The Beginning of a Dream

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Reffan was still observing his wife getting ready for the office. The face looked as uninspired as ever. Safira used to be very excited to welcome the morning sun, to the office was fun for him to meet his friends, do his work with a happy heart. Safira feels valued and valued while doing her job. But now that feeling has disappeared. The thought of seeing Fairuz's face and hearing all of his disgusting words alone had made him despicable. Not to mention all the deliberate work to torture him.

"Patience soon Safira. But, what else did Fairuz prepare today to suppress me." He muttered inwardly, Safira so remember yesterday punching Fairuz in the face. "Morum." Safira breathed a rough breath.

"What's up, baby? Is there something you're thinking?" Sapphira did not realize Reffan was by her side.

"Ah, um..." Safira. "Ti.no mas." His smile rattled away the nervousness that suddenly ambushed.

"Come here.." Reffan led him to the sofa where he sat down first and then pulled his wife's hand so that Sapphira sat on his lap.

"Safira, do you know what it means to defend? In marriage two strangers are put together, not just about physical activity." Reffan paused raising his eyebrows next to Safira who made his wife's face quickly blush. "But also united the heart and mind. What is disturbing your mind will definitely make me think too, what is disturbing your heart will certainly make me uncomfortable as well. Don't think about my reaction, be honest with me about whatever it is. Because I'll appreciate it when it comes out of your mouth rather than having to know from someone else."

Sapphira set her breath to dampen her heart rhythm that was getting faster.

Reffan whispered in Sapphira's ear, "My anger is as great as my love for you."

Making Sapphira have trouble swallowing her own saliva, her body stiffened at the thought of her husband who must have been aware of the chaos of her thoughts lately.

"Tell me what you're supposed to say? And don't tell me promise not to get angry. I don't like that. My anger is as great as my love for you. When I get angry, remember that. I'm mad because I love you Safira." Reffan kissed his wife's cheek, breaking Sapphira's daydream about what she said earlier. The Netra they met, Sapphira's feelings mixed, wavering crept into his mind and heart. Sapphira was too afraid to say it but Reffan, ah what if Bayu told Reffan everything. Wasn't just waiting for the time that the bomb would explode. Safira remembered the time Bayu gave. The task that Safira had to complete made his mind and body tired and slow to solve this problem.

Safira didn't have much time, this morning she had to go to work. She would contact Bayu later so as not to tell her husband, after work Safira would tell her husband herself.

"Mas, it's time I left. Can I go?" Reffan breathed angrily because Sapphira did not want to talk and had to go to work.

"Do you prefer breakfast at the office?" Reffan asked because Safira had asked for her breakfast to be wrapped.

"This week is quite crowded, so it's better in the office alone can all prepare the work." Safira answered carefully.

"Are you home late too? Yesterday you arrived at the hotel after Magrib." Reffan asked again.

"God today is not good. I brought my own car. So it's better to go home. Where are you going today?"

"I'm not going anywhere there's only work here. I'll take you, you look tired." Reffan stood up to prepare.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to accompany you on a break." Safira kissed Reffan's lips and then smiled shyly.

Reffan smiled at his wife who was still shy but it was also Reffan's favorite to see her face blushing.

"What's wrong, I'm always waiting for you baby until you're ready to leave." Reffan now kisses his wife's pink lips.

Frisson. There was a pain in Safira's heart yet to be honest with her husband. But she also did not want to be branded using her husband's property, differences in social status still make Safira feel sensitive. Safira clearly knew the fine money she would have to pay if she quit her job before the stipulated time period was nothing compared to her husband's property, her wedding reception alone was clearly far beyond that nominal.

"I'm leaving mas." Safira.

"I'll drop you down, I'll have breakfast too." Reffan hugged his wife's slender waist.

They walk in tandem. Safira took his provisions that had been prepared by the hotel chef in the lobby. They split up next to Safira's car. After Safira's car leaves the hotel, Reffanpun enters the hotel, sending a message to Bayu to accompany him to breakfast.

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After parking his car Safira immediately walked quickly towards the elevator. As soon as he had to finish his work before Fairuz added a pile of tasks for him, he would also contact Bayu so as not to tell Reffan first. The agenda today danced in the minds of Safira, eager to be resolved soon.

Safira had entered the elevator, just waiting for the elevator to close and went up to his study. When it was about to close, the elevator again opened revealing a most unwanted person seen by Safira, there was a bruise on her cheek that had almost faded. His eyes pierced through the sharp air that gave a distance between the two of them. His feet lightly entered the elevator, Sapphira straightened her body.

"Good morning Sapphira, is your night beautiful? Last night I spent my time alone compressing my cheeks and imagining your face. Do I have to do the same thing with that pretty face of yours?" Fairuz stared intently at Safira's face which did not look at him for a second.

"Take Sapphira, I'd better do what I do to a beautiful woman who makes me feel young again but her soft hands just bruised my handsome face." Fairuz stood in front of Safira.

"My advice is better not to bother him again, do not make him forced to swing the fist again to the face of the father, let alone make the woman do not respect the father anymore." Safira spoke without changing her gaze, not wanting to see Fairuz's face.

"Your advice is so bad Safira, I'd rather annoy her to upset her until she hands herself over to me. Or maybe he prefers a little violence. What do you think." Fairuz placed one of his hands on the wall of the elevator right next to Safira's head.

"If you still bother him what if he gets angry? Wouldn't you be bothered if your wife knows the behavior of her husband who is trusted to manage all assets owned by his wife. A woman is very scary if she is already angry you should also be careful to treat women."