The Beginning of a Dream

Anger

Safira hit the man in front of her so as not to get out of the elevator. Safira's right hand pressed the button for the elevator to close and immediately went down again.

"What are you doing Safira?" Reffan was about to push the button but was blocked by Safira.

"I didn't come here to see you." Reffan released Sapphira's embrace from his body.

"Yes..." Safira's face was immediately clouded

"I'm here to teach you the lesson of the jerk who wants my wife." Reffan spoke with a sharp look to his wife's netra.

Appropriately. The guess that didn't miss. When Sapphira saw Reffan in the elevator she had already thought about it, Reffan would have known. Sapphira's beautiful eyes heat up, her lashes flickering trying to hold the fluid that urges out of the corner of her net. He remembered this was still in the office elevator, what would happen if anyone saw them. But there's no other way.

Her body was rumbling beside her husband who was standing straight. The palm of her husband with both hands.

"I beg you mas. Don't do! I'm so embarrassed if everyone knows that guy wants me." Call clear liquid dripping without wanting to be driven again.

Reffan was astonished, his wife squirming and crying. Reffan had not thought of this at all before. Wife's feelings.

"What are you doing Sapphira? Wake up!"

Safira.

"I felt despicable when the man wanted me, if everyone knew, I could no longer see their faces." Sapphira kept holding her husband's hand.

"Wake Safira! Should I just shut up, see how he's doing to you! Wake up!" Reffan pulled Sapphira's arm roughly to make Sapphira stand up.

"He wants you, it's the same he's been trampling on my pride." Reffan had not yet removed the grip on Safira's arm.

"Yes..." Sapphira shrieked at the flames of anger in her husband's eyes.

"My anger is at the end of my hand Safira, I have to vent at that jerk."

"Express me mas. Just expose me. Please don't make everyone know." Safira clasped her husband's fingers and kissed him.

The elevator opens, featuring Bayu with her anxious face. Earlier he was forbidden by Reffan to go upstairs, it makes him anxious and feel useless can only pacing in front of the elevator.

Sapphira quickly turned her back on Bayu and wiped away the tears that were still on her cheeks. Reffan pulled him out.

"Give me your car keys!" Reffan opened his palm.

Safira hurriedly took it from inside the bag and handed it to her husband.

"Sorry mom, I'm slipping." Bayu spoke while bowing his body.

Safira just nodded.

"You dare speak to my wife." Reffan looks emotional again and then throws Safira's car keys about Bayu's shoulder.

"Sorry sir!" Bayu wavered at the voice of his boss who was angry, his hands were busy catching the key so as not to fall.

Reffan again drew Sapphira's hand, forcing her to follow his wide steps. Reffan opens the car door for Safira to push him in and slams the door, which leaves Safira shocked.

"Mas.." doubtful Sapphira called her husband.

Reffan was silent and did not answer.

"Yes..." Sapphira called him again.

"What's? do you remember your husband? Why don't you just talk to Bayu like you're asking him to."

"Mas, can you stop for a while if there is a mosque. I haven't prayed Ashar." Safira spoke slowly while looking at her husband's face.

"Damn, it turns out just want to find a mosque. I thought he'd seduce me and apologize." Reffan cursed in the heart. Even so, he kept his car down when he saw the mosque from afar, pulled over and parked the car in the mosque yard.

"I prayed first." Sapphira spoke in a quiet voice, worried to see the face of Reffan, who was still ready to swallow people. But Reffan's ears caught the sound of Sapphira so melodious and mendayu made his heart hot as if watered by drizzling rain.

"Hmmm.." Cool Reffan replied. He also came down following the steps of Sapphira into the mosque to pray Ashar as well.

Safira immediately approached her husband who was waiting at the portico of the mosque. She was worried that her husband would wait too long.

Upon seeing his wife Reffan immediately stood up and stepped towards the car, leaving Safira to walk behind him.

His emotions had indeed evaporated a lot during the prayer but his disappointment in Safira still felt squeezing his heart.

No conversation on the way home. Time was thrilling for Safira. After arriving at the hotel lobby, Reffan still remained silent and walked leaving Sapphira behind. The astonished employee can only stare at the question mark without daring to ask or chat with his friend about what he saw.

In the elevator, Sapphira turned to her husband's cold face and looked down again.

"I'm sorry!" sapira spoke slowly but Reffan heard it clearly.

Reffan did not answer, making Sapphira lost the courage to just look at her husband's face again. Safira kept her head down even as she followed her husband's steps into the room, she had not dared to straighten her head.

Sapphira was still standing not far from where her husband had closed the door.

Braaakk! Safira was surprised but did not dare to turn to Reffan who slammed the door and installed a door guard quickly.

Reffan pulled his wife's arm and cornered Sapphira's body against the wall. Reffan pulled Sapphira's chin, making the face that had looked down was forced to look at him.

Reffan pulled out his wife's hijab but apparently his wife still wears a smaller sized headscarf as the inside of the hijab. Drawn mini hijab with a rough, beautiful face look intact that displays charm unbeatable, her ears are engraved beautifully with small earrings accessories that sparkle, her black hair is partially decomposed covering her face and ears.

Reffan's breath was already hunting while removing his wife's hijab. His lust and anger seemed to become one.

Threw his wife's waist, pulled her to follow where her body was. Sapphira's shirt was pulled rough, making her buttons fall to the floor. Sapphira was surprised, her eyes following the buttons rolling away but she did not dare to protest or move. The shirt had fallen on the floor and Reffan was kicked further away, but Safira was still wearing a white short shirt thick enough inside her shirt. Reffan's forehead frowned. At his releting of his wife's skirt, he made the skirt decay itself to the floor. Safira still wears black trousers from a t-shirt. Yes, he remembered Safira always used it if it came out.

Reffan retreated with eyes that could not be separated staring at his wife from head to toe. His wife always uses a catch while working it makes her body shape is very disguised let alone a shirt and skirt that does not form her body at all.

Fairuz was a brash delay, he could have wanted a woman who always tried to take care of him. He opened his own shirt buttons while approaching Sapphira who looked wrong. Reffan pulls Safira's white shirt up to make her miss and then throws it somewhere.

The beautiful scenery in front of him had already set him on fire. His wife's trousers were also thrown very far away. Reffan retreated finishing taking off his shirt buttons, his net keeping watch over the clumsy Safira standing with just the last pair of defenses.

Reffan approached imagining Fairuz wanting his wife, angering him greatly. This beauty is only hers. Thrown shirt that has been separated from his body, grabbed the nape of Sapphira, devoured his favorite sweet lips. Her other hand grabbed her female body. His breathing grew increasingly hunting, his wife's body was carried on his shoulders and dropped violently on the bed. His hands roughly pulled the protective cloth that was blocking the unification. Safira was not aware of her shock, but Safira screamed. Reffan had already brusquely united their bodies. His passion and anger are united.