The Beginning of a Dream

Day H

"Astaghfirullah."

Spontaneous Sapphira retreated in shock.

The person sitting on the bed turned towards Sapphira, smiling.

"It was a long time ago, a pity, to take a shower." Now Reffan was standing looking at his wife who was still shocked to grip her towel in front of her chest.

"Mmaasss.. Why, how come it's here?" Safira's voice.

"It's very fragrant here. hmmm..." Reffan inhaled in the air in his room. His eyes continued to see the beautiful scenery in front of him, Reffan walked closer towards his wife. Safira's heart rate is not because, even though they have spent some time together but this time like the first time they were together. Reffan's eagle eyes continue to target his prey, his breath hunted.

Looking at the Netra Reffan, Sapphira's body trembled, she continued to retreat as far as possible even though her legs were heavy to move.

"Where does this sweet scent come from?" Reffan again inhaled the refreshing aroma deepened. Her male body parts stiffened even more to find Sapphira who had trouble swallowing her own saliva. Reffan walked slowly as if enjoying his wife's increasingly cornered position.

"The smell is getting stronger." Reffan was already standing in front of Sapphira who was squeezing a towel on her chest. Reffan sniffed the air around Sapphira's body. Then his hand quickly grabbed his wife's waist, twisted his wife's body then hugged her from behind.

"It turns out that this is where it came from. You are so fragrant of Safira." Reffan kissed Safira's open shoulder, rising up to her neck to the back of her ear. Sapphira's body had already frozen, subtle sounds just escaped her lips.

"Yes..." Effortless Sapphira held the hand of Reffan who had spread everywhere.

"Hmmm.." Reffan put away Safira's hand so as not to disturb her and resumed his exploration. His lips kept tracing his wife's very seductive neck and shoulders.

"Mas, said mom...." Not yet the sentence was finished, Reffan had twisted Sapphira's body and silenced his wife's lips with his lips. His embrace tightened, lifting his wife's body and dropping her on the bed.

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Tok. tok..

Reffan wriggled in annoyance, forcing his hand to release a hug on his wife. The wall clock that still shows two o'clock past five minutes. Isn't it early morning.

"Who dares to knock on the door early this morning." His grunts while wearing his pants and t-shirt. His steps hurriedly approached the door worried that his wife would wake up.

His emotions had already risen to the crown when he opened the door because Reffanpun still wanted to close his eyes after a very long battle.

"There's a-" Reffan's voice immediately choked when he learned of the figure knocking on his door.

"Mama.." Reffan was wrong.

"Reffan you really are.." Raisa's mama's voice was held in order not to cause chaos in the early hours. Mama Raisa's feet on her son's feet. Then Reffan's body pushed away from the door.

Mama Raisa went into the room, she saw Safira falling asleep with a blanket that only showed her head. Mama Raisa smiled looking at the innocent face of her daughter-in-law. But then his face turned ferocious as he turned to face his son.

"You are yes. Last night could not help myself. What if your face looks tired later especially Safira. Really-yes..." Mama Raisa pinches Reffan's waist.

"Ow. ouch ma. Precisely earlier Reffan make Safira can sleep soundly." Reffan jumped avoiding his mother who was already glaring at him.

"Awas... Don't bother Safira anymore." Mama Raisa steps out of the room, her hands showing the scene of the teasing as a threat to her son. But the threatened only grimaces not feel the slightest guilt.

Reffan again locked the door of his room and went back inside his blanket.

"There are really good foods, yes cook in the wild let alone fit laper-lapernya." Reffan peaking at Safira's head made his wife move her head. But after Reffan rubbed his back, Sapphira returned soundly in his dream. Reffan closed his eyes with a hand that kept hugging his wife.

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Safira and Reffan had just performed the congregational Fajr prayer. After tidying up his prayer gear, Safira grabbed his phone researching incoming messages. His face was so serious about reading messages he hadn't opened last night.

"Bag.." Safira opened her voice.

"Ehmm. mas sorry, if my friend came later at the reception. There was a former co-worker who is now in Jakarta, he was angry because I didn't tell and invite him at the wedding." Safira spoke carefully.

"Tell me to come, everything's overstated, I'll call the WO to let your friend in without an invitation." Answer Reffan casually.

"Thank you, ma'am." Safira smiled happily, hugging Reffan's arm.

"Now's godain?" Reffan raised both his eyebrows staring at his wife's face. Sapphira immediately released her hand from Reffan's arm, her head shaking.

When Reffan was about to touch his wife's chin. Cellphone's ringing. His face was immediately annoyed, but still raised the call on his phone.

"Quick Down Reffan. Breakfast now!" Raisa's mama's voice was like a thunder grabbing made Reffan slightly keep the phone away from his ears.

"Yes ma, we'll be down soon." Reffan replied casually as he blinked to his wife.

"Now Reffan, soon those who decorate Sapphira will come. Safira had to have breakfast first." Raisa's mama's voice had echoed in Reffan's ears.

"Yes my dear mother." Reffan answered with great emphasis.

After the phone is closed. Reffan grabbed his wife's hand and took her down before her mother climbed up to the door banging.

"Mas, last night how did you get into the room?" Safira was still curious about the way her husband entered the room when he locked the door.

"This is my room, obviously I know best how to get in." Reffan answered lightly as lightly as his kiss on his wife's cheek. No one knew Reffan kept a spare key in the box he picked up before leaving the room.

"Oh, how is it?" Safira was curious.

"Get in the room again I'll tell you. Wanna?" Reffan played his eyebrows.

Sapphira pouted speeding up her pace ahead of Reffan.

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Safira and Reffan have reached the hotel. They're waiting in the car. During the journey no sound came out between them only hands clasping each other revealing the tension Safira was experiencing.

Yesterday Safira had seen the room that will be used reception, the splendor of decoration, the number of floodlights, as well as the carpet that will lead him to the guarantee. There was no way Safira wasn't nervous, everyone would look at her.

"Actually I don't want you to be seen by many people, especially with this beautiful makeup. Can I hit the head of the man who sees you later?" Reffan opened his voice, his hand reaching for Sapphira's chin to look at her. Because Sapphira kept looking out the glass.

Safira smiles.

"I'd rather only me look at you but I have to introduce you to everyone that this woman is mine." Reffan gave a glimpse of Sapphira's lips.

Safira was treated by her husband.

"Have you ever made a presentation in front of so many people?" Reffan asked his wife.

Safira.

"Watch it like that, isn't it the same when you're presenting all eyes will be on you right?" Reffan spoke seriously to his wife.

"And if you're still nervous, too.... Just squeeze my hand. Look at my handsome face, I'll channel the energy that will make you lose your nerves." Reffan confidently said it.

Sapphire smile.

Reffan smiled at his wife's smile. "Follow Safira's head, don't duck later. You are the wife of Reffan Satriya Bagaskara, my chosen woman, I leave my name and my heart to you Sapphira, please take good care of it."