The Beginning of a Dream

Muara Long

"What's Safira? Is there something in your cake?" Bagas' voice made Safira aware that Bagas was still nearby watching him from earlier.

"No Sir. There's nothing." Safira quickly replied that Bagas was not getting suspicious.

"Well, I'm back at my desk." Bagas finally stepped away but his mind still put some suspicion on Safira's surprised expression as she opened her cake box. There must be something he thought but it was useless to urge Safira because Sapphira would definitely not tell him. "Well, I hope you're okay, Safira." Please Bagas in his heart.

Sapphira did not touch her cake box anymore, she marginalized her cake box to the edge of the table leaving it at once, dismissing all the thoughts that ruined her happiness today.

Maybe the cake went wrong in the box. Do I need to ask Fairuz sir. But I can't think if Mr. Fairuz's answer isn't what I wanted. Forget that! Safira chose to forget about the cake she had seen earlier, acting as if there was nothing strange this morning. Sapphira tried to fill her brain with the arrival of her husband today, filling her mind with happiness. Today she is going to meet her husband and doesn't want any other problems to bother her.

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His phone shook at one o'clock in the afternoon. Safira immediately picked him up after seeing the name that appeared on his screen.

Assalamu'alaikum.

Dear wa'alaikumsalam. Honey, I'll go back to work straight to the hotel. You will follow everything my employees have prepared.

What time did you get here? I'll go get the mas.

No need, there's a hotel driver picking me up. Your job is to go straight to the hotel after work. No stopping anywhere!

Mas..

Not receiving interruptions.

Mas ih's.

Yes it is, baby. See you later. I miss you... Assalamu'alaikum's chat..

Wa'alaikum..

Tutt*title*..

It had been cut off, but a smile was on Sapphira's lips. In just a few hours, Reffan will be in front of him. She really misses being in her husband's arms.

"Ah, I'm really kasmaran." Her great-grandson in heart.

Reffan Satriya Bagaskara, the man who had managed to destroy his defenses. Forced men who do not want to be denied. And somehow Sapphira was always at a loss for words and was outdone when faced with him. When did Safira start falling in love? I don't know! Safira doesn't know when she's falling in love. Since the beginning of their meeting, Safira had been unable to condition his heart rhythm that was pounding violently. His logic was broken when he was before Reffan. He remembered how hurt he was seeing Reffan's photo with another woman. He is not a person who easily believes in news. But about Reffan even Sapphira could not hold her leg to wait for Reffan's explanation, her heart was too sick and could not accept there was another woman near Reffan. Feet that want to survive are unable to resist the gestures that are burned by jealous fire to immediately run. And when Claudia touched Reffan's body. It was not the nature of Sapphira to act foolishly and recklessly but she instead climbed over the fence of Reffan's house because her heated chest burned with jealous fire. Again, the logic disappears when it comes to Reffan.

"Astaghfirullah..it's a shame!" Safira cupped a palm to her own face in shame given her behavior.

"Don't repeat Sapphira again, never repeat!" Tell it to himself.

Someone watched him from far away. She had not seen Safira touch the cake box on her desk. When the room was quiet at rest, Sapphira did not touch it at all. Safira instead ordered food from an online app. He smiled wryly, when the clock arrived Safira almost forgot the box of cake. Safira finally grabbed him and took him with her left hand just like that. When he arrived at the parking lot, Safira turned to the right and to the left he saw the garbage officer who would transport garbage in front of the parking lot. Sapphira approached him and gave him the box of cake.

"Safira!" He muttered from the glass of the lobby staring at Safira's car coming out of the parking area.

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Afternoon in the largest city after the capital. The jams have become a decoration in the hours of work. But because of a happy day, Safira still smiled even though his car moved creeping. His car had entered the lobby area of the hotel, a security guard stopped his car.

"I parked Safira's car." He said politely while bowing his back.

"Thank you sir!" Safira smiled out of her car.

Another security officer opened the glass door of the lobby while looking down in thanks and a sweet smile from Safira. The lobbying officer smiled but did not dare to straighten his body before Sapphira passed through.

A female employee approached him.

"Good afternoon Mrs Safira, I'm Rosa, let's follow me."

"Sore." Safira Reply.

Sapphira just kept quiet following Rosa's steps. All that the Reffan employee did was definitely her husband's order so she just had to follow him.

Their steps stopped in front of the spa room.

"Let's go ahead!" Rosa opened the door for Sapphira.

"They'll help Ms. Safira refresh her body." Rosa Say.

"Eh yes. thanks." Said Sapphira who was stunned by what Reffan had prepared.

"I live yes Ms Safira, Ms Safira can tell them if they need anything. Excuse me, ma'am." Rosa said goodbye.

"OKs. Thank you, yeah."

Safira jumped in shock as an employee grabbed her bag and put it in a locker. Then Sapphira was directed to another room.

"Excuse me ma'am, help me take off her shirt." Say female employees.

"Eh no need. I'm alone." Sapphira grabbed the cloth held by other employees like carrying a flag at a ceremony. "Show me where the dressing room is!"

"What are these people! I want to see you almost naked." The grouse of Sapphira in his heart then took a deep breath and exhaled it strongly.

Start a series of body treatments that take no less than two hours. Massage, totok face, creambath and somehow Safira have resigned themselves to follow their directions. Honestly, he enjoyed it and even fell asleep. The ritual ends with a warm shower bath after soaking. A cup of warm-spiced drinks ended the treatment session perfectly. As they directed Sapphira to sit in front of a large mirror for themselves.

"Wait what time is this? It's magrib ya."

"Six hours past ten minutes ma'am." Answer one quickly.

"I prayed magrib first. Where can I pray?"

The three spa employees looked at each other. One of them immediately woke up and replied.

"Let's follow me."

Sapphire followed after picking up mukena travel in her bag.

The two employees in front of the dresser looked at each other then smiled.

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Safira looked at her reflection in front of the mirror. A soft brown dress was already attached to her body with a matching colored hijab that one side dangled to her stomach. Her beautiful face has natural makeup, employees who decorate it also help her wear a hijab to make it more beautiful and look special. All three employees smiled satisfied to see the results of their work.

"Bu Safira was already beautiful from birth. Polished a little already wow really." Say them in his heart.

Rosa walked into the room and smilingly looked at Sapphira whose beauty was growing brighter.

"Mother Sapphira was very charming. It's perfect!" Praise Rosa to her boss' wife.

"What is my appearance is inconspicuous." Safira still looked at the dress and her face alternated from the mirror.

"Bu Safira is already striking with the beautiful face of Bu Safira even without makeup. This makeup is so natural." Rosa.

"Ah, don't overdo it!" Safira felt Rosa's praise was excessive.

"Let's go to Bu Safira." Rosa opened the door for Sapphira.

"Where are we going, Rosa?" Ask Safira.

"Mrs Safira will soon find out." Answer Rosa.

Safira let out a breath not getting an answer from her curiosity.

Two chairs facing a table next to a swimming pool decorated with beautiful colors and shapes.

Safira smiled with another surprise from Reffan.

"Please wait here." Said Rosa who was going to quit.

"Is Mr Reffan here?" Ask Safira.

"You looking for me?" A pair of hands were already coiled in Safira's stomach from behind making the owner very surprised.