The Beginning of a Dream

A Long Tasting Day

"Okay Safira, continued his work." Fairuz said then turned his body around.

"Finally Mr. Fairuz is gone too." Inner Sapphira.

"Well, thank you sir." replied Safira, then sat back down after Mr. Fairuz had left his desk.

While Bagas was still looking at Mr. Fairuz, he was a man who recognized the gaze of his people. Alternately he looked at Safira and Fairuz while hoping that what he was thinking was only a prejudice.

For Safira the seconds that changed minutes seemed so long, time went so slow somehow. In his mind at this time there is only a calculation of how many more days until the weekend and meet Reffan who turned out to be very ngangenin.

"Ah, why kangen so much. It's been two days." Complaints Safira who just replied to a chat with Reffan. Reffan always gave news and asked Safira news, especially on the sidelines of the break. Reffan once videocall during break time but Safira finally turned it off because his friends were boisterous teasing him.

At home, at the videocall. Type Safira after turning off the videocall. When in fact Reffan was eager to see the face of his wife who flushed seduced by his friends.

Now, want to see your face when told to do it later.

Yes, I have seen a photo of me (emoticons tongue sticking out)

Can not move and invited to talk dong (emoticons kissing)

Patience well (replying emoticons kiss)

Safira drops her head on her desk, her body losing energy while remembering Reffan. It turned out that true miss was so heavy when it was once held tightly. Separate bodies feel restless when the aroma that is missed only imagine can not be combined.

"Meeting after lunch, the spirit of dikit dong." Ira approached Safira's desk.

"Semangaattt." Sapphira's hand was clenched in the air but her voice flew through the air unequal to her fist. Ira who saw him laughed smacked into the table.

"Those who have the virus miss, raise my hand. Can't comment not yet experience." Ira straightened Sapphira's body, which seemed to have no energy.

Safira patted Ira's shoulder with a smile. "So insyaAllah came on time Ir. Already adapted to the concerned."

"Yes Fir. I'm fine." Reply Ira.

Sapphira could feel the anxiety of her best friend who was still alone from her eyes made her feel guilty showing her longing for her husband in front of her best friend.

"Yuk ah, the meeting's about to start." Safira immediately stood up as if he found an electric current that stung him because he did not want to see his best friend moody.

They walked to each other towards the meeting room which was seven minutes away from starting.

"I'm sorry sir. If this is still implemented there will be some possibilities that occur that we must predict......." Sapphira gave an explanation of their meeting. His face is calm, his speech is polite but weighted according to the contents of his head. People were not upset when Safira commented on their idea because Safira's comments provided a solution of the weakness of the idea they were pitching. Smart, courteous, sensitive and speaking in moderation is the label inherent in Sapphira.

"What a good Sapphira, something will be perfect in your sight." Mr. Fairuz smiled in response to Safira's explanation. Since then his eyes stole a glance at Safira even when Sapphira just entered the meeting room.

And a pair of eyes kept watching the two of them. A pair of suspicious eyes at the beginning of their meeting. A pair of eyes that understand the language of his people, the owner of the eye still hopes what he thinks does not really happen.

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"Again what?" After his greeting was answered by Safira, Reffan charged Sapphira with various questions about the day he had passed.

"I miss you, Sapphira."

Safira's face blushed. Her shy smile was so seductive.

The one being asked is getting blushed. "Don't ask again" said Safira. "My workbench bears witness to the weight of my head sticking up there for missing you, my pillow bearing witness to the tears just sliding in your memory." safira's heart groaned considering her longing for her husband these few days.

"Answer dong?" Urge Reffan.

Safira smiled with teary eyes that blocked the liquid that could collapse instantly, "Very." Lirih.

Reffanpun smiles, happy because his wife misses him but sad when his favorite netra glazed.

"Don't cry, I can't see you crying. If you cry I can't bear to not go to the airport and fly as soon as possible to wipe away your tears." Reffan Wood.

"It's almost midnight." Sapphira immediately laughed happily at Reffan's words.

"Why indeed? The pilot will wake me up." Say Reffan at that.

Safira laughed at hearing that.

"So dong, so pretty. How can you be so beautiful not to wear makeup? his face is already drowsy."

"Hmmm.."

"Really darling.. muuuaaaccchhh! Sleep at night, keep the phone away."

Safira put her cellphone on the nightstand with the screen still facing her face, she also lay on her side smiling staring at the screen that was still on.

"Mas is also sleeping huh. muuuaaaaccchh."

"I'll sleep after you sleep."

Sapphira closed her eyes after chanting a prayer of sleep and reciting the last three letters in the Qur'an.

After noticing Safira's lashes and making sure his wife was asleep. Reffan brought his phone screen closer and kissed it then turned off his videocall connection and closed his eyes hoping to dream of hugging his wife.

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Five times the sun has alternated with the moon replacing each other to accompany the days of Sapphira and all the inhabitants of the earth. This time Sapphira felt the sun very romantically hugging her warmly. Her smile in the morning beats the beauty of flowers. His steps felt light swinging without any burden.

"Ah, what day is this why there are so many flowers flying?" Ira pretended to think while looking at Safira's face. "It's so beautiful for you Safira that it's Friday."

The bagas near them smiled.

"Good fakes we saw. Aren't Iris?" Bagas finally joined the chatter of two friends in front of him.

"That's very important Mr. Bagas. Yesterday it was like a starving worm stuck on the table." Ira responded to the latter's death glance from Sapphira.

"Eh, what's the show?" Safira grabbed the box containing the cake with her name written on the table grabbing it closer towards her.

"From Mr. Fairuz. Let's get some work done today." Ira then grabbed her box of cookies and opened it. "Well, good at Fir. Fruit and cheese roll cake. Hopefully this is often the case." Irene sat at her desk, plucking a cake on which decorated fruit with seductive colors.

Safira opened the cake box in front of him. The deg! pupils dilated. Hand vibrates. As soon as he stood looking at his best friend who was still enjoying the fruit in his hand, there was still cheese roll cake left in the cake box. Two, Sapphira's eyes make sure Ira's cake box has only two kinds of cakes. Why is it different, why? Why are there three kinds of cakes and why is there a heart-shaped chocolate cake in the cake box?