The Beginning of a Dream

Bridal Shirt

Safira checks if Reffan has left his house, seeing that Reffan's car has gone away unseen again.

Reffan, the man who suddenly appeared in his life two weeks ago. And for two weeks his life has been full of surprises. His chest often thumped making him so slow to think when near Reffan.

Love, its presence is often without being asked. Love is actually a human nature. Anyone is free to love. It's just that what distinguishes one from the other is how the owner treats love. Love that remains in its nature makes the perpetrator of love can control love without breaking the existing boundaries. Love stays on, must not meet its axis. True love that may not be easy to extinguish still illuminates even though it does not have and one day it will be replaced with another love that is more beautiful according to the plan of the Owner of Life. But love becomes a catastrophe when the perpetrator of love has become a slave of love that loses its mind doing anything in the name of love. Is it true that it is still love or has turned into lust?

Safira was just done with her work. The news agency about her marriage had spread quickly after Safira applied for marriage leave. Her marriage became a hot topic to talk about in front of or behind Sapphira. Only one person was reluctant to talk about it even he was instantly angry when others talked about Safira's marriage in front of him. Who else if not Bagas, Bagas is still very disappointed with the decision of Safira who will marry someone else.

Bagas felt that he was the one who deserved Safira, since the first time he set foot in their office four months ago, Netra Bagas could not escape Safira's face. The more he looked at her, the greater the sense of having her. The cold, untouched sapphires of men make their ego soar if they can have Sapphira. No matter Sapphira who always keeps her distance, Bagas always approaches at every opportunity. Bagas thought that one day Safira would fall in his arms, but in fact the first time when his feet stepped on Safira's parents' house, was also the last time for him to go there. His heart was very sick when he found Safira already had a future husband.

In the office Safira tried to avoid meeting Bagas let alone meet with him. Today Safira is going to a boutique owned by mama Raisa's friend, her mother Reffan chose a wedding dress for her.

"Ir, I'm going first." Pamit Ira to her best friend who is still comfortable sitting in her work chair.

"Where are you going, so hurried?" Ira.

"You're trying on clothes, it's time to catch up on air." Sapphira's smile adorned her father's face.

"Cie.. bride-to-be.." Ira teases her best friend.

"Hush don't rame-rame ntar anyone is horrified." Safira cling worried about her best friend's voice provoked unrest as more and more teased her.

"Hehe. If you need help, say so." Said Ira.

"I just didn't say anything about everything Ir."

"Master ma thisih."

"Udah ah, I've been waiting for first. Assalamu'alaikum." Safira put her foot out of the room.

"Wa'alaikum.. Be careful on the way of the bride and groom." Ira laughed still wanting to tease Safira who got a sharp glare from Safira with widened eyeballs.

Safira was just about to open her car handle.

"Safira let's go up!" the sound from his right made Sapphira's body rotate facing the source of the sound. A man on the front bench to the left of the black car showed his face.

"I got in my own car, Mr. Reffan. Let's get it easy later." Answer Sapphira.

"There's mama in the back, quick ride!" As always, rule without rejection.

Safira actually reluctant semobil with Reffan, but because there Mama Raisa finally Safira according to also and get into the back bench.

"Hi dear, very beautiful even though it's late afternoon. Mom's daughter's charmed." Sapa mama Raisa hugged Sapphira.

Safira shyly hears the praise of Raisa's mother. His white cheeks looked blustery. Throughout the journey Safira answered more questions from mama Raisa, about her work, whether Safira had applied for leave and preparation of marriage contract at the house of Safira.

"Darling, mama already has a choice of wedding clothes for you, but if Safira feels less fit and has other options is not papa. Safira said yes." Mama Raisa said.

"Yes aunt. Thanks." Answer Safira politely.

After arriving at the boutique. Mama Raisa, Reffan and Sapphira are greeted by a beautiful and fragrant middle-aged woman. The fragrance was clearly classy, anyone who smelled the scent would clearly know.

"This is the bride-to-be. Safira yes... Welcome then. Just try the clothes. Aunty sure her clothes will fit your posture."

"Yes Aunt." Safira walks into the locker room followed by two boutique employees who will help her.

A white wedding dress with beautifully sparkling sequins was already attached to Safira's body. The same colored hijab has also been used on the head of Safira.

Mama Raisa and her friend approached. Trying to research the dress attached to Safira's body.

"Ah, as expected of my mother. This shirt will fit in your body."

"Betul Raisa, Safira's body is tall and nice, the dress is fitting. But the hijab will be wrapped around the back. Be more elegant, Safira."

"Don't aunt, Safira wants her hijab to cover her chest. Safira likes it this way." Safira tried to argue.

"Temen mama Safira. The dress will look better if it is not covered with hijab because on the chest there are really nice sequins dear if covered with hijab. It's just once at the wedding, your appearance will be perfect with the beauty of this dress later." Mama Raisa said.

"Sorry aunt, precisely because this is a very important event, Safira wants the whole thing not to make God angry. Moreover, Sapphira clothes that many people will see." Safira lowered her gaze.

"Safira then?"

"God ordered the veil to be covered to the aunt's chest. Sorry aunt, Safira was just trying to do it." Safira says politely.

"There is such an order as Sapphira?" Mama Raisa was curious about Safira's answer.

"There is aunty, in the Qur'an surah to 24 An Nur verse 31. Sorry aunt Safira didn't mean it.."

"No papa Safira. It's your wedding, you can wear a dress as comfortable as you." Mama Raisa stroked Safira's back.

"Can be arranged for Raisa, later I add sequins in her veil Safira, so the veil can still be beautiful with such a model."

"Thank you aunt." A smile of relief adorned the beautiful face of Sapphira who had not escaped the sight of Reffan.

"When you are silent, you are already very charming Sapphira especially when talking you are very alluring." Reffan said in his heart.

Safira changed clothes with a kebaya for the marriage contract accompanied by a friend of mama Raisa directly because of the use of a more complicated kebaya than the dress. Mama Raisa sat waiting with Reffan. Mama Raisa opened her smartphone looking for the Qur'an verse that Safira said earlier. His lips muttered softly reading the translation of the verse.

"And tell the believing women, that they may keep their views, and keep the ***********, and do not display her adornment (her law), unless it is commonly seen. And let them put the veil over his breast, ...."

"Ah, you're right Sapphira..." Mama Raisa muttered.

Reffan looked at his mother's clinging to his mother's left hand and grasped it.

"Darling, we're like finding a treasure." Mama Raisa looked at Reffan who raised next to her eyebrows.

"We have what Sapphira does not have, wealth that can buy anything. But with Sapphira, my mother felt that there was nothing. He's got what we don't have Reffan, Sapphira's got an untempted heart from this beautiful world. He sees the world only in a way that does not make him forget himself at the command of his creator."

Reffan smiled gently stroking the hands of his loved ones. Now the two of them looked at the beautiful girl with a shy kebaya dress.

"Ma.."

"What?"

"We should have picked up Mr. Salman before we picked up Safira."

"Why?" Glancing at Reffan while frowning his forehead

"Let's get Safira married to me right away."

Mama Raisa pinches Reffan's waist. "Don't look at Sapphira like that, Sapphira can run away because of you."