The Beginning of a Dream

Still Angry

Sapphira's eyes closed after an unbalanced heat battle. Sapphira simply resigned herself to Reffan's treatment of him. Safira considers it a punishment for him.

Reffan was still beside his wife, watching the beautiful woman who had fallen asleep because of her actions. His mind was still floating feeling the pleasure of his wife's body, his hands were even still guerrilla above his wife's body. Down the blanket that covered the bodies of the two of them, Reffan smiled. Traces of his actions are clearly visible there, earlier he was not able to control himself when considering there are those who want his wife. His hands clenched again, Sapphira still remained closed even though Reffan's hands traced his body.

"You're so tired of it that you didn't wake up when I touched you earlier." Reffan smiled again at his wife's face.

Reffan is angry, but his anger describes his love for keeping his wife.

"Build Safira, it's late!" Reffan pulls his wife's nose but she just squirms and looks for a comfortable position to sleep in again.

Reffan smiled, his hands dancing on Sapphira's face getting down to her neck and down again. He stopped, looking at his wife's expression, his wife's face twitched in agitation. His hand went down again.

"It's your fault for not waking up!" His hand was squeezing his wife's

"Ohhh!" His wife immediately woke up, sat down and pulled the blanket and held it tightly.

Her pretty face panicked, her eyes twitching. It's so adorable with messy hair that's getting funnier. His body inched backwards until it almost stuck to the head of the bed. Her eyes began to dare to look at her husband.

Reffan wanted to laugh at his wife's reaction, as if he had raped her. His beloved body curled up even more as Reffan approached him. His hand stroked his wife's cheek gently.

"Because I was woken up not waking up, had to use that way to wake you up. It worked." Reffan said with a flat face. "Let's shower! It's going to magrib time."

Safira is still frozen.

"You want to be bathed?" Reffan grabbed the blanket that covered his wife's body. Safira.

"Yes mas. I shower!" Safira answered quickly. His feet immediately went down to the floor. But as soon as his foot stepped on the floor, his lower abdomen was like being squeezed.

"Why?" Reffan approached Sapphira's back. "Where is sick?" His hand touched the part of the body that Safira was holding.

"My stomach is mas, the bottom one." Safira answered slowly.

Reffan lifted Sapphira's body and put her to sleep again.

"I'll call the doctor." Reffan grabbed his phone.

"Not for mas. I'll just rest for a second. Take a shower first." Sapphira prevented it, Safira guessed it was just ordinary stomach cramps.

"After I take a shower if it still hurts, we'll call a doctor. Don't argue!" Reffan got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

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"How, still sick?" Reffan asked after coming out of the bathroom.

"It's good for you." Safira answered quickly. Reffan approached, reaching for his wife's body.

"Gosh, what do you want?" Safira was surprised to feel her body drift.

"Put you up." Reffan answered lightly without any load.

"I can shower myself. That's..." Safira had not finished his sentence. Her husband cut off.

"I'm still mad at you. Don't you dare argue with me."

Reffan helped Sapphira shower made his wife clumsy especially when she saw the results of her husband's actions almost all over her body.

"Why so tense, everything I've enjoyed." Reffan was just plain, trying to hold back because otherwise the next round will take place.

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The two of them waited for Isya's prayer time and then had dinner together in the room. Reffan said nothing but to tell Sapphira to eat. Safira also did not dare to start a conversation seeing her husband's cold face. Though without a word, Reffan took the side dish to the saffira plate.

"It's cu..." Safira immediately stopped talking when she saw Reffan's sharp gaze piercing through her net. He also let Reffan put any side dish on his plate and immediately spent.

Dinner in silence is just the sound of plates clashing with spoons and forks. Even Sapphira ate carefully fearing the sound of her spoon interfering.

"Rest.." Reffan Command.

Safira went straight to bed. She leaned her body on the head of the bed stealing the eyes of her husband who was in front of the table, either doing what Safira also did not dare to ask. Safira long sleepy too because his body also feels tired plus his stomach is still uncomfortable. Her husband was amazing when he was angry.

Sapphira's body sagged looking for the most comfortable place, her eyes closed, her breathing began to be regular, she fell asleep.

Reffan approaches the bed. He saw the tired face of the wife, after making sure his wife had fallen asleep Reffan away from walking to reach Safira's bag took his wife's mobile phone that had not been touched by his wife.

Reffan went back to his desk, sat down and started to open his wife's phone.

"There must be something I can find here." Said slowly.

Reffan opens the chat. The last few chats were opened. Bagas' name is right there. His eyes moved in unison with the movement of his hands.

"Even Bagas knew it. He even helped you. Did you tell Bagas but didn't tell me anything." Reffan squeezed the phone in his hand.

Reffan re-opens the last file. He found a voice recording file. Three voice recordings in the past week were sent to his own phone. Reffan took the headset so Safira wouldn't wake up. His hands began to touch the file which then played the voices of Fairuz and Safira.

The anger that had been rumbling in his chest came back again.

"Suckers! The insolent! How dare you speak to my wife like that." His hands are clenched. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands clenched until all three recordings were heard.

Reffan violently opened the headset and threw it at the table. He saw a bed that showed his wife's back.

"Why did you ask Bayu Safira for help, why did Bagas help you. Are you afraid of me? Or afraid I'm telling you to stop working." Reffan spoke softly with both hands still clenched.

His hand reached for his cell phone again. A message to his assistant.

The resignation of Safira

After sending a message he came to his wife who was still asleep. He got into bed and sat down next to his wife. His anger still filled his chest plus disappointment because his wife did not want to open to him.

He saw Safira's innocent face, his calm breathing. Sapphira moved, her hands looking for her husband. As soon as he reached Reffan's hand, Sapphira pulled and hugged him. It's comfortable sleeping. The anger that had dominated gradually subsided to see the comfort of her sleep Sapphira hugged her hand.

"You must be tired of that shitty Fairuz." He murmured in his heart. "It's quite Safira! I don't want him to see you again."

Reffan lay facing his wife, hugging her hand. But then it was no longer Sapphira's hand that was held, Reffan pulled his wife's body into his arms. His lips flashed a smile as his wife hid in his arms. He felt he needed his wife and it was a joy to him as a husband.

After this you must need me Safira, I am your husband I am all you need.