The Beginning of a Dream

Are You Happy?

The deg! Safira gasped at Reffan saying such a thing. Either he is sensitive but there is pain running through his heart.

"Mas, why say that?" Sapphira looked at the face of her husband who was looking at her as well.

"Why didn't you tell me there was Damar, he used to like you, right? Or maybe it's the same now?" Reffan pulled Sapphira's arm to take her to a deserted place.

"Do I have to tell you the names of the seven or six training men who came? Thirty-one men and forty-five women? Or do I need to take a picture of the list?" Sapphira looked at the netherworld of Reffan.

"May too!" Reffan smiles.

"The room or whoever is a male friend all I consider the same and my treatment of them is the same mas." Safira explained to Reffan.

Reffan kissed his wife's forehead gently.

"My anger is as great as my love and my love makes me jealous." Reffan stared fixedly at the netra his wife hugged her waist tightly forcing his wife's body to cling to him.

"Mas, not here! Someone will pass by." Safira began to worry that someone was watching, her husband did not also let go of his embrace.

"You're why the hell. This is your husband why are you afraid anyone will see?" Reffan looks upset.

"Although the husband and wife are also not good mas making out in public places. Shame if anyone sees it. Different again if in the room to do anything." Sapphira pulls Reffan's hand to release him.

Reffan immediately released the hand that wrapped around the waist of the wife. "Well, tonight, get ready. You yourself said it. Don't be late!" Reffan menoel Safira's nose then sauntered away leaving Sapphira who was still thinking.

"Is there a wrong word?" His heart is beating now.

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The training of the second day had already begun, their sitting position was the same as the time of the first day.

Ira looks more relaxed even though she is near Damar. It seemed like he had already managed to control his feelings while being near Damar. Does he still love Damar or try to get rid of Damar's name in his heart. Isn't loving just one-sided painful? Only he and his God know Ira's heart.

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As usual after the prayer they will go to the table that has served the lunch menu.

"Fir, I go to the toilet first. You eat first don't papa." Ira patted the shoulder of Safira who was taking the plate.

"Yes Ra. I'll sit there." Safira pointed to the row of seats that were still empty.

"OK!" Ira walked a little fast to the toilet.

"Are you happy Sapphira?" the voice of a man behind her who took the plate. His position was behind Sapphira. Without looking, Safira knew the owner of the voice.

Safira speeds up food. Doesn't want to answer questions he doesn't think are important. He did not want to provoke the sight of people looking towards the two of them because there were still many people who enjoyed his lunch.

Sapphira had finished taking food and was sitting in the seat next to her which was still empty waiting for Ira who would occupy the seat. But it turned out that Damar was still following him and immediately sat down next to him.

"Sorry sir, there are still many empty seats. Ira will be sitting here." Sapphira said without seeing Damar.

"Ira's not here yet, I just want to chat with you for a minute." Damar played the spoon in his hand.

"Sorry sir, but it's not nice to see. My dad or I moved?" Safira said politely.

"You avoiding me? I just want to know your answer? Are you happy Safira? Are you happy with your husband? Are you happy after not giving me the least chance?" Damar turned to Sapphira.

Safira.

"Sit Sapphira! I'm just asking so answer it or you want to hear my question out loud so everyone can hear it?" Damar stood up.

"Answer!"

"I'm happy sir." Safira replied firmly.

Damar smiled wryly.

"Excuse me sir, Ira will be here soon."

"What if Ira is here? Are you afraid Ira is mad at you like before? Why do you only care about Ira, never care about how I feel Safira." Damar's voice began to harden not as soft as it had been.

"As much as possible I will take care of the feelings of my best friend and I have tried to explain them to you. I apologized to you at the time for not being able to return your feelings. Please you understand. Excuse me." Sapphira stepped away from Damar just then Ira and Bagas who were both from the bathroom approached the table to pick up the dishes.

Safira looks for another place then waves at Ira who daze for her whereabouts.

On the other side of the wall was obstructed the decoration of vines a man clenched his hands.

"I want to lock you up Safira, only I can see you and be seen by you." He said with his hands still clenched.

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"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Safira went into the room her husband had prepared at the hotel where she was training. Safira's head was looking for her husband.

There's no answer. There was no sign of her husband. Safira continued to step up, researching the sofa, the desk, the bed and then she put her bag and walked towards the bathroom door while putting her ears on the possibility of her husband being there but there was no sound. She shifts the door.

Hap! His body was immediately pulled by Reffan whose body was still wet. Reffan immediately removed his wife's hijab.

"Mas wait.." Sapphira grabbed her husband's hand to stop his movement but was pushed aside by Reffan.

"I've been waiting for you to take a bath together. I've taken a shower but it's okay to take another shower with you." His hands nimble to take off his wife's clothes one by one.

"Maass...Aww." Sapphira wanted to rebel but her husband's hand squeezed the part of her body that seduced her husband.

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The night was not too late, two people were already under the covers hugging each other. Reffan was incessantly attacking his wife, since noon he wanted to lock her in his arms and he had to be patient waiting for Sapphira to enter his room.

"Congratulations?" Reffan gently rubbed Sapphira's black hair that still felt moist because Safira had not completely dried it, Reffan had dropped it on the bed.

"A little bit!" Sapphira flickered to expel the drowsiness that began to attack.

Reffan smiles. "It's so sleepy!"

Safira smiled at her husband's face.

"I want to hear your voice, baby. You don't want to tell me how it is today?"

Reffan rubbed his wife's back gently without a hitch.

Safira stared at her husband's nether.

"Tell me what happened today. Didn't you promise to open up to me?" Reffan pulled his body up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Safira began to think. Whether her husband saw the incident last afternoon or the feelings of her husband who wanted to know what had happened to her today.

Sapphira pulled her body to sit next to her husband by holding a blanket on his chest.