The Beginning of a Dream

Dinner Surprise

Safira turned her head to the right and left, after making sure the person in her room was busy by himself with her phone, she opened the package box in front of her. There is a card immediately visible when Safira managed to open the package. His left hand took the card, his right hand touched the black cloth inside the box that felt soft in his hand and his eyes were immediately fixed on the row of words in the paper.

7 O'clock Men's Restaurant. Wear this dress, baby.

His stomach was like being stirred, nausea attacked him while reading the word dear in the card. The package was slammed into the floor below. Retrieving the paper, Safira opened the phone, looking for Bayu's submission file. It was written Fairuz's wife's name there, her mobile number and her home address. Then he crouched down to take his name carefully and replace it with his newly created writing. After making sure neat Safira ordering delivery services online. Safira went down to give the package to the introduction. After that he went up again and went to the toilet washing his hands with soap as clean as possible as if someone had just contaminated his hands.

Safira sat behind her desk. There is a nausea that is still left, his head also feels a bit dizzy.

Ira and Bagas entered the room and approached her.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ira asked her best friend.

Safira.

"Want me to order? We bought strawberry juice at lunch. Want to buy food worry you've ordered online." Ira gave a transparent glass with pink liquid inside.

"No, I'll bring you stock." Sapphira grabbed the drink Ira gave her, stuck out a straw and then drank almost half a glass.

But three seconds later he looked like the man who was about to spit out his entrails. Safira ran to the toilet and sure enough. The liquid he had just drunk came out again with the bitter taste of the stomach acid. Ira followed him later because he had time to stay between surprise and panic, after realizing he had only caught up with Sapphira.

While Bagas thought he should not have bought the cold drink earlier because it was possible that Safira caught wind after the rains yesterday afternoon. Bagas took his still-clean cup and made a warm tea.

Safira and Ira are back. Ira helped Safira sit down again.

"Don't papa Fir really, you pale lhoo?" Ira asked again after asking the same question and the same answer

"I don't papa Ir." Safira was already sitting in her chair.

"You eat first. Where's your stock I'll get ya." Ira dyed looking for a stock box .

Safira grabbed her bag and took out a box of sandwiches that her husband's employees had sent her this morning.

Fragrant aroma is still smelled when the supply box is open even though it was made this morning.

"Wuih, Fir's intention is to make a very sugarcane sandwich." Ira gulped her saliva looking at the pile of sandwiches.

"I didn't do it. Discriminated my husband. Take it!" Safira smiled thrusting his box towards Ira.

"Oh my God, your husband's brother is so sweet." Ira hesitated about taking it because she had just eaten but the cold also became her hand outstretched.

"Youww.." Ira was shocked because her hand was flicked slowly.

"You just ate. Still disrupting Safira's eating rations." Bagas shook his head. "It's Fir you drink to nagetin' your stomach." Bagas placed a cup of warm tea in front of Sapphira.

"Thank you sir." Sapphira grabbed him to drink it three sips.

"We stay first yeah, you finish your food." Bagas signals Ira to leave Sapphira. "Come on!"

They left Safira's table.

"Kok left alone sir? Poor Sapphira."

"It's so bad!" Ira checked the corner of her lips that had no liquid.

Bagas laughed at Ira who thought her words were true.

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While eating Safira grabbed her phone, sending a message to her husband.

Q: Can I stay at the hotel tonight?

R: Of course, baby. You all right?

S: Yes, yes. I'm kind. Makasi yes mas.

R: Equally dear

Reffan's forehead was wrinkled when Safira asked to stay at the hotel tonight. He had previously insisted on staying at his home if Reffan did not exist.

"Why did Safira ask to stay at the hotel. Not usually?" Reffan was not aware of his murmur at Bayu's hearing.

"Isn't it better, Mr. Reffan. Mrs Safira is safer with a guard at the hotel.

His forehead shriveled with Bayu's answer. "You mean?"

Bayu waver, he was disappointed because he was still worried about giving information to Safira, he was afraid that the information would endanger his boss' wife.

"I mean. There is a security system at the hotel, sir. So Mr. Reffan would rather calmly leave Mr. Safira at the hotel than stay alone in his house."

"Split our schedule here, speed up that can be accelerated." Reffan looked at Bayu sharply, feeling Bayu's facial expression was unusual.

"Good sir." Answer Bayu briefly.

Bayu was unaware of Reffan staring at him. He immediately thought of contacting hotel security in Surabaya to tighten security upon the arrival of Safira also watching the floor of his boss room.

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The night sky enveloped the city that looked majestic with sparkling colorful lights. At almost seven o'clock in the evening, the vehicle was still driving like daylight. Restaurants still look crowded even if not the weekend.

In a private room of a luxurious restaurant a man was already sitting there, a young-looking middle-aged man was already sitting there. He had already prepared himself in the apartment he had kept secret from his wife. A pair of jeans and a casual shirt make her look younger than her age. The fragrance of perfume from her clothes filled the room. Although agitated he was quite sure the woman his target would give up as well. Usually he is enough to buy an apartment for his target, his woman has already bent her knees to him, if not yet he will intimidate him then the target will not be able to refuse again his wishes. Two things he did to Sapphira. Safira will come.

His fingertips alternately touched the table, tired of waiting for him to reach his phone just want to fill the time. Though he had only waited five minutes, the time also did not show exactly 7 o'clock. But waiting for Safira to make the time feel long, he could not deny if Safira was a different woman, he did not look interested in luxury and worse yet he was stubborn. It made there a slight worry in his heart if Sapphira did not come, he began to think whether it would actually realize his threat.

Her smile flashed, as her net caught the shadow of the black dress whose bottom dangled to the floor. Her forehead was wrinkled because it should fit Safira's body.

The head of Fairuz looked up to see the face of the dress wearer before him.

"Darling!" His face was shocked but forced into a smile looking at the woman in front of him.

"Mas, the dress is too long but I like it very much."