The Beginning of a Dream

Meet Damar

Sapphira was normal with Damar in contrast to Ira. Maybe at this time Ira's heartbeat can also be felt by Safira who sits next to him. Safira stroked her best friend's hands gently making Ira turn her head and realized from her nano-nano feelings.

The first session of training was over, it was time to pray and eat. Safira and Ira went to the mosque first for Dhuhur prayers. It turned out that Bagas and Damar were behind them about to pray first.

"Are you happy Sapphira?" Damar's question right behind Sapphira in a whispering voice left him stunned and sculpted. But the question does not need an answer. Damar passed him and sat down to take off his shoes as if he had never said anything to Sapphira.

"Why Fir?" Ira asked who was putting her shoes on the shelf.

"No.. Yuk!" Sapphira also put down her shoes and then invited Ira to the ablution.

"Fir.." Ira's hand pulled the arm of Sapphira who had just removed her face.

"What's wrong?" Sapphira stopped going to fold her face.

"I have Mr. Damar." Ira whispered a little to her best friend.

"Still like it?" Safira smiled at Ira who was smiling shyly.

"Where dong, maybe not yes, Mr. Damar can there be a taste to me?" Ira seemed confused by her feelings.

"Don't expect humans for anything uncertain. Hope and believe in God. He knows best what is best for us. Trust me God will never disappoint us!" Safira cupped his best friend's hand, honestly Safira was afraid his best friend was sad and disappointed again like before.

Ira smiled, her feelings calmer now.

When the two of them came out of the mosque, it turned out that Bagas and Damar were sitting in their shoes. Sapphira and Irapun took the shoes and immediately put them on. Sapphira took her best friend's arm and went ahead of the men who were staring at them. Bagas smiled at the friendship of Ira and Sapphira, Damarpun smiled, cynical smile, "You prefer your friendship to mine Sapphira." There is a feeling of heartache that arises again considering the woman who once stirred up her feelings.

Five o'clock in the afternoon training the first day is over. Safira goes to Ira's room to pray magrib there, after which they will have dinner together.

Safira sent a message to her husband.

Mom, what room am I in?

The message was sent a second and then read

Ask the receptionist, ask Mr. Reffan's room, they'll drop you off.

"Will Reffan come here, too? But Reffan's telling me to the receptionist means the room is still empty. Ah, I want to stay in Ira's room." In the mind of Sapphira came many questions.

After the magrib prayer, Ira and Safira went out of the room to the restaurant downstairs. Ira had changed clothes more relaxed while Safira was still wearing her uniform because all her clothes were still in the suitcase that Reffan was not allowed to carry.

"Ra I'm sorry, you went to sleep alone. You're not papa in the room alone?" Safira feels guilty for her best friend.

"I've imagined it must be very exciting for us to be together. Well it's void!" Ira looked very disappointed. "Bag husband why the hell do not want to minjemin you to me first, indeed I will call you."

Safira spontaneously laughed, Ira finally laughed too.

"No Papa Fir, I understand. Your husband means you'll stay here too?" Ira asked curiously.

"Ehm possible. I don't know either." Safira seemed to think back.

"Eh, Ra you're here... Dude, we're just gonna join the two of them." Bagas immediately sat in front of Ira, Damar following sitting in front of Sapphira.

Talked a lot as usual. Ira looks clumsy, and Damar seems to respond to Bagas' chatter but his eyes know which way to look. Safira looked at her best friend Ira.

"How come you haven't changed Fir's clothes? Your husband hasn't been here." Bagas who had finished eating asked also out of curiosity.

"I'm checking this out." Safira spoke firmly as usual.

"Your husband picked you up or will stay here too?" It was unexpected that Damar dared to ask Safira.

Safira is confused as to what to answer, honestly she does not know if her husband will also come here.

"God stay here sir." Safira calmly answered.

"Well, I wanted to meet him. The man who got you." Damar spoke while looking at Sapphira making Bagas and Ira looking at him. Bagas with an astonished look and Ira with a disappointed look because it was clear the eyes of the man she liked were still attracted to the woman in front of him.

"Fir, I'm done going to the room." Ira said while looking down.

"I'm done too. Yuk! We go first, sir." Safira stood with his best friend's arm.

They both went back to Ira's room.

"He still likes you." Ira sat on the bed looking down without looking at Safira.

Safira walks towards her best friend. Safira shook her head.

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault. Even you clearly rejected it."

"Ra, I wouldn't say you had a chance."

Ira looked at Safira in wonder.

"But I want to say, God has prepared the best for you. Either he's Damar or he's not. Do not lock your feelings first, pray'alah ask to be close to the best. What we think is good is not necessarily good according to God and vice versa. Just prepare your heart to receive God's gift, don't hope in man." Safira's shady face calmed her down.

"It wasn't easy for Safira because I was in love with her. And I know it's not easy to turn your heart away from ever falling in love with you." Ira limply dropped her head on the shoulder of Safira who was already sitting next to her.

"God is the one who shakes the heart. You just need to trust and pray to him." Sapphira spoke softly.

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Two men were still sitting at home for a long time at the restaurant.

"Where have you been selling yet?"

"Haha. ngledek. You've done it yourself yet?"

"Newly able to move on. Rest first."

"Why did you break up?"

"No, I was married. What's broken up, close never."

"Cock samaan. The woman who ransacked my heart never even gave me a chance to get close to her. Suddenly I knew I was getting married."

"It hurts bro!" His friend patted him on the shoulder. "I felt really sick at first, too. But after I tried to be sincere and make friends with him my feelings were more relieved."

"Can that be?"

"Maybe, he's too good I don't deserve to hate him."

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In the second room, Ira and Safira chatted about women's affairs. But immediately Safira's face became panicked when she saw the time her phone showed. 19.42.

"Yes Allah. Ra, I'm going first." Safira immediately tidied up her clothes and hijab then quickly grabbed her bag.

"What's wrong? Your husband's here yet?" Ira's pupils followed Sapphira's movements, which paced back and forth to clean up his equipment.

"I'll go first. Assalamu'alaikum." Safira immediately walked towards the door not listening to Ira's question.

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"Sorry ma'am, what number is room in the name of Reffan Satriya Bagaskara?" With a breath of air Safira asked the receptionist.

"Mother Safira huh? Let's take my mom." A friendly smile always adorns the face of the woman asked by Safira.

"Thank you." Safira just followed the receptionist who drove her. When he entered the elevator, the woman's hand pressed the button with the highest number.

"Please Mrs Safira." The woman who escorted him gave him a card that served to access the room when they arrived at the door.

"Thank you." Safira smiled kindly.

The woman who drove him away. Safira immediately opened the door and entered into it.

"19.51. Smart girl!" The voice of someone he knew so well had already filled the room.

Safira gulped, her husband is really here.