The Beginning of a Dream

Insects Disruptors

This was the third day after the marriage of Sapphira and Reffan. Every day they dated around Surabaya, more precisely Reffan followed wherever Safira invited him to go. A simple request, Safira took him to the game rides, places to eat and historic mosques in this city. As yesterday Safira took him around the mosque from Sunan Ampel mosque to Cheng Ho mosque. Though only Reffan prayed and Sapphira waited for him. Safira bought him a cocoa and peci their streets around the Sunan Ampel mosque. Sapphira was so enthusiastic about pairing cocoa and peci clothes for Reffan, while when asked what to buy, Safira just shook her head. Another of Sapphira's properties that Reffan knew he preferred to give rather than ask because when they were traveling Sapphira glanced more at the goods for Reffan than for himself. But Reffan immediately bought a golden traveling mukena for Sapphira which made his wife's sweet smile more and more open and the embrace in Reffan's arms more friendly.

"Don't ask for it, but it's bought for me." Reffan murmured in his heart.

Reffan smiled as he waited for food to come in a phenomenal dumpling shop near the Surabaya mayor's office. Safira was telling me his memories while eating in this place with his sister Hasna. Safira is warm, when the storytelling flows just like that makes the person at his side comfortable and when being a listener he listens carefully not interrupting what makes people uncomfortable, he speaks when it is time. It was a lot different to Safira at the beginning of their meeting, cold and not much to say. Because that is how Sapphira behaves in front of men.

It was still early morning that Reffan looked at his wife who was wearing casual clothes and was reading a book by the window.

"Darling..what are you doing?" Reffan looked at the book that Safira had read.

Safira hurriedly closed his book and stood up.

"Guman read-read while waiting for the mas finished bathing. We're having breakfast, right?"

Reffan smiled ignorantly at the cover of the book Safira had hidden. Then take Safira's book. "I think I should read it too. Especially these chapters." Reffan pointed to the writing on the list of contents making Sapphira hue wrong behavior. The book about building the household was recaptured by Sapphira and she ran away from Reffan but Reffan caught up with her quickly and hugged her from behind.

"How many more days Sapphira, I can't stand it." Reffan's words behind his ears that make the fine fur on Safira's body bristle instantly.

"Mas, breakfast!" Safira tries to shift her husband's focus on her.

"Here I'm again asking for the opening menu. Morning kiss please!" Reffan turned Sapphira's body towards her while pointing at her right cheek, then her left cheek. Safira took turns. As she pointed at her lips, Safira timidly lowered her merry face. Reffan impatiently kissed the seductive pink lips, two kisses and the third one had already turned into a long wailing kiss.

Reffan and Safira were by the pool enjoying their breakfast. After marriage they stayed in the room Reffan used to occupy when to Surabaya. Safira's family has returned to Yogyakarta because Hasna had to go to college and Reffan's family has also returned to Jakarta, Raffipun has returned to England because he has to go to college as well. In two weeks she will be going to Jakarta to attend her sister's reception held in Jakarta.

"Honey, there are friends and friends who will come here, do not expect me to meet for a moment? You wait in the room, right?" Reffan said after they had breakfast.

"Is there a meeting with him?"

"No, just chat for a minute. He only visited because he happened to be in Surabaya and wanted to congratulate us on our marriage."

"Not bring me?"

"No, I've asked Bayu to take you for what..."

"Ooo... " Safira's face changed, there was a disappointed look clearly there.

"For what to invite you who will make two men look at my wife's face. Your pretty face just made me." The whisper of Reffan in Sapphira's ear that made his disappointed face turn blushing.

Safira smiled gently glancing at her husband who was still continuing to focus on her.

"I'll wait in the room, I'll relax."

"I won't be long, I know you'll miss." Reffan got up from his seat followed by Sapphira who had walked first pretending not to hear the words of Reffan. But Reffan soon caught up with him and grabbed Safira's waist.

"Mas, shame..."

Sapphira grabbed Reffan's palm releasing Reffan's embrace from his waist. But Reffan immediately put his hand on Sapphira's waist again.

"Shut up or kiss." Reffan's whisper that made Safira instantly speechless and allowed Reffan to do whatever he liked.

Sapphira lowered her gaze during the trip to their room, the hotel employees who met them also always bowed their bodies. Sapphira was really embarrassed by the treatment of Reffan who was hugging his waist, no longer any distance between them their body was completely attached even Sapphira had to adjust her legs with Reffan's wide strides.

Arriving in the room, "Wait, don't go anywhere. Morning kiss!" Reffan pointed at his right cheek.

"So it's been."

"Why again? Every time I'm going out you have to kiss dong."

Sapphira immediately kissed Reffan's cheeks right and left.

"There is no one yet. Reffan moved his lips."

A brief kiss landed on Reffan's lips, hoping that the husband would immediately remove his hand from Sapphira's waist.

Reffan smiles.

"Later to teach." His hand pinched Safira's nose. A kiss on Safira's forehead ended his embrace.

After the departure of Reffan, Sapphira to the bathroom ablution, usually Safira will pray Dhuha but because of his obstruction only ablution only. Just about to approach the sofa by the window. His phone vibrated several times indicating that there was a continuous message coming in.

Grasping the flat object then opened a message from an unknown number that sent some photos.

"Astaghfirullah's.." Sapphira's hand felt her chest that suddenly felt tight. His eyes warmed, and so did his body. He examined the photos sent to him carefully.

"This is a screenshot video. He recognized the man in the photo who was wearing exactly the same clothes that Reffan was wearing this morning. The photo shows her husband holding the arm of a woman at a very close distance and looking at each other. In another photo the woman with her hair unravelled was holding Reffan's chest. Some of the other photos have similar poses. Safira was sure it was really an original photo.

The water is unstoppable.

"Is it because it prevents me from coming. Because what you're going to meet is a woman. You're free to do anything because there's no me."

His legs were limp, he just sat on the edge of the nightstand. His chest up and down signified the emotions that were ruling his mind at the moment.

Two minutes later she was crying in her seat. Then he rubbed the rough rest of his tears. His clothes were not much. His cell phone was used to order a taxi on line. Safira immediately exited the hotel room walking briskly towards the lobby. The employee who knew him as the wife of the hotel owner just bent his body. The employee who was guarding the lobby did not dare to stop him even though the strong desire to ask was already on the lips but could only see his boss' wife getting in the car just like that.

"May all be well." Inner of the employee.

In the car Safira looked at her phone with trembling hands.

"We've only been married three days. I'm wrong for not knowing you well." A speck of clear liquid dripped again without permission to witness his journey in silence to Gubeng Surabaya station.