The Beginning of a Dream

First Touch

Five minutes is midnight. But Sapphira had not been able to fall asleep, her eyes closed but did not fall asleep.

"Is this how it feels to be married?"

Since then Safira was restless, it felt mixed. In a few hours, her status will change to that of a man she has only known for two weeks.

"It's bad if I really don't sleep all night." Sapphira rose to the bathroom to ablaze. He better pray at night as he thinks.

Finished his heart prayer more calm, drowsiness attacked. Safira sleeps comfortably in her room that has been transformed into a bridal room with a fragrant floral scent.

Safira woke up after Sofia went into her room.

"Dear is dawn." Soft speech Bu Sofia patted Safira on the cheek. Bu Sofia's hand that felt cold after ablution made Safira immediately woke up. His eyes gnawed gathering awareness that was still flying.

"Mom.... " Safira's hand grabbed her mother's hand carrying into the embrace on her chest in place of her bolster.

"You can't sleep, can you? You don't usually wake up this early."

"He em." Answer the spoiled Sapphira.

"Work hunt awaits father and Hasna pray together." Said Sofia smiling.

Sapphires also walk to the bathroom because of drowsiness that still hangs in the eyelids.

"The bride-to-be is staying up late." Ledek Hasna's

"Little child diem." Safira glanced at her adek.

After the dawn prayer Sapphira immediately took a bath because the fairy was coming soon. And sure enough just finished taking a shower the woman who was going to make it up had already come.

"Mbak Safira dirias now huh? Let's not hurry later."

"Ok mbak's. No one shaved ya mbak."

"Yes, just calm down. Safira loves soft makeup, right?"

"He's mbak."

"Sip!"

Actually it doesn't take too long to decorate. Less than twenty minutes perias known to Sapphira is a fairing of the models in this fashion show has finished decorating it. After Sapphira changed clothes and Sapphira helped to use her hijab which was decorated beautifully even though dangled covering the chest.

After Safira kept silent in her room. Hasna went into the room with Sofia's mother.

"Mbaaaakk. mbak Fira is beautiful.." Hasna hugged her sister.

"Darling..." Sofia's mother tearfully hugged her daughter.

Some people said their greetings in front of the house.

"It looks like Reffan's entourage has arrived. Hasna you help mom for a second. Will be with your sister again." Sofia came out of Sapphira's room followed by Hasna. They welcome the arrival of the groom.

Safira was alone in the room. The voice from outside his room only sounded faintly.

Drrttt. The vibration from her phone shocked her who was eavesdropping on what was happening outside.

Doubtful Safira grabbed her phone because of the name that appeared on the flat screen. In the end, he decided to lift it.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greet Safira to the person who called her.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Sapphira."

"What's the matter Mr Bagas?"

"Is the show about to start?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I just want to hear your voice before you belong to anyone else."

"Safira.I'm sorry I said rude to you. You'll never know what Sapphira feels like to love but not to have. It's not your fault, but it's my fault for expecting you too much."

"Sir Bagas I'm sorry. I really don't have.." Sapphira's words have been cut Bagas.

"I knew. I told you this wasn't your fault. May you be happy Safira. I'm glad I told you. Even though I still love you I'm trying to accept this situation if you're not for me."

"I'm sure you'll get the better of me."

"Thank you Safira. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Greetings from Sapphira to Bagas. The door to his room opened. Ira her best friend went into the room amazed by her friend who was getting beautiful, the makeup on Safira's face emphasized her beauty more real.

"O Allah is Fir, you are beautiful." Ira hugged her best friend.

"I'm so nervous Ir."

"I've seen your future husband. Safira you are very lucky. You must have saved the world to get a prince that cool."

"Getting started. Has the show started?"

"Yet. Looks like it's gonna be a little while. Well that sounds like it, right?"

Hasnapun opened the entrance to Safira's room accompanying her brother there.

Hasna and Ira accompanied Sapphira in the room during the marriage contract. Hasna hugged her brother on the right side, while Ira held Sapphira's hand on the left side. Until a series of verses that change the current status of Sapphira ended the legal word of the witnesses.

Sapphire's bedroom door opened Sofia's mother stepped closer to Safira.

"Let's go see your husband." Said Sofia with teary eyes.

The leaflet on Safira's left chest was no longer contained. Her feelings were mixed happy, scared, embarrassed I don't know Safira was afraid if her face was flushed at this moment and others could see her. Sofia's mother took Sapphira to walk to the place where the marriage contract was held. Safira just looked down not daring to raise her head and stopped in front of the man who was already her husband now.

Ever since Sapphira was seen, Reffan stared in amazement at the beautiful carving of the creator on his wife's face. Reffan grabbed Safira's hand by pairing a ring with a diamond sheen on his ring finger. Although the size of the diamond is not striking and embedded in the wedding ring belonging to Sapphira but make the lentic hand Sapphira more beautiful and radiant. Sapphires placed a silver ring on Reffan's finger and kissed Reffan's hand. Reffan kissed Sapphira's forehead, and Reffan led her to sit down to sign their marriage book.

Two cameramen are always quick to capture their every move. Safira did not dare to look at Reffan, while Reffan was always smiling staring at Safira's blushing face even while feeding each other after the cutting of the cone Reffan gently rubbed the corner of Sapphira's lips while Sapphira only stared at Reffan for a moment while bribing her then looked down again. Sapphira was too embarrassed to look at Reffan and again from now on her heart was like a thump of a drum that was pounded very fast and hard. Sapphira was even afraid that Reffan could hear her.

This was the first time a man touched her hand, kissed her forehead and fed her. Marriage has united two previously unrelated strangers into a pair of bonded humans. Their hearts and physiques are connected forming a beautiful webbing that holds every flavor forming a painting of a life that has just begun. Not about me anymore, but about us. No longer thinking of individuals but about a pair of humans fusing into one. There is no more beautiful bond that unites the heart and pair of men than marriage.

After the photo shoot. Reffan is seen chatting with some of the guests and family present while Safira opts to enter the room. He sat in front of the glass watching the shadow of his face there. A heavy breath came out from his sense of smell.

"Safira, look at you! Now you're a wife. Congratulations Sapphira, congratulations on your new life as Reffan's wife Satriya Bagaskara." Sapphira smiled to cover the nervousness that still attacked her even though it felt less than when she was beside Reffan. His hand grabbed his hijab trying to remove the fresh flowers that decorated it. But when his hand had successfully touched the pentule needle, the door of his room opened displaying a sturdy body that was the cause of his nervousness earlier. Sapphira was shocked and the tip of the needle pierced her finger.

"Lad." His voice was softly shaking the hand that was pierced by a needle.

Reffan closed the door from the inside and locked it. Then he approached Safira's hand.

"As soon as you fascinate me you hurt yourself." Reffan kissed Safira's hand that was pierced by a needle.

Safira fell silent between embarrassment and annoyance into one.

"If you have trouble ask me to help you. Whatever it is from now on I'll be there for you." Reffan helped Safira remove all the knickknacks that adorned her hijab and removed it from Safira's head. When there was nothing else on Safira's head, he also removed the hair tie and untied the shiny black hair as a cane of Sapphira. Safira looked down her hands squeezing each other.

Netra Reffan researched every detail of the beautiful face sculpture in front of him. Touching him, his jakun twitched and a kiss suddenly landed on Safira's blushing cheek. Sapphira was surprised and pulled her hand.

"I promised I'd kiss your cheeks when you're clean to me." His hand grabbed back Safira's detached hand then gently rubbed the back of Safira's hand. His face changed immediately when he saw the back of Safira's hand that he rubbed.

"You covered it with powder." And the instant the bruise on Sapphira's hands that had actually faded was clearly making Reffan worried.

"Is it still sick? Now take off your shirt." Reffan said his words casually which made Safira's body warm up the pores in his body let out a cold sweat.

"Let me open." Netra Reffan had already enjoyed Safira's adorable facial expression.

Reffan grabbed Safira's shoulder. Whispering in his ear. "I just want to check the bruises on your body, you think I want anything until your body is stiff like this."