The Beginning of a Dream

The Wrong Decision

Reffan was glued to look at the woman in front of him who had been wearing a wedding dress, not much detail on her wedding dress but instead made the wearer look very elegant.

"Old to the ladies and the groom." Not a sentence of praise that comes out of the mouth of Reffan instead a sentence that shows protest.

"Not dance, but makeup." Sapphira tried to correct the word Reffan.

Reffan smiled, he really did not want there to be many eyes that saw Sapphira with this appearance. But this is a historic day for them, Reffan wants to introduce their marriage to many people.

In the car there were no words to decorate their trip to the hotel. Only a handful of hands that did not take a second off to accompany their journey. When it arrived and the driver left both of them. Reffan grabbed Safira's waist making Sapphira tiptoe in surprise. Reffan spoke near Sapphira's ear.

"You are so beautiful Sapphira. Hope this show's over so soon we can..." Reffan hung his words.

Safira who was initially smiling suddenly stiffly heard Reffan's sentence, she could not hide her nervousness.

"Why so tense?" Reffan rubbed Safira's hands. "Hopefully this event is over so we can get some rest and eat soon." Reffan continued the sentence he had hung earlier, smilingly enjoying the tinge of hue on Safira's face. It seemed like making Safira blush in shame would be a new routine that Reffan liked. Reffan got out of the car first then opened the door for Safira. They walked to the reception room.

Not many invitations attended the reception in Surabaya. Most were friends of Sapphira and acquaintances of Sapphira's parents, only a small part of the invitation of Reffan and his family.

When in the middle of the event Safira suddenly turned uncomfortable he corrected several times his sitting position.

"Why Safira?"

Sapphires anxiety caught by Reffan.

"That's not papa sir."

"Why still call sir?" Reffan grunts annoyed.

"Ehm... What call ya...?" Sapphira was confused.

"Call me dear."

"What?"

"Sweetie Safira is nothing."

"I give you an example, baby are you tired?" Reffan said it easily while stroking Safira's cheek with the back of his hand.

Safira. He was ashamed to call Reffan that.

"Wouldn't you?" Reffan stared intently at Sapphira.

"Not used to. So it's a strange feeling."

"Try it so quickly."

"Later. Shame on us again to be seen by many." Safira threw a face circulating his gaze to the invitees.

"Now Safira dear."

"Honey. It's." Already."

"You're so funny Safira. Well, I'll train you to say it warmly."

Reffan clasped Safira's hand as if to tell the world. It is his that he will always guard.

When the event is over, Safira still looks uncomfortable. He even invited Reffan to come home soon.

"We're here?" Safira circulates the view to the hotel room with decorations for the newlyweds.

"I'm not telling you to surprise."

"I'll go to the bathroom first." Safira hurriedly stepped into the bathroom still complete with bridal clothes and all his attributes. "Ah, right! How is it not to bring a change of clothes and not to carry a bandage." Safira pacing in front of the bathroom glass. "How I say it, I'm ashamed."

Finally Sapphira came out of the bathroom after compiling the words she was going to say to Reffan.

"Not to take a shower? Your change of clothes is already in the paper bag inside." Reffan smiled meaningfully. "Do you need help?" Reffan was approaching Sapphira.

"Sir, uh my Reffan mas..." The words he had composed earlier suddenly collapsed just like that.

Reffan smiled hearing Sapphira calling him Reffan.

"Why Safira?" Now Reffan was confronted with Sapphira.

"I'm going out for a minute. Buy something."

"What do you need? Let my employees buy it."

"Don't my sir be ashamed. I'm alone"

"What do you want to buy?" Netra Reffan looked at the blinded Safira.

"Steacher."

Safira glanced at Reffan looking at Reffan's visibly frustrated expression.

"I bought it first sir."

"With such clothes. Let me buy it."

"Don't you be ashamed." Sapphira unconsciously called Reffan sir again.

"So, sir, now." Reffan looked at Sapphira.

"Sorry."

"Let me buy it. Nearby is a 24-hour self-service. It takes a quick, right? Now you take a shower first. I'm out for a minute." Reffan stepped towards the door.

"Do you know which pads to buy?" Ask Safira shyly.

"How many are there?" Reffan frowned

"Much."

"Yes, you just sent me a picture."

After Reffan left Sapphira went into the bathroom cleaning her whole body. While Reffan with a sullen face went to the supermarket across from his hotel.

"So many days why must today he come to the moon." Frustrated he ruffled his hair when he was in front of a storefront full of various kinds of pads. Reffan researched one by one to match the images on his phone. "How much does it take?" Reffan re-enforced his body which had been bent. "Everything." Reffan grabbed everything in the storefront which numbered seven pieces. When paying him at the cashier, the cashier was very curious about the number of pads that Reffan bought but did not dare to ask, his curiosity was forgotten when he saw the handsome face of Reffan.

"Vitamin A." Strangled the cashier in his heart while smiling sweetly for Reffan. Reffan is still cold-faced.

Reffan knocked on the bathroom door. "Safira, I bought it." The open bathroom door featured a beautiful girl with a bath towel over her knees, her hair covered in a roll of towels as well.

"Thank you." As fast as lightning Safira snatched the plastic bag package from Reffan's hand. Reffan who was dumbfounded Safira only realized after the bathroom door closed again.

"O Allah, this is a very difficult test. It is clean but cannot be touched. Patience Reffan." Reffan stroked his own chest.

Safira was still busy drying her hair, she smiled to herself at how many pads Reffan had bought. Now his hand grabbed the paper bag nearby.

"Why should you dress like this." A satin dress is red with an open back and some transparent parts. But as soon as Safira smiled, wasn't I safe tonight, one week ahead." Safira wears it and then comes out with a sneak. However, he was ashamed to wear it in front of the man who had just become his priest this morning.

Reffan who was sitting on the sofa glanced at him. Then he stood up to Sapphira.

"I took a shower first." her eyes looked at Safira who was wearing the night gown. Safira just looked down and nodded.

Sapphira waited for Reffan on the bed and covered almost his entire body. Ten minutes later Reffan had already exited the bathroom with his knee-length casual pants and chest that had not worn anything.

"Astaghfirullah's.." Sapphira spontaneously covered her face from the beautiful scenery in front of her. Her heart beat fast to find her own husband showing a carving of her upper body.

Reffan smiles. His soul is active. He wanted to tease Safira, at least tonight he wanted to make Safira as unsettled as he was. He wanted to see Safira's face that continued to blush.

"Darling, please dress this shirt. I want to wear my wife." Reffan Temptation.

Sapphira opened her hands that covered her face but her body was still stiffened yet was able to move from where she was leaning.

Reffan smiled ignorantly and got closer to Sapphira then thrust his black shirt.

Doubtful Sapphira accepted it then propped up her body with her knees and put on Reffan's shirt. The Netra they met exuded a sense of its own that was difficult to understand. Reffan wanted Sapphira and Sapphira wanted to feel the embrace of the man in front of him.

Reffan immediately grabbed Sapphira by the waist, peeping her pink lips that turned into a passionate kiss. The fresh scent of Safira's body made him lose control.

"Ah, fuck." Umpat Reffan in his heart stopped his attack. Intentions tease Safira, it is precisely he himself who is tempted. His face turned sullen looking at the girl of his who was looking down embarrassed. Tonight was the wrong decision. The first night's surprise was the first time Reffan had made the wrong decision. Now she could only stare at Safira who was wearing the dress she had bought.

"I made you some hot tea. What would you like?" Safira tried to melt the tension.

"Yes, bring it here."

Sapphira walked to take the tea she had made and then came back to Reffan who had been leaning on the bed with a very funny face according to Safira. Like the face of a child who wants something but is not granted by his mother.

Reffan gave back the empty cup to Sapphira. Safira put it back on the table. Sapphira's entire movement did not escape Reffan's view and it was increasingly frustrating. Safira again approached the bed, staring back at the frustrated face of the very funny Reffan according to Safira. Safira realizes tonight has been beautifully archived by Reffan for their first night but becomes a miss from his plans due to the arrival of his regular monthly guests.

"Mas, should I change my clothes?" Safira expressed his desire because he could not bear to see Reffan who was like tormented when he saw him.

"No other Sapphira clothes." Reffan chanting cold.

Unable to be held back, Sapphira's little laugh just escaped her lips. Reffan was surprised to hear Sapphira laughing, his heart cold to see him.

"How dare you laugh Safira, look I'll make you unable to get out of bed later."

The laughter of Sapphira disappeared. Reffan immediately withdrew Sapphira's hand making her fall on her back and imprisoning Sapphira's body between her arms.

"Have laughed? Why quit? Are you scared now, baby?" Reffan examined Safira's paled facial expression. "I'll punish you later for laughing at me." Reffan stuck his forehead on Sapphira's forehead.