The Beginning of a Dream

Baikans

"We're having breakfast downstairs after this." Reffan told Safira who was still cleaning up his prayer equipment.

"Yes, um." Answer Sapphira. "Mas, what today I bo...." Unfinished Sapphira said, Reffan was looking at him sharply.

Safira did not continue the question, he already knew what Reffan's answer was. Well, maybe today he'll get permission because actually his body is also not healthy.

Reffan was still in front of his laptop checking some files sent from Jakarta. Actually he had to go to Jakarta this weekend but his wife's problem is still being thought about. Reffan was obviously not willing if Fairuz saw Sapphira every day.

Safira sat on the sofa occasionally glancing at her husband. Reffan was still irritable talk to him it indicates Reffan is still angry, Safira confused himself what to do. Finally he picked up a book about his wedding that was deliberately left at the hotel to fill the time.

Safira focused on reading the book unaware that Reffan was already beside her. Reffan looked down to see the page his wife had read, his head above Sapphira's head.

"Read what chapter?"

Shocked Sapphira immediately closed her book and stood up, making her head hit her husband's chin.

"Auw.." The voices of the two are almost at the same time.

Reffan smiled as he looked at the chapter his wife read Communication is Important.

"Why closed?"

"No papa's mas." Safira was embarrassed. "Breakfast now?" Her netre glanced at her husband's face.

His wife's blushing face made Reffan anxious. Reffan pinched his wife's cheek but then the look on her face changed.

"You have a fever?" Reffan sounded panicked.

"Ehm. a little mas. No papa kok mas, it's just a bit of an angel."

"Have known about fever, why did you still want to ask permission to work?" Reffan looks upset now. Who'd you meet?"

"Why ask that anyway?" Safira looks sad.

"As long as you still can't open up with your husband. How can I guess the contents of your mind Safira."

"Yes..." Sapphira tearfully listened to her husband's words. Either she may be a sensitive one but her husband's words feel squeezing his heart.

"Rest. If you still have a fever, the doctor will be here. We'll have breakfast in the room."

"Yes..." Sapphira grabbed her husband's palm, clasping it in her chest. "Mas still angry?" Safira dared herself to look at her husband who was staring at her as well.

"How would you feel if I told another woman my problem and she helped me behind your back?" Reffan directed Sapphira right in front of him.

"Sorry mas. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Tell me what I have to do to keep you from getting mad at me." Safira looked back.

"If I asked you to stop working, would you be happy to do it?"

Sapphira looked at her husband again. "I'll do it mas but next month."

"Why wait until next month?"

"I don't feel good if I suddenly resign immediately."

Reffan breathes rough. There were still two weeks more Fairuz met Safira and that made him unwilling.

Reffan walked away from Sapphira. Sapphira realized her husband was still angry. He took a quick step after Reffan hugged him from behind.

"Sorry mas. I'm sorry."

"Can you see me in your position. Every day people who want you can see you, enjoy your face even bother you?"

"Just until early next month. I promise I'll do it right on the first date of next month."

Reffan flipped his body, facing his teary-eyed wife. "Can you open up to me from now on?"

Doubtful Safira answered her husband's question. He nodded slowly.

Reffan hugged his wife, he could not bear to see his wife crying especially his wife was feverish. His hand wiped the traces of his wife's tears.

"We had breakfast in the room, huh, your body has a fever?" Reffan asked again.

"Yes, um." Safira according.

Reffan contacted his employees, a few moments later his employees came to bring their breakfast menu. They had breakfast together, and Reffan took food for Sapphira and fed her. There was still residual disappointment in his heart but Reffan tried to end the anger on his wife.

Food for the two of them had already moved to the hull. Reffan invited Safira to sit on the bed.

"Share with me Safira, I also want to know what happened to you!"

Safira took a deep breath and then threw it away, gathering energy to start telling stories.

"Sir Fairuz is my new boss. The first time I knew something was wrong when he distinguished the cake for me, there was a heart-shaped chocolate cake in my cake box while for the others there was nothing. I was surprised but ignored him and didn't want to think about it."

Safira paused his sentence, now Reffan knows why Safira's attitude became strange when he saw a heart-shaped cake from him at that time.

Safira told me with occasional teardrops that quickly wiped away. Reffan's chest was burning again.

"Darling you prevented me from hitting him yesterday at the office, never again would you stop me from beating him if I met him instead of in your office." Reffan hugged his wife as he pleased.

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Safira just woke up. After telling her husband, she was asked to sleep by Reffan. Reffan wasn't in the room, Safira took his phone on the nightstand. Reffan put it on the nightstand so his wife could easily reach him.

"It's almost one o'clock."

The phone's vibrating, there's a videocall call from Ira. Safira immediately grabbed and put on her hijab.

Sapphira : Assalamu'alaikum

Ira : Wa'alaikumsalam. Fir, what are you sick with?

Sapphira : Fever is just a little. But now it's gone, just woke up.

Ira: Uh, because of my phone, you woke up. Sorry yes!

Safira: I didn't wake up before you called.

Bagas : Surely because of Viruz yes you are sick, you are tired.

Safira just smiled. Fairuz may have been the cause but Sapphira thought more of her husband being angry with her, her defence breaking down, her strength collapsing at the sight of her angry husband and ignoring him.

Bagas : We bring good news to you. Next week you don't have to look at his face.

Safira : What's next week?

Ira: The three of us have training in Jakarta. After this I sent a photo of his duty letter yes.

Safira smiles. Of course this is happy news.

Safira was surprised to find that Reffan was already beside her also looking at the screen of her phone. Just as Reffan opened the door, he heard a male voice, Reffan took a quick step but slowed down the sound of his steps.

Bagas : The show is Tuesday to Friday so we leave Monday afternoon how is Fir? Where are we gathering? See you at the airport how?

Sapphira : Yes sir easier so.

Bagas : Yes, we will be informed again, yes, we want to eat lunch first run out of rest time.

Sapphira : Ok. Makasi sir

Ira: We'll hang up. Assalamu'alaikum Fire.

Sapphira : Wa'alaikumsalam.

Safira put her phone back on the nightstand. She looked at her husband who was beside her.

"Who?"

"Ira and Mr. Bagas."

"What's wrong?"

"Next week there is training in Jakarta. Me, Ira and Mr. Bagas. Can mas?"

Reffan seemed to think. He is also happy that his wife is going to Jakarta because she also has to go back there soon.

"Can. But leave with me, tomorrow." Reffan said firmly

"But mas. Later can not be claimed ticket if..." Sapphira stopped talking because she got a sharp look at her husband. Ah, how could she forget, which husband thought about the ticket claim like her. "Yes, Sapphira went with Reffan."

"Sweet!" Reffan rubbed the top of his wife's head while sitting in front of his wife peeking her forehead. Then his hand opened his wife's veil and threw her away. Now the target is pink lips that always tease him. Sapphira's eyes closed. Reffan distanced his face after tasting his wife's lips. Safira opened her eyes again.

"You asking?" Reffan smiled ignorantly. "It's Sapphira's day, you're sick too. Patience is!" Reffan rubbed Sapphira's head. Then laughing, stood up leaving Sapphira whose face was reddened.

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While in his room. Fairuz kicked off his desk to receive a letter of duty to Sapphira, Ira and Bagas.

"Why so many have left. There are not enough two people. Bagas and Ira. Why is Safira coming too?" Fairuz's voice echoed in his room.

"Sorry sir, this has been determined from the center sir. The names of the participants are directly determined not us who determine." Quite surprised the Fairuz secretary found her boss crashing the table.

"Get out!" Jerky Fairuz.

The secretary turned around and immediately exited the room.

"Safira! You're really driving me crazy. I always want to see your face every day."