The Beginning of a Dream

Safira and Ira

"Mas want me to tell you about the training or something?" Sapphira's views began to investigate.

"Whatever happened to you today?" Reply Reffan firmly.

"My training is fine. I can follow him well. My pre-test and post-test results are good too." Safira spoke cheerfully.

"Is there anything else today?" Reffan looked at his wife

"Did you see me with Damar?" Sapphira

"You and Damar? You two together?" Reffan pretended to be surprised

Safira took a deep breath. She was sure her husband had seen her.

"So Mr. Damar came up to me at lunch. He asked me if I was happy." Safira spoke carefully.

"Damar Damn, he's still waiting for Sapphira." Reffan cursed in the heart.

"What do you answer?" Reffan asked because Sapphira stopped her story.

"Yes, I said happy. Why are you still asking?" Sapphira pouted then lay on her back to her husband.

Reffan smiles.

"Are you happy to marry me?" Reffan wanted to hear again Sapphira's answer which made his heart flower.

Safira was silent. His eyes pretended to be closed.

Reffan knew his wife was just pretending to be asleep, his wife must be embarrassed to say so. Reffan's hand grabbed his wife's body from the blanket unhindered, making Safira's body move in response.

"Repeat again, baby. Are you happy with me?" Reffan rubbed his wife's body gently making Sapphira curl over her body.

"Ow... maaasss!" Sapphira shouted as her husband's hand gnashed and did as he pleased.

"Say!"

"Yes, yes."

"Yes what?"

"Ah. auww.mr!"

"Say baby!"

"Yes, I'm happy with Reffan." Sapphira turned around and kissed her husband's lips briefly hoping that he would be satisfied and stop teasing her.

But it turned out wrong. Reffan is precisely in mode on ready to fight again.

"Mas, what do you want?" Sapphira began to fret when her husband was on top of her.

"I don't want you to lack a living, baby." Reffan's lips were already fused with Sapphira's. The second round has just begun.

.

"Each group of four people to make it easier to divide them per two lines. So an odd row can instantly flip his chair back." The speaker divides the presentation group.

Sapphira and Ira fretted about counting the lines she had already convinced. They expect to be miscalculating. Twice counting the results they still sat in the odd row. The two of them looked at each other with their minds, almost simultaneously turning their seats backwards.

"Yes we're a group." Bagas cheering. Damar smiled faintly looking at the faces of Safira and Ira alternately.

"After the afternoon break each group presented the results of their discussion. Ten minutes for the presentation, ten minutes for the question and answer. Please start." The speaker gives instructions.

"Just use my laptop." Safira set up his laptop then opened the power point.

The group discussion was pretty smooth. Safira only looked at the screen in front of her avoiding Damar's gaze. Ira tried to hold the swish in her chest to stay focused. Bagas is the most ordinary because he does not feel what his friends feel.

Damar stood up, "Let me see?" His right hand touched the keyboard. His left hand rested on the seat of Sapphira. Sapphira's body slightly moved away because it was uncomfortable. Even he could smell the scent of Damar perfume, Sapphira tried to hold her breath.

While Ira glanced at Damar whose gaze was divided into the screen and Safira's face.

"Sir Bagas want to see too?" Safira shifted and turned his laptop so Bagas could see as well. More precisely so that Damar immediately returned to his seat. "All in order that Mr. Bagas can also reread the results of the discussion." Safira smiles.

"Smart you're Safira." Bagas grabbing laptop.

Damar smiled cynically. Inevitably he had to go back to sit next to Bagas. Though he enjoyed being close to Safira, his chest rippled quickly, his feelings for Safira were still there.

"It's great. How's Mar?" Bagas asked Damar.

"That's enough! Fix it!" Damar said steady.

The four of them rest, pray and have lunch. Safira observed Ira who had been quieter than before.

The two of them had just finished the Dhuhur prayer.

"Rba..." Safira touches Ira's arm.

Ira.

"Are you okay?" Safira asked.

"If I hadn't fallen in love, it wouldn't have hurt this much. The pain came back when I saw his face. The words he once said to me revolved again in my head." Ira's eyes are glazed.

"Ssssttt. Don't tell Ra, don't pull any more painful memories." Safira said slowly.

"I'm a fool, why do I fall in love with someone who's obviously never seen me." Ira's head rested on Safira's arm.

"Enough Ira, stop saying that. You're special, and your soul mate can see it. Trust me, be patient God is preparing his coming for you." Ira hugged the shoulder of her best friend Ira.

Ira smiled, Safira can always calm her down. Peace was on Sapphira's side, and Ira had never heard Sapphira speak ill, mock or curse. Even Sapphira kept behind him as she was angry at him, because it was Damar who told her his feelings to Safira at Bromo back then. Ira still remembers it well, her best friend never left her.

Flashback.

"Go Safira, don't be around me. You're the only one Damar sees. You like Damar to like you." Ira shouted as Safira followed her.

"I don't have any feelings for him, Ra, nor do I return his feelings. I was just explaining that I couldn't accept his feelings. Trust me." Safira grabbed her best friend's cold hand, somewhere she had gloves.

Ira took off her gloves and pocketed them to warm her hands with the instant noodle cup she held but the glove fell off somewhere.

"Where's your glove?" Ira's looking for Ira's gloves patting Ira's pants pocket.

"Don't mind me. Go awayl. Don't come near me anymore." Ira brushed off Safira's hand.

Ira continued to walk up the bromo stairs alone, trailing far away from the group, Sapphira continued to be behind him. Though it was easy for Safira to step quickly up the stairs and immediately reach the top. He saw Ira who several times stopped because of fatigue and cold visible from his body that bent and several times swiping his palms.

Sapphira was already unable to contain herself, she accelerated her pace so that she was next to Ira.

"Be angry with me as you please, but put this on." Sapphira draped her scarf then took off her gloves and immediately put it on her best friend.

"Firs. How about you" Ira's body trembled.

"I can hold it." Safira clasped the hands of her hypothermic best friend walking ever closer to the summit.

Damar who had been at the top of Bromo since then noticed Safira and Ira. He smiled cynically at Sapphira's sacrifice to Ira.

"This must be because you're Ira, Sapphira won't give me a chance to keep your feelings."

Not far from where Damar was standing. Raffi smiled at the beautiful and kind-hearted angel. He steals photos of Safira many times more. Even though at sunrise earlier he had several times photographed it without Safira's knowledge. The angel at the top of Bromo.

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