The Beginning of a Dream

Not because He's the One who kicked me out

"Bag.." Sapphira approached her husband who was sitting on the sofa. His view encapsulates his surroundings. This is a special room like the one in Surabaya. One question came to his mind "Is this also the hotel owned by Reffan?" But the question was still kept in his mind.

"How are you happy today?" Reffan got up close to his wife who was walking towards him. His hand was immediately welcomed by his wife.

"Yes, it's cool. Safira met Safira's friends from all over Indonesia." Sapphira's face was very cheerful to tell it.

"Male or female friends?" Reffan Search.

"Everything." Safira glanced at her husband. "There are men and women."

Reffan took a deep breath.

"I took a shower first. Daritadi wants to take a shower." Safira took off her hijab.

Reffan's face immediately heard it. "Hurry shower!" His hand grabbed the large paper bag on the table. "This is your nightgown, new and washed." Reffan smiled very sweetly but that smile made suspicious.

Safira received a paper bag from her husband then without asking directly into the bathroom.

Thirty minutes Sapphira was in the bathroom but had not come out yet. There was no sound of water. Reffan who felt Safira for too long in the bathroom immediately stood up and stepped into the bathroom. Reffan directly shifts the door that blocks the bathroom area.

Sapphira was surprised and immediately put the objects in her hand again. He is still wearing a kimono.

"Why not wear clothes?" Reffan approached standing behind his wife sipping a fresh scent making his lips unable to smell his now pouting wife's neck.

"Why are these things?" Safira was still pouting.

"This how?" Reffan pretended to seriously look into the paper bag.

"Mas intentionally right? that's why I can't bring a nightgown, the only nightgown I've worn in my mom's house." Safira glanced at her husband annoyed.

Reffan smiled taking the paper bag then pulled Safira's hand out of the bathroom.

After arriving in front of the bed, Reffan took out the entire contents of the paper bag. He lined up in bed. There are ten dresses of various models and colors and all of them are mini plus almost transparent. Safira's face immediately heated up looking at him.

"Pick the one you want to wear." Reffan's Order.

Safira had already felt the dresses, feeling very smooth in her hands. But when she took it she hesitated to wear it.

"I'm the one who chooses!" Reffan approached the line of clothes that only his wife saw, his wife's face had already blushed to his ears.

Reffan picked up a dark pink dress. The dress is not transparent just almost, the fabric falls off and will definitely expose the curves of the body if worn.

"Wear it!" Reffan drew closer to Sapphira.

Sapphira glanced at her husband, her face was still red, her body was still sculpting. "How could her husband buy her these ten sexy clothes. Did her husband buy and choose for himself?" His mind began to ask.

"Mas, buy this all by yourself?" Safira glanced sharply at her husband.

"Yes buy it yourself, cook someone else who buys it." Refan smiled in response to his wife's question.

"Asik dong see the model photo with this shirt." Safira still glanced at her husband sharply.

Refan smiled, his face closing in on his wife's face, "Didn't I just call his store to send you ten of the latest and best, I haven't seen his dress model. So you're the model." His hand quickly pulled the rope of the kimono towel.

Safira was ashamed of herself by her question, she cupped her palm onto her face. Her embarrassment multiplied as Reffan helped her put on her choice of dress, twirled her body, grabbed her waist, led her to dance. Next do not ask again let Sapphira and Reffan enjoy the warmth together.

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"Let's go fast!" Sapphira stepped closer to Reffan helping him button his shirt.

"Why hurry, baby. It was still quite time for you to be a model of one more shirt." Reffan smiles seductively.

Safira glanced at her sharply then pinched her husband's arm. Reffan laughed happily.

"Let's eat our breakfast. It would be crowded if Safira's friends had gone down to breakfast."

"Why indeed?"

"It's not good."

"Nice why? I'm not your husband, your dark lover."

"Mas ih's. What the hell is that."

"Ge er - uh." Safira smiled at her husband's confession. "Udah ah, come on." Safira pulled her husband's arm out of the room.

Restaurant is still empty. They were both the first to enter. The employee who was there lowered his head when he saw Reffan.

"Good morning, Mr. Reffan, Ms. Reffan." Greet them while bowing their heads.

Reffan just nodded.

"Good morning." Safira answered with a friendly smile.

"Don't smile at other men."

"It's just to return their greetings." Safira defended herself.

"Answer doesn't have to smile."

"Well, does this hotel belong to you?"

Now Reffan smiled, "Smart girl." His hand rubbed his wife's head.

Safira looked at him in disbelief. Reffan pulled him and pressed his wife's shoulder to sit on the chair he had pulled.

"Wouldn't you like some breakfast, Miss Reffan?" His hand gently stroked the cheek of the wife who was still silent.

Safira blinked, looking at the man in front of her. He himself did not know what the man in front of him had. "Can I stand with you." His heart was a little worried.

Reffan stood up taking the fruit salad put in front of his wife.

"You're bribed, baby?"

"So, I'm ashamed of anyone." Safira immediately grabbed the spoon in front of him.

Reffan stood up to take food for himself.

"You want something?" Reffane asked again

"I'll take it myself." Safira finished his fruit salad then stood up taking some food in small portions. If her husband took her, there would be so much that her husband took for her.

Reffan let his wife take it as she wished because they were in a public place otherwise she would definitely bribe him until the food he chose ran out.

Some people started to enter the restaurant. Safira sped up his meal before more and more came.

"The mass is finished yet? Let's go out yuk!" Take Safira.

"Why the rush, baby?" Reffan put down the glass whose contents had just entered his stomach.

"Was not working? I am Ira ya mas. It's a pity."

"It's sad to have my wife kicked out." Reffan pretends to be sad.

"Mas yes."

Reffan smiled, standing up. Sapphira stood up to take her husband out of the restaurant.

Two men were seen just entering the restaurant. Reffan stared fixedly at the two men who alternately looked at himself and Sapphira. He remembered Bagas, Bagas smiled kindly. And next to him, Reffan was sure to have seen the man. His mind flew straight to Yogyakarta. "The man is here. I forgot his name."

"Fir, with your husband?" Bagas greeted first and smiled at Reffan.

"Yes sir."

"Me and Damar first. Have breakfast." Bagas smiled. Damar was silent.

"Damn, her husband looks so classy." Brought Damar in the heart.

"Ah, his name is Damar." Reffan said in his heart.

After Bagas and Damar passed. Reffan whispered in Sapphira's ear.

"Why didn't you tell me there was Damar, wasn't it because you kicked me out?"