The Beginning of a Dream

Fainted again.

Safira started to fret after seeing the clock on her phone.

"Sorry yes I first because I will buy goods in the supermarket front." Damar first said goodbye to everything.

"alright. I can't take too long either, there's a wife who's pregnant." Hans smiled.

Damar left first.

"Tomorrow the show is over. Back to work." Ira pouted funny.

"I don't want to go back to Surabaya." Safira spoke up remembering what was waiting for her at work.

"It's definitely because of that bastard virus right?" Bagas reflex chiming.

Sapphira glared because there was Hans who now looked at the three of them alternately hinting at a request for explanation.

"What's the deck?" His net gaze stopped at Safira as Safira's face was most panicked.

"Grand dad bang. This is Mr. Bagas just speaking." Safira shies away from Hans' gaze.

"Well, if you don't want to tell. Which means you don't think I'm your brother." Hans was getting upset.

"Not so bang. It doesn't matter at all. After all, it's almost eight o'clock I have to come back, my husband must have been waiting for "Safira to start panicking when eight o'clock in the evening there are only six minutes left.

"Oh yes, Miss Hans is also waiting." Hans started to finish his drink. "Tomorrow your last day right, I'll be here after the training is over."

"Yes, we've all gone back." Ira said and prepared to leave the place as well.

"OKs. See you tomorrow bang. Thank you so much for the treat." Hans frowned at Bagas calling him bang too.

"May my bang be considered adek too?" Bagas' face pretended to be clear.

Everyone laughed, Hans patted Bagas on the shoulder they went down together in one lift. But out alternately, Safira came out first because of his uppermost room.

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20.01

"Am I late?" Safira asked inwardly, walking slowly into the room.

Reffan was sitting facing the laptop.

"Assalamu'alaikum mas." Sapphira approached her husband who did not look at her at all.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Reffan answered without looking.

"Buck...." Sapphira touched her husband's arm

There was no answer, Reffan was still focused on staring at his laptop.

"Yes..." Safira began to worry that her husband would not respond.

"Hmmm..."

"Mas I take a shower...."

"Hmmm..."

Safira stepped into the bathroom. Several times her head turned to her husband but the husband's netra did not even glance at her.

"Ah, Reffan must be angry." Inner Sapphira.

Safira quickly entered the bathroom thinking of ways to keep her husband from getting angry again. Fortunately, he prayed Isya' first after hearing the adhan in the mosque.

Twenty minutes passed, and Sapphira hesitated to meet her husband. She was embarrassed herself seeing her shadow wrapped in a thin nightgown that did not even serve as an outfit at all. His face was red, his hair was still damp. Debaran on his chest had been anchored irregularly since earlier.

The fresh aroma immediately filled the room as Safira's footsteps came out of the bathroom. The clear aroma pierced Reffan's sense of smell which made his body stiffen.

Sapphira walked slowly closer to her husband, making her husband's body more tense. Sapphira's hand grabbed Reffan's shoulder groped gently there.

"Mas.." Sapphira's voice was soft. "Mas angry at me?" Now his hand had descended upon Reffan's arm, causing Reffan to close his eyes.

"Get angry but don't care about me." Sapphira sulked, her hand almost touching Reffan's chest but Reffan's hand quickly blocked his wife's hand.

Reffan pulled Sapphira's hand, causing her to stagger into the lap of her husband. Reffan's hand grip is so strong on Safira's wrist channeling a racing beat between the two.

Reffan closed his laptop, his net was looking intently at his wife's net who was beginning to fret in the lap of the husband.

"You're getting good at teasing apparently." Reffan grinned which made Sapphira smile in fear. Reffan let go of his hand grip the favorite part of his wife's body.

"Ah, mas.. hurts." Sapphira screamed as Reffan's hand squeezed her body.

"Buck...." Sapphira's face was reddened and limp enjoying the hands of her husband who did not stop touching her body. Now that her neck had been targeted by her husband's lips made Sapphira restless and moving her body made Reffan could not stand the movement of his wife.

Reffan quickly carried Sapphira's body dropping her on the bed and directly overcame her.

"You started so I won't stop until you run out of voices to scream." Reffan spoke looking intently at the netra of his wife who was panting because of his actions like Reffan whose breath was hunting.

"Yes..." Sapphira's face was very sad let alone hear the words of her husband.

"How many minutes are you late?" Reffan spoke after biting his wife's ear.

"A minute mas." Safira replied with great difficulty as Reffan's hands continued to guerrillaize in his body.

"That's it one night you won't sleep."

Safira glared at her husband's words. His lips were open to protest but Reffan devoured his lips first. The punishment of Reffan continued. A punishment that is comforting and warming in a quiet and cold night.

Her eyes were almost closed due to her overwhelming fatigue facing her husband in bed.

Reffan was still on it had just sown a seed that I don't know how many times. Reffan still continues to fondle his wife's body does not let the wife rest for a moment.

"It looks like you're so happy at the rooftop with the guys that you've forgotten me." Reffan said as he continued down his wife's neck.

"I didn't forget the mas. I'm here as soon as I can. I'm only late for one minute, am I?" Sapphira tried to control herself who kept sighing because of her husband.

Reffan glared immediately, "Just a minute did you say? That means you're sixty seconds late, Sapphira. One minute is paid for with one night, so don't expect you to sleep tonight baby."

But the truth was that two minutes later Sapphira had fallen asleep and left Reffan alone.

Reffan collapsed beside Sapphira. His lips kissed the face of his wife who did not move at all, Reffan smiled to find the face of his wife who was exhausted by his actions. Reffan knew Sapphira was in the rooftop with his friends and his chest heated up to see Safira surrounded by men who had loved her. But convinced himself that his wife can keep herself and trust from him.

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The last day of training the designated participant must present his idea in front. All participants are ready if they have to move forward. Some people have already presented their opinions and must be ready with the questions of other participants.

The deg!

The name Safira is called. Safira was a regular presentation but I don't know, her heart was pounding at the moment.

Sapphira came forward to present her idea, quite clearly and firmly as usual even though her lips and throat felt dry. Other participants applauded as Safira ended her presentation. The only person who raises his hand is Damar.

"Thank you for the opportunity. I just wanted to take a little look at the review that Ms. Safira just presented...." Damar asked but was impressed.

Safira answered well. Damar's still chiming in.

"It should be that if you know this idea has a weakness, you don't have to present your idea." Damar continued to corner Safira. Bagas looked at Damar sharply.

"Every plan has weaknesses sir, only God's plan is perfect. But we are given the sense to formulate the possibility that will happen along with the solution." Sapphira held onto the table in front of her, cold sweat coming out from her pores.

A boisterous applause closed the presentation of Safira. Sapphira strengthened herself to reach her seat again even though her gaze had clouded.

"Your lips are pale." Ira grabbed her hand pulling Safira's arm to sit down.

Safira shook her head because she couldn't speak.

Damar looked at Sapphira and was surprised to see Safira's pale face as she walked.

"Your spirit is not papa?" Bagas began to worry, not before Sapphira had fainted as well.

"We're back last time, Fir." Ira touched Safira's cold palms.

Safira nodded, her eyes completely blurred now besides that her head felt heavy.

The training event was closed, the trainees took turns to leave the place. After Ira was deserted, she wanted to help Sapphira return to her room.

Sapphira stood up but she failed to support her body, her gaze darkened. Sapphira's body sat down again in a chair but was unconscious next to her best friend.

"O Allah is your Fire why?" Ira held onto Safira's body. Patting her cheeks Sapphira trying to wake up a beautiful woman who now face pale with eyes closed.

Bagas and Damar approached. Bagas arranged a row of chairs so that they could relax Safira's body. Slowly Ira sank Sapphira's body.

Ira and Bagas fared for a moment in confusion.

"I'm looking for eucalyptus oil." Ira said in panic. "I'll also call her husband." Ira took Safira's phone and opened it by attaching Safira's index finger.

"I'm going to find a warm sweet drink. I'll get some hot tea." Bagas nodded in confusion.

"I'm here to look after Safira."