The Beginning of a Dream

New Bride

"Don't discuss it now ma, later each of us will be able to feel the duties and obligations of each. We're just getting married, let Safira adjust first if now we have a new role." Answer Reffan.

"Alright if you think so dear, mama supports you as soon as possible to have children."

"Mom why did it go that way he said. Not connecting."

"This is very close to the connection. If you have children soon Sapphira will increase the role again and he will definitely put his son's importance compared to his job right."

"Mama is a pinter."

"Not polite to you. Indeed where your intelligence decreases if not from mama."

"Well, mama wants to say papa doesn't pinter."

"Not so dear, intelligence decreased from his mother 50 percent, the rest is new from his father and his environment."

"It's up to you, which is obviously Reffan is smarter than mama and papa, haha.. "

"You are narcissistic. Mom almost forgot what you wanted to say."

"What's the matter ma?"

"When did you and Sapphira go to Jakartanya?"

"It's Friday ma, after Safira comes home from work we'll go straight there."

"A very yes.. Hopefully your clothes fit right, mama worried too."

"Well, how else ma."

"Yes already. Have you seen the concept of the wedding reception?"

"It's ma."

"What do you think?"

"Reffan just follow the choice of mama, there is no problem just the guest star there is no female singer yes ma."

"Why baby?"

"Reffan doesn't like it,."

"Yes my mom set it up later just say to her WO only."

"Yes you're fine there, mama misses you. Later after arriving in Jakarta directly to the house. Take care of Safira."

"Sure ma, mama papa also take care of your health."

"OK baby. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam ma'am.." Once again Reffan smiled hearing his mother say hello.

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Safira had just gotten out of the elevator after getting a message from her husband waiting in the office lobby.

"Saffira." A man's voice shocked him.

"Pak Bagas." Sapphira's voice sounded worried, because her husband was waiting in the lobby could be Reffan saw them both and so the length of the case.

"Ehm. You're really fine."

"meaning?" Safira did not understand the direction of the Bagas talks.

"Sorry, is your husband nice to you?"

"Of course sir. Sorry Mr. Bagas seems to have nothing important anymore huh. My husband is waiting in the lobby. Excuse me." Sapphira stepped away from Bagas who was still looking at Sapphira from behind.

When Sapphira circulated the view of looking for a companion to his life. A hand reached for Safira's palm and then took it with him, as Safira turned her head in surprise to the owner of the hand pecked at the top of her head.

"I miss you so much." His whisper in Sapphira's ear.

Safira could only smile in embarrassment. Reffan drew Safira's hand to follow in his footsteps.

They got in the car and sat comfortably.

"Happy working today?" Tanya Reffan opened the conversation.

"Do you have an assistant in the office?" Reffan asked again with a flat expression.

Safira's forehead looks wrinkled indicating she is thinking whether her husband is seriously asking or this is a trick question.

"Si Bagas, is he now your assistant who welcomes you and takes you out of the office." Reffan said flatly but his gaze was very sharp.

"Ah right, Reffan mas just saw so long the business." Sapphira's great-grandson in her heart.

"Pak Bagas just said hello to mas." Sapphira stared at the sharp net of Reffan wanting to convince her husband.

"It seems like greeting you has become his work agenda huh. It's amazing the timing is so fitting." Reffan drew his face closer to his wife.

"Mas, what's necessary.." Safira's words were not finished. Reffan already hit Safira's lips **********. When Sapphira began to retaliate against Reffan's treatment. Reffan pulled his lips making Sapphira blush in embarrassment.

"It will continue, baby." Reffan immediately launched his car impatiently to arrive at the hotel. While Safira's face continued to look down embarrassed during the trip home.

Safira immediately ran to the bathroom upon entering the room. Reffan immediately locked the door of his room and caught up with Sapphira. Action pushed each other to happen.

"Mas is not not strong push this door but if you hit your forehead bump. Let your husband in or I'll have people take the bathroom door off right now."

The door was slowly opened, revealing Safira's face that looked pouting.

"Safira wants to take a bath, the body feels bad after work." Safira said weakly.

"While you think I want to do it, take a shower too. From work, I haven't had a shower either." Reffan smiled meaningfully while pushing the door wide open for his body.

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"Mas, can't you go home?" Safira asked after their long bathing ritual.

"Why baby? you don't like it here?"

"Kangen home atmosphere only. At home, Fira can cook."

"It's been two days. Now you are my responsibility, how can my wife prepare the house. Let me do my job as a husband, baby. Your house, your food and all your necessities let me take care of it."

"Yes, um." Sapphira answered with a low head, Safira realized after she got married she had to follow her husband.

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Morning changed by noon, the sun was willing to set replaced by the moon. The next day the sun rose again bringing warmth and life. The sun and moon know when they should be visible and succumb briefly to give life back. Thus the cycle of life, there are times when we have to go forward to give a share in life, there are times when we take a break to fill the energy to rise again.

Reffan followed Sapphira's desire to return home even if it was only two days. But it seems that Safira was very enthusiastic, even after work Safira bought some ingredients for his cooking attractions.

"What is this, baby?" He saw the face of his wife who was tired with hair that was still damp. Then the netraannya changed to glance at the bowl containing coconut milk sauce with vegetables, there is also a plate containing side dishes.

"Ehm.sorry yes mas I am not good at cooking like a mas chef, I can only cook ordinary home-cooked food." Gentle Sapphira speech.

"Why say that anyway. You're my wife, not a cook. Actually the job of a husband is to feed his wife, it means that I have to prepare cooked food for you to eat, it does not matter if you do not cook dear. Origin of gymnastics in bed routine because that's what matters."

"Mas ah. what the hell."

"That's a pervert, you're the one who thought the last sentence anyway. The importance of delay. I mean that all homework can be delegated to others and it's the job of the husband to meet all your needs but serving the husband and educating the child cannot be delegated, you must always be ready." Reffan raised his eyebrows while smiling seductively.

Sapphira's face lowered in a red tinge that began to be seen on her cheeks.

"Be careful if you like but don't be a must. Whatever you cook is special and the taste is definitely imprinted in my memory. So what's this cooking?" Reffan's voice made Sapphira's head rise again.

"This is vegetable lodeh mas, fried shrimp flour, corn omelette and sambal. I'll get ya mas." Safira grabbed a plate and began to take the rice and the side dish.

Reffan looked at his wife's face with a smile.

"Dear boy..." The first bribe has been swallowed. Reffan did not expect that the coconut milk food he had never eaten tasted so good in his mouth."

"real mas? I'm just making Safira happy, huh?" safira's face was sparkling but turned flat .

"Enak. My wife is cooking pinter, it's beautiful, it's good, the cooking is good again." Reffan put another spoonful of food into his mouth but his gaze could not escape the blushing face of his wife.

Suddenly Reffan coughed as he wagged his hand.

Sapphira was confused because her husband's face was reddened.

"Huh, hiccups..." Reffan's eyes glared because the sambal that was on the edge had disappeared.