The Beginning of a Dream

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Sapphira's clenched hands were ready to throw a single blow to the face of the man in front of her but her brain began to recognize the posture of the person in front of her. Slowly and carefully Safira took the towel that covered the man's face.

"Astaghfirullah's.." Sapphira immediately sat down beside her husband who was looking at her sharply.

"Pardon me. I was shocked, suddenly there was someone in the room." Sapphira's hand grabbed her husband's right hand and kissed him.

Lately Safira is in a vigilant mode, especially after the incident last afternoon, the alert mode is always on.

Reffan would sit but his hand held his own waist. "Auw." Reffan grimaced while peeking at Sapphira's expression.

"It hurts, huh? Sorry, yes, mas. I'm a pijitin ya." Sapphira was already resting on her knees to help Reffan wake up.

"Yes sick lhah. After all who would dare to enter this room without permission." Actually Reffan is okay because he also landed well earlier, for people who know martial he can prepare his body to land in a safe position reduces the risk of injury.

"Sorry mas. I remember it was Reffan four days to Pontianak so I was surprised suddenly there was a man in the room." Safira looked down but her eyes peeked at Reffan's expression which kept bending his face from earlier.

Now they are both in bed. After Sapphira helped memapah Reffan and Reffan who smiled ignorantly saw the guilty face of his wife.

"Where does it hurt? Go on your stomach first!" Sapphira reveals Reffan's shirt opens it up.

"Aww..." Reffan pretended to scream as Safira touched his waist. The surprised Sapphira immediately raised her hand.

"Slow down dong Safira." Reffan spoke with a hidden smile.

"Is this the sick one? Sapphira touched again her husband's waist massaged her slowly.

"Yes. From under dear, from ass pain all. You put my pants down. Auw.." Reffan was still drama screaming when Safira touched. His hand removed the belt in his pants so that Sapphira could lower her pants.

Safira became confused when her husband's pants slack because the zipper had been opened her husband. Doubt to touch it.

"Darling, you're doing it again. Why not get a massage right away. It hurts from the ass to the back." Reffan was getting impatient because his wife was staring.

In a slow motion Safira lowered her husband's pants, though hesitated she touched the back of her husband.

"You sit on my thighs, where it feels good to be kneaded so slanted!"

"But I am..." Not done talking, Reffan no longer want to wait.

"Fast dong Safira, more pain."

"Yes yes." Sapphira immediately rose no longer denied because she felt guilty.

Reffan enjoys his wife's soft hands that touch his skin, it turns out that it's also nice to be taken by his wife. But it would be better if....

Suddenly Reffan had turned around by holding Sapphira's body so as not to fall.

"Mas, really.." Sapphira became nervous on the body of her husband facing towards her, she was about to go down but was held in heavy hands by the husband.

"The front also wants to be massaged dear." Reffan spoke slowly.

"Well, where is there such." Red hue has adorned the beautiful face of his favorite wife Reffan.

"You can feel it, right?" Reffan's hand touched his wife's hand to hers that was ready for battle.

Sapphira covered her face with both palms. She was very embarrassed even with her husband.

"Responsible what!"

Safira went silent swallowing his saliva violently. While Reffan had taken off his shirt and pants with his feet. His hand had already pulled the kimono strap of his wife who became his only body cover.

"Bag.." Safira to the surprise of her kimono towel floated from her husband's hand, thrown away from the bed.

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Reffan lay on his side watching the tired face that was now asleep. He smiled remembering the incident. Reffan deliberately waited for Sapphira to enter the room and waited for a moment to make sure his wife was in the bathroom according to his wife's habits after returning home from work. Reffan wanted to give his wife a surprise but in fact he was surprised by his wife's response.

"Why is your face so tired, dear. We just did it a round." Reffan stroked his wife's cheek gently. Sapphira squirms due to Reffan's touch. Reffan smiled enjoying the response of his wife.

"Are you okay here? I don't know why I feel like there's something with you." Now his index finger was on his wife's forehead down the nose of his wife then stopped at the pink lips that always tease. Reffan smiled again, Sapphira wriggled again but this time her head was already stuck to Reffan's chest, her body curled up in her husband's arms. Reffan kissed his wife's forehead, hugged her and fell asleep after previously setting the alarm because they both had not yet prayed, ' he will wake up in an hour.

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The two of them had just taken a shower and were praying' Currently sitting on the sofa, in front of him there was food that had just been in between.

"Still sleepy, dear?" Reffan stroked soft Sapphira hair that still felt moist

"It's not too mas, it's delicious, it's so fresh now."

"Yes obviously dong, ndusel keep asking to be hugged must be good sleep." Reffan said as he raised one of his eyebrows.

"Mas yes." Sapphira hugged her husband and hid her face on his chest. The husband's hug is his favorite now.

"Let's eat first, don't just go on later." Reffan menoel nose of his wife.

Safira immediately took off her embrace with adorable manyun lips.

Reffan laughed, his hands reaching for their dinner in one plate Reffan fed his wife and ate for himself.

"Mas, I came home early. Everything's fine, right?" Safira asked after finishing chewing.

"Yes is fine. I packed the schedule there because I wanted to see you soon." Reffan again spooned the food into the mouth of Sapphira who previously smiled sweetly.

Safira chews again.

"I see your face is so tired, have you been in a busy office lately?" It was Reffan's turn to ask his wife.

"A little busy." Safira answered briefly.

"Is there a problem?" Reffan asked again.

Safira swallowed his saliva. Her net looked into her husband's eyes. There is a desire to expose everything to the halal lover. But what if her husband gets angry after she tells him a story and comes to Fairuz. Safira was very afraid if that happened.

Safira smiled then shook her head.

"I'm fine, ma'am."

"Really?" Reffan drew his face closer and kissed his wife's lips softly, took it off and stared intently at the wife's netra, approached again and again and again the lips of Sapphira soft but this time getting longer and deeper.

"You lied to Sapphira. I'll find out soon." Reffan muttered in his heart.