw the two of them it was certain that there would be a misunderstanding on their closeness.

"Sir Damar what do you expect from me? I obviously didn't give you a chance? You have another chance but sorry is not with me. There are many women who are better than me. I'm sure you'll find it."

"What's wrong with Safira if I like you and hope to get one chance from you."

"Clearly wrong, sir. I'm getting married." Safira was frustrated serving Damar finally issued his ultimate move."

"What's? not likely. It's just your wits, isn't it?"

"Ask Hasna if you don't believe."

Eventually Damar realized they were not just the two of them but there was a scene of Sapphira there. Damar looked at Hasna as if asking her to talk.

"Safira is getting married next week."

Damar ruffled his hair. His face was angry.

"I still wish you'd reply to my message or pick up the phone from me but it turns out that the woman I expected would easily marry someone else."

"I'm sorry Mr. Damar. I'm sure you'll find a much better woman than me." Safira spoke down her gaze.

"sorry. You said sorry. Safira you won't even know what this heartache feels like. What with your apologies you wish I'd be okay. Not Sapphira. It hurts a lot more now." Damar's hand outstretched to grab Safira's face. It stopped before it actually touched it. Reffan had already stood up from his seat preparing to pull the man's hand, but had stopped because Damarpun stood up and left Sapphira.

After Damar left,

"He was a former co-worker in Surabaya, four months ago was mutated to Yogya. Ira's best friend likes him but Damar likes him. He's gone, Bagas's coming." Safira explained to his grandfather because his brother must be very curious who the man was. Safira did not realize that the two men who had been watching her were sitting at a table with her now. Raffi guiltlessly plucked the snack in front of him.

"Sister-in-law is amazing! How many hearts have you broken?" Raffi spoke without guilt, unaware of his words like a lightning strike to Sapphira.

Reffan and Hasna realized Sapphira's eyes suddenly glazed over something that wanted to push out. Sapphira stood up, Hasna stood up.

"Hasna, go to the bathroom for a while you're here first." Safira's voice was raspy. "Don't go anywhere." Imbuh Safira to convince his grandfather not to follow him.

After Sapphira left. Hasna's breaking the table.

"Mas Raffi is outrageous. Why talk to Fira." Hasna seemed to be holding back her anger.

"Eh, what am I?" Raffi is still unaware of what he just did.

"It's awful."

"Isn't that like a compliment. It means that with Safira you are so cool that you can conquer many men's hearts." Raffi still does not take the blame.

"What does Raffi think Fira is? mbak Fira is not that kind of woman. Even Fira always acts cold with men to keep her distance from them. Fira will feel guilty if there are men who like."

"Is there such a woman. Most women dress up to get men's attention."

"Mas Raffi can't see as simple as what makeup mbak Fira?"

"Eh yes. Almost without makeup, but Safira is beautiful anyway I did not realize that there is no makeup strange on his face."

"slowly. Fira must be very sad because of the words of Raffi mas earlier."

"I'm so fucking sorry." Raffi was about to stand up, Reffan pulled his hand hard.

"Sit down and shut up!" reffan.

"The angel at the top of Bromo." muttered Raffi quietly.

Reffan was surprised, "What did you say just now?"