The Beginning of a Dream

Meet the New Boss

It feels like nothing is happier for parents when they see their children in front of them, even with mama Raisa and papa Rendra. The warm rays of the sun still shyly appeared in the morning, mama Raisa is not usually in the kitchen because every morning her assistant who will prepare the breakfast menu. But today, the gentle hand of the mother wants to prepare her own breakfast for her children because today Reffan is going to Surabaya with Safira and Raffi is returning to continue his studies. Assistants who wanted to help were not allowed, Sapphira who went down with Reffan after the dawn prayer was asked to stay away and go enjoy the park. This morning Raisa's mom wants to make a special breakfast for her kids.

Fried rice, grilled sandwiches, juice combinations of several fruits, fruit salads with a beautiful color that tempts the typical mama Raisa who will not be found anywhere else are all perfectly presented at the table.

"Mama...." Sapphira came closer to Raisa's mother then kissed her left cheek and hugged her waist. "Suppose you want to help your mom too."

"When mama cooks for you. Come sit! Fan call your brother." Raisa's mom orders Reffan.

Papa Rendra was already seen walking closer towards the dining table.

"Actually mama wants you to stay here long, baby. But you have to work again, yes it's not important papa all of you mama's children are healthy and happy."

As well as breakfast together, happy faces are deliberately shown to cover the hue of sadness that is tucked in the heart because it will soon part with the warmth of gathering with those who love and care for us.

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A torrent of orange sky accompanied the arrival of Reffan and Sapphira back to Surabaya. They were already inside Reffan's room at his hotel. Sitting together hugging each other looking at the sky that began to darken but offers a new beauty in lieu of twilight. Star-studded sky and moon luster that is not glare in the eye.

"Don't you think I live in a house?" Safira sulks to Reffan, tomorrow Reffan must return to Jakarta because the business center is managed from Jakarta. Reffan still feels heavy leaving Sapphira alone especially at home alone. But Safira feels more comfortable staying at home especially if Reffan is not there.

Reffan took a deep breath, looking at his wife's face. Not one month of their marriage, but close to Sapphira the wife was like opium to him, the scent of Safira's body, the voice of Sapphira, his sweet smile... Ah, it's hard not to see it for days.

"Darling why do you want to work?" Reffan's question suddenly made Sapphira surprised to prepare an answer.

"Mas.it's not easy for me to be in my current position. I'm among the lucky ones to be accepted to work at my current place." Safira gave a safe answer according to him.

Reffan kissed his wife's lips at a glance, "I feel like a useless man watching you work hard like this." Reffan pulled Sapphira's head against his chest.

Sapphira could hear the heartbeat of the husband clearly, can be felt rhythmically faster.

"I'm sorry, but for now I have to continue my work." Safira muttered only in his heart.

"What if there's a junior Reffan here you'll change your mind?" Reffan straightened Safira's body then gently stroked his wife's stomach, his eyes staring at the wife's face that turned clumsy.

"Eh mas. um.." Sapphira was confused to answer her husband's question. His face turned even red, an adorable face that Reffan was so fond of.

"I wonder if you'll change your mind later?" Reffan increasingly seduces his wife, his hand has slipped into the clothes of the wife, making the wife more confused. "Oh, this evening." His whisper was soft in the wife's ear, his hand quickly carrying Sapphira to a more comfortable place.

"How many hours?" Shamefully Safira asked as her body was already lying perfectly under Reffan.

Reffan smiled at the voice of his wife, his heart was very happy because Sapphira wanted to tease even though she was still shy. "Until midnight. Count the rapals!" His face was already slit around his wife's neck.

"Mas ih..." Sapphira's voice was cut off, her lips were devoured by Reffan for so long.

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The sun's rays are still warm touching the skin, inversely proportional to Safira's overcast heart. Safira's face was sad to look at the black sedan car that was away even his shadow was no longer visible. Reffan will return to Jakarta after taking Safira to his office, this week they will be separated, LDR-an so cool language.

Safira stepped straight into her study. I don't know if this time just feels sad, but last night Safira was fine when with Reffan who continued to hug him all night. Precisely Reffan who felt so heavy released Sapphira, but after Reffan was no longer visible shadow, his eyes warmed up. As strong as the energy held by seeds that want to escape from the corner of his eye.

"Woiii.... Oh newlyweds why daydream."

Sapphira who will be sitting on her work bench jumped to hear the voice of her best friend Ira.

"Ngagetin' it anyway." Safira's Protest

"Still in the morning, miss.. Why are you daydreaming? Soul mates are fine." Ira asked while blinking one of her eyes.

Safira breathed a harsh breath when reminded again of her husband.

"Back of Jakarta." Safira answered briefly.

"Oh, LDR-an the story is. cup cup pity." Ira patted Safira on the shoulder. Safira even manyun get the attention of his best friend who even impressed literate.

"Udah ah. want to work." Safira sat on her work chair her hand reaching for the blue map that was in front of her.

"Eh Fir, the new manager has arrived. Mr Fairuz, you know? Yesterday I started to enter, when you leave there is a welcome for Mr. Fairuz." Babe Ira.

Safira frowned trying to remember the name Fairuz but nil, Safira felt unfamiliar with the name Ira mentioned.

"Son, I don't know Mr. Fairuz." Safira replied after twisting her memory.

"Replacement from Semarang. The guy....." Ira has not finished explaining that Bagas came to greet Sapphira.

"Well, enter Safira. What's the recipe show? All smooth?" Bagas asked with a sweet smile on his face. It seems that Bagas can already receive well if Sapphira already belongs to someone else.

"Alhamdulillah sir smoothly." As usual, Safira answered only short questions from men.

The three of them chatted for a while as there were still five minutes before work hours. Small talk like a friend who just met in the morning until the sound of someone makes everyone in the room look at him.

"For everyone."

"Good morning sir." said the people in the room almost simultaneously.

"I see everything has come. That's great." The man who had just come spread his gaze. His steps drew near to Safira's table.

"Sir Fairuz.." Ira whispered towards Safira. Safira who felt her superior walking towards her immediately stood up.

"We didn't meet yesterday. Sa-fi-ra is your name, right?" Said Fairuz giving emphasis in every syllable of Safira's name, Fairuz was already standing next to Safira's table.

"Betul sir I'm Safira. Yesterday I was on leave sir, only today entered after the holidays." Sapphira spoke facing the body towards Fairuz.

Safira lowered her gaze after looking at the face of her superior who was also looking at her.

"Safiiraaa.. I finally know now." Fairuz is still not out of place. His net is still focused on Safira.

Safira was still down behind her desk, there was an uncomfortable feeling when she accidentally looked at her superior. But hurriedly disposed of all the bad feelings and prejudices that had stopped in his brain. But not with Bagas. His pair of neutrals stared intently at the Fairuz neutrals who were still researching Safira's appearance.