The Beginning of a Dream

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At papa Rendra's house. The morning feels very beautiful, usually there is only papa Rendra and mama Raisa who welcome the morning and sit together at the table enjoying breakfast. But this Sunday morning feels different, the morning comes more special, the house feels more colorful even though they are still in their respective rooms.

The morning sun began to warm up, the park is usually only visited by birds and butterflies, this morning there is a pair of humans who are running around small enjoying the flowers are blooming.

"Mas, take a look." Safira pointed to a pair of butterflies that were chasing each other in circles getting higher and higher.

"They must be jealous to see us, so be it." Reffan.

Safira glanced, then smiled.

"You want a chase too?" Reffan glanced at Safira.

"What?" Sapphira is confused

Reffan's index finger had landed on Sapphira's waist, then followed by another finger dancing agilely at the waist of the wife.

"Dude, auw. mas...." Safira avoided wanting to tickle her husband back but his hand was instead held by her husband with one hand, and the free hand still moved around his wife's waist.

Sapphira tried to escape from her husband's grasp and then ran away but Reffan continued to chase after him and aimed for his wife's slender waist. They laugh while running, one runs away and the other continues to target.

Sapphira sat in the grass tired of laughing, sweat began to be seen on her forehead.

"It's enough, it's enough." Sapphira raised her hand to surrender. "I'm tired of laughing."

Reffan sat crashing his wife's body, dropping his head on his wife's shoulder inhaling his favorite fragrance.

"I'll get you a drink." Reffan rose from his perilous seat with no distance from his wife.

"I am a mas!" Sapphira was about to get up but her shoulder was held by Reffan.

"Sit down first. I'm the one who took it. Wait here yeah!"

His wife had no choice but to nod.

Reffan enters the house to meet with Raisa's mother who just came out of the room.

"Where's Reffan Safira?" Raisa's mom asked her son.

"Still in the garden ma, this is just Reffan want to take a drink."

"Here!" Mama Raisa speaking in whispers

"What's the matter ma?" Reffan approached his mother

"Safira has come this month not yet?" Mama Raisa asked still whispering.

"Where did Reffan know ma. Women's business is why ask Reffan anyway ma?" Reffan spoke rather loudly.

"Hush, yes if you can't get anywhere near Sapphira means she's coming by the moon again." Mama Raisa pinches Reffan's waist.

Reffan began to think what his mother meant, smiling. "Yet ma, Reffan safely continue nyenggol Safira. Just..." Reffan seemed to think, "After Safira's reception came the month."

Mama Raisa laughed at Reffan's reply. "So you fasted the first night?"

Reffan glanced at his mama irritated.

"It's been a month and means yes, there's a possibility." Mom smiled.

"What ma?" Reffan curious.

"But you don't ask Safira just yet. Pregnancy for women is sensitive." Mama Raisa spoke seriously.

"You mean the possibility of Safira getting pregnant?" Reffan was enthusiastic.

Mama Raisa nodded. "Hopefully dear, my mother also really wants nimang grandchildren."

"Aamiin.." Reffan rubbed his face with both palms. If his wife is pregnant, of course, he is the happiest.

"Yes, Sapphira must have been waiting for you in front." Mama Raisa pats Reffan on the back.

Reffan immediately stepped towards the door.

"Where to drink? Didn't you just grab a drink?" Mama Raisa half yelled.

Reffan immediately stopped his steps and turned back. Mama Raisa laughed at her son's behavior.

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Reffan had walked out, in his hands were two glasses of mineral water.

"Astaghfirullah." Reffan jumped and accelerated his steps when he saw Safira push up then changed position will sit up.

"Safira Stop! What the fuck are you!" Reffan immediately put the drink on the garden chair.

Safira stopped immediately. Wonder. Her net was focused on her husband's face looking panicked.

"Why do you push up and sit up anyway." Reffan pulled Sapphira's arm to stand up and led her to a park bench to sit down. His mind was imagining there was a baby in Safira's stomach that was depressed when Safira push up whatever sit up.

"I'm used to it." Sapphira still did not understand the reason Reffan forbade her.

"Now can't anymore." Reffan held her tongue so as not to be confused to remember the words of her mother if pregnancy is a sensitive thing for women so she decided to hold it until there were signs that her mother's allegations were true.

"Why?" Safira was confused.

"Just can't. If I told you not to take dong." Reffan was still confused thinking about the reason.

Safira was speechless, clearly visible from her face dissatisfied with her husband's answer.

"Drink first, baby!" Reffan thrust a glass into the front of Sapphira's face. Safira. Reffan's hands gently wiped the sweat over his wife's eyebrows.

"Push up is my job. I'll push up on you." Reffan whispered in Sapphira's ear.

Sapphira who was drinking immediately stopped, almost choking her husband's words. A red gush had already appeared on both of his cheeks.

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Sapphira had taken a bath while waiting for her husband who was still in the bathroom. Now Safira is in front of the mirror applying thin makeup on her face. Then put on the hijab and tidied it up.

Reffan came out of the bathroom observing his wife who was getting more beautiful and tidy.

"Where are you going today?" Tanya Reffan stood behind his wife.

"Ehm... What if you're at home?" Safira turned to her husband.

Reffan's forehead is wrinkled. "Don't want to go for a walk?"

"I rarely see my mom. Mumpung here want the same mama oruuu...." Safira hung up the answer.

"Take mom and dad." Reffan replied quickly with a smile.

"Why do you know what I want to say?" Sapphira got up and turned to face her husband.

"Know dong. It's called SU-A-MI." Reffan boasted of himself smiling proudly.

Safira was very happy. He hugged his body in front of him.

"What do you ask for in a hug?" Reffan seduces his wife.

Safira immediately took off her embrace. "Get a hug."

Replace Reffan who hugged him long ago. He was grateful that his wife loved his mother and wanted to spend time with his family.

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The four of them, papa Rendra, mama Raisa, Reffan and Safira, decided to take a walk to the tea plantation and stay there because it had not been a vacation for a long time. Only last night, tomorrow morning they had planned to return because on Tuesday Safira had been training, Reffanpun also worked.

A short vacation, inhaling the fresh aroma of the mountains that are not found in Jakarta, go hand in hand while chatting lightly warms and strengthens family bonds. It doesn't matter where the holidays are because what's more important is who we're there with.

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In the morning Safira was at the hotel. Safira escorted by Reffan only carrying a training equipment bag, his suitcase will be brought later to the room. Although confused, Sapphira only agreed to her husband's word. Safira gets off in front of the lobby, Bagas and Ira pick him up in the lobby after Safira sends a message to Ira.

"Ir, Mr. Bagas sorry. I'm leaving first." Safira feels bad for leaving Ira and Bagas.

"Papa we know. My husband wants to get on a plane with his wife. Worry we're disturbing." Ira spoke with a smile. Bagaspun smile.

Safira pinches Ira's arm slowly.

"Come on up!" Bagas invited two cool women to chat themselves.

The three of them went up to the elevator together. Then directly into the meeting room where the training was held.

There have been many trainees from all over Indonesia. A loud voice began to sound.

"Safira, how are you, just showed up?" His friends at the time of the reception of employees approached alternately pasting each other's cheeks.

"Yes. Fine." Safira smiled sweetly at her female friends. Light talk fills the time. Safira is always friendly to female friends making her friend always comfortable nearby.

Ira pulled him to sit next to her. Bagas sat behind him and a man was seen approaching Bagas.

"Hey." Typical greeting of men as usual.

Ira clumsily looked at the man next to Bagas.

"How are you?" The man greeted Ira and Safira.

"Alhamdulillah we are good Mr. Damar." Safira replied firmly representing his friend who was shocked to be speechless.