The Beginning of a Dream

Unexpected Event

"Safira!" Bagas and Ira were shocked at the same time

"Halalin just held it!" Safira glanced towards Bagas.

Ira. While Bagas cangar-cengar.

"It's not Fir's intentional." Bagas defended himself.

"Where is it accidentally but for a long time!"

"Darling..." Reffan was beside Sapphira who was still looking at Bagas with contempt.

"Eh there's her husband Sapphira." Bagas immediately switched the topic of conversation. "Pave it here!" Bagas stood up to welcome Reffan pretending not to see Sapphira

Reffan was still standing while Sapphira was directly sitting next to Ira.

"You two now?" Safira was confused in composing her own sentence.

"No, really!" Ira shook her head while Bagas just smiled stealing glances at Ira.

Safira smiled looking at her best friend in turn.

"Yes also not papa, immediately married also not papa kok." Safira hugged Ira's shoulder.

Now Reffan was sitting next to Bagas just focused on looking at his wife's face.

"Where are you? You're not papa?" Bagas turned to ask Safira.

"Father, I'm fine." Safira answered quickly glancing towards her husband who was still focusing on looking at her.

"Then why did you pass out Fir twice?" Now replace Ira who asked.

Safira just smiled meaningfully.

When Reffan chose food, Sapphira went around his eyes looking for a seat. He did not expect to meet Bagas and Ira even their two hands together. Sapphira went straight to her best friend and left Reffan for granted.

The food that Reffan had ordered had already come. Two servings of adult udon and one serving of children with a meatball shaped panda doll. Safira.

"How much is that? Who's this for?" Safira stared at the three bowls of wonder.

The waiter brought back two tempura dishes and two drinks.

"Who is this for?" Safira again asked Reffan whose hand was busy arranging the menu in front of him. Two udon bowls are in front of Sapphira.

"For my son, you spend it!" Reffan answered.

"Eh..." Bagas smiled almost laughing but held him back.

"Fir, you're pregnant." Ira's voice was shocked as the resto stared at them.

Shame. Safira's face immediately flushed red.

"Sstt.. Don't be so hard Ra, ashamed to look at people."

"Congratulations Fir." Bagas congratulated him with a smile.

"Congratulations, yeah.." Ira hugged her best friend.

"Makassi. But it doesn't need to be announced in the office." Safira smiled looking at her best friend in turn.

Reffan who was smiling saw Safira's friend who was also happy to hear Safira's pregnancy suddenly cold-faced, he remembered Fairuz.

"Would Sapphira be depressed if I told her to stop suddenly." Inner Reffan churned. On one hand he wanted his wife to resign with pleasure but on the other hand he did not want anyone to disturb Safira in his office.

"Well if that's what you want. We're not gonna talk about your pregnancy. But we'll both keep you in the office." Bagas chimed in on Safira's request.

Reffan looked in wonder at Bagas. Bagas was able to move on from Safira that quickly. But seeing his expression since then Bagas seemed to enjoy the existence of Safira and himself. Chat from Bagas also shows that he even helped Sapphira and considers Sapphira adeknya now. Hopefully it is true, Reffan hopes in his heart.

Now Reffan is refocusing his net on Safira in front of him.

"Eat, baby, get cold." Reffan slightly pushed two bowls in front of Sapphira.

"My mother won't run out." Sapphira stared at the two bowls before her in turn.

"I'll kick a bribe if it doesn't end. It's over." Reffan calmly clamped the food in front of him with chopsticks and then inserted it into his oral cavity.

Ira and Bagas looked down while smiling to themselves. Bagas grabbed his phone typing something there for the person across the table.

B: Hurry up so we don't interfere with Safira's show and her husband's bribes.

Ira grabbed the phone in her vibrating bag

Ira hastened her eating. While Bagas just enjoy the remaining sauce and finish the drink.

"Our first sir yes, and Safira's husband..." Bagas looked puzzled looking at the cold man next to him.

"Reffan just call Reffan." Reffan put the glass back in his hand.

"Safira and our Reffan first." Bagas looks a bit stiff saying the name of Safira's husband. But because it was allowed finally he was reckless to also immediately mention the name.

"Fir, Mr. Reffan we're ahead." Ira was saying goodbye.

Reffan just nodded.

"Where are you going?" Safira looked at her best friend in turn.

"Walk around Jakarta." Bagas who answered.

"Be careful." Sapphira's eyes glanced sharply at Bagas emitting a sword lightning ready to strike.

Bagas nyengir know the meaning of Safira's sharp gaze that wants to say. "Take care of my best friend! Don't steal the chance!" That's how Bagas translated Sapphira's glance.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Ira smiled then waved her hand at Safira

"Wa'alaikum..." Safira and Reffan answered simultaneously.

Now there are only Sapphira and Reffan circling the table. Reffan clamped the bear-shaped meatballs directing it into Sapphira's mouth.

Safira immediately opened her mouth and chewed on the children's menu ordered for her.

Reffan smiled at Safira who kept looking at him.

"This is for my son. You don't ge-er!"

"But his son wasn't born yet, it's mostly for me." Safira did not accept.

"Your portion will increase because now you also bring my son." Reffan fed Sapphira again.

Sapphira could only resignedly take a bribe from her husband but it was undeniable that eating from the hands of her husband made her want again and again. I don't know or maybe now the more and more portions of his food that were clearly two bowls in front of him were almost exhausted.

"Where else are you going?" Reffan asked after successfully making Safira spend the menu he ordered. Actually, he also helped Sapphira to finish the food because of the sight of Safira which began to satiate.

"We are looking for a mosque. Is the Istiqlal Mosque far away?"

"Especially not. No papa if we want to go there we will go there. You didn't buy anything?"

Safira smiles. "Yes. I just wanted to take a walk. Later, if my stomach looks big, we buy clothes."

Reffan smiled at Sapphira with his big belly. His wife's hand.

"Tell me whatever it is, don't keep anything yourself. Whatever you feel tell me. Make me a happy husband because I feel needed by my wife." Reffan said it while holding his wife's hand.

Netra Safira glazed over to hear it but her lips smiled happily.

"True my husband's happiness at feeling needed by me. All this time I was afraid to bother him and worried about his family's view of me." Safira struggled with her own thoughts but her brain told her head to nod at the person in front of her.

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Duuarrr

Safira and Reffan's feet just touched the escalator stairs that were moving down.

"Retid. There's smoke." People are screaming hysterically.

The escalator stairs next to it that moved up made the people above it turn their steps and run opposite to the direction of the escalator.

Reffan hugged Safira as people impatiently stepped faster down the escalator stairs.

Sapphira's view captures a woman who has difficulty holding a child with one hand while the other hand holds her child. The woman was on the opposite escalator. People walking in the opposite direction of the escalator made the body of the little boy who was only about five years old was swayed and pushed. The girl cried looking at her hands that were detached from her mother's grasp. People are busy with themselves and some even have time to direct their hands up to hold the phone recording the panic of the situation.

"Mas.. " Safira focused her gaze on the girl who was no longer standing.

"Focus Safira look at the street in front of you!" Reffan warned Sapphira.

Safira pulled the side of her hijab tucked into the other side covering part of her face. Only his eyes are visible now. She firmly brushed off the hand of Reffan who was holding her.

The quick movement resting on the hands made his feet pass through the escalator guardrail.

"Stop all of you!" Safira's voice boomed loudly seizing the panicked views of the surrounding people, their steps instantly halted for a moment.