The Beginning of a Dream

Unexpected Attack

"No one comes to Sapphira's wedding if Sapphira doesn't come." Said Mr. David when Safira just said he could not attend his birthday event at the karaoke place.

Today Mr. David's birthday, he invited all employees in his division to celebrate at the karaoke place, the time after work hours.

Safira doesn't like to be in karaoke. If you can choose he prefers to be treated to eat at restaurants rather than to be treated at karaoke places. Safira would rather not be treated than spend the night in a karaoke place. But what power he includes junior employees must respect his seniors and that's what's happening now.

"Just a moment Fir. Later even though you have not finished going home first is important you have come." Ira his best friend persuaded Sapphira.

And here now Safira and her friends are, in a karaoke room that has been rented specifically for them. His friends took turns singing their favorite songs. Some were standing in front of being a spectacle as if this was their concert. While Safira chose to be a loyal audience clapping and enjoying the fries in front of him while occasionally sipping his soda drink.

In a room with a masculine interior design. Reffan looks agitated. Since then the work in front of him was only touched but never finished even until the time showed almost seven o'clock at night.

"Why did I start like this. My work is not finished. What makes me so nervous? I don't feel calm." Reffan tried to research and find the cause of his heart anxiety.

The door was knocked distracting Reffan.

"Lake in." Reffan's voice told the person behind the door to enter.

"Sorry Sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" Bayu opened his voice, his assistant was ventured into the room Reffan because it is not usually Reffan overtime until night.

"Ah yes Bayu. Looks like the work in front of me wasn't finished from earlier. "

"Is there anything you think?" Bayu tries to ask because usually Reffan is a person who is deft when completing his task.

"Maybe, but I don't know what that is either."

"Maybe Mr. Reffan is thinking about the marriage of the father who is only a few days away."

"Saffira." Reffan immediately remembered Sapphira. He pulled out his cell phone tracking Safira's whereabouts. His eyes focused on a point indicated by his smartphone. "What was he doing in that place?" There was a dislike tone coming out of his mouth.

Instantly, the feeling that had been uncomfortable became more and more.

"Woodoo, you come with me huh."

"Good Sir."

In the karaoke place after Safira magrib prayer in a narrow place inversely proportional to the condition of the space that became a karaoke place, Safira intends to say goodbye to his friends to go home first. At first they objected if anyone went home first. Until David spoke.

"Yes, no papa. The bride-to-be can't go home at night. Be careful, Safira."

"Thank you Sir. I'll go back first."

Safira comes out of the room alone, his best friend Ira is also still continuing the show with the others. Safira stepped out past the colorful floodlights and music that made a thump in his heart. There was an uneasy feeling that instantly infiltrated his heart. Hurry up with beristighfar.

After seeing his car in the parking lot, Safira sped up his footsteps. Right now what's on his mind is only as soon as it gets home.

Safira's car is already on the road looking for the fastest way home. When turning Safira felt his car unbalanced.

In the car Reffan kept checking the location of Safira.

"Safira's out of Bayu, now she's on the road. Why did he stop? Turn left, at Bayu's front crossroad."

"Good Sir."

Safira decided to check the condition of his wheels because it might be dangerous to continue driving with severe wheel conditions. Safira was surprised to see the condition of his wheels almost simultaneously with his running heartbeat.

"It's obviously torn off a sharp object. Asterghfirullah..."

Safira immediately grabbed the door handle to get back into the car, his hand had reached for the steering door handle but someone had held the door closed.

"Why is the car?" The voice of a man with messy hair.

"No papa sir, my friend will be here."

Someone was standing next to the man.

"Why rush. Just accompany brother here." The hand of the man with the larger body was about to touch Sapphira's chin. But ditepis Safira.

"What do you want?"

"We'll play around first yuk."

Safira was about to grab the door handle again but the man with the big body was about to grab her hand. Safira.

"You don't be insolent."

"Why is ning? Ning yells no one will care either."

Safira has installed alert and alert mode. Think of the fastest way to get out of this place. Safira does equip themselves with karate martial arts but Safira is not a fighter who likes to fight. He only fought as a training exercise. Rarely did he fight men except for senpai or his coach. And now there are two men who stand in his way. Safira recalled the point of weakness that would hasten his escape.

Safira is aiming for the position of the heart feather, the shin in the leg and the nape of his opponent. The nape is the center of balance, the opponent will easily collapse when he can hit that part but it is definitely not easy to achieve it.

The two men of the brand have taken a step closer, Safira reflex rewind his steps. Men with disheveled hair would grab Safira's arm, Sapphira hit that brash hand hard. Getting a hard punch in his hand made the bastard grimace, his swinging hand would slap Safira's smooth face. Safira dodged and hit the hand again.

The man with a large body gripped Safira's left hand, Safira's free hand swung around the mouth of the brandalan's heart. The two brandies were angry at getting resistance from the girl in front of him. They attacked almost simultaneously trying to hold Safira's hand. But Sapphira again could release the hand turn the situation. Sapphira kicked their feet and stomped on the others with the right part of her shoe.

The big-bodied Brandan grimaced while holding his leg he clenched his hand towards Safira's face. Safira could not fully dodge, the blow landed on Safira's left shoulder. Safira pulls her skirt zipper from the lower end to her knees in order to move freely, she always wears shirt-styled trousers inside her skirt.

Striking towards Safira's body, Safira dodged and tried to defend herself. His hands were already crazily because of the many blows that the male launched with a large body. Until there was one chance Safira kicked the heart of his opponent and then equipped with a punch to the same target. When the man looked down he felt pain in his stomach. Sapphira immediately put her hands together and hit her nape with all her might. The man fell down in front of Safira.

Safira was exhausted, she was regulating her breathing. But immediately jumped when a hand pulled the hijab cloth. While trying to maintain the cloth was already detached from his head. Safira crouched down beside her car trying to cover her head with both hands. His body suddenly shook, his eyes were heating up.

"O Allah, please protect my law and honor. I'd rather lose my life than see my aura open before them."