The Beginning of a Dream

Papa Rendra's House

A pillow drifted towards Reffan. Reffan swiftly caught and hugged him. Mama Raisa glared furiously at the words of her son who did not know the place. Sapphira's face was flushed even redder than the shrimp that was overheated because it was cooked. But the suspect who made Sapphira embarrassed and looked down in a smile even saw his favorite red face.

"To the room only yuk who let it be free from the floating pillow." Reffan whispered in his wife's ear.

The whisper can still be heard by papa Rendra and mama Raisa. Papa Rendra shook his head and mama Raisa threw another pillow at Reffan's back.

With Sapphira the cold attitude of Reffan evaporated, a trait known to many. Safira makes himself talkative and continues to be addicted to teasing his wife. The intoxicating opium, the voluptuous love that Reffan felt from the moment he first touched his wife.

Not getting a response from his wife who still looked down embarrassed, Reffanpun stood up and immediately lifted his wife's body.

"Mas... alight." Safira's shy stock seemed to run out because of her husband who was shameless even carrying his wife in front of his parents. "Yes..."

"What the hell, baby? Mama and papa were once young as well and may now even reminisce given their early marriage moments of being drunk in love."

Reffan's words made Mama Raisa wrong to throw a pillow again but no more pillows nearby. Papa Rendra smiled embracing Raisa's mother's shoulder.

"Your son pa.." Mama Raisa looked at Rendra's father who was hugging her shoulder.

"Let it be ma. Doesn't that make us happy. Don't mind those who are drunk in love. Mama is beside papa forever." papa Rendra does not want to lose to his son.

"Aishh.. What is this papa, why follow Reffan." mama Raisa pinched papa Rendra's waist plan.

Reffan laughed, Safira hid her smile staring at her husband's face.

"We're going to the room first, pa, ma." Papa Rendra nodded. Reffan stepped his foot into the room.

Carefully Reffan lowered Sapphira's body. Since Sapphira's pregnancy was known, Reffan treated Sapphira gently. He loved both Sapphira and the child who was still in Sapphira's body.

Their gazes met, the fluffy smiles of the two.

"Racid?" Reffan asked as his hand opened Safira's hijab slowly.

Safira blinked, her brain thought of the right answer because she was already suspicious of her husband's question.

Reffan smiled to take off Safira's outer clothes because Sapphira had already worn a nightgown inside.

"What do you think I want? I just want to scold you." Reffan smiled mischievously as if he knew what his wife was thinking.

"What the hell!" The normal face turned red again.

"Sleep!" Reffan told Sapphira to secure her sleeping position while her hands began to move massaging at Sapphira's feet.

"Mas must be tired, too. We sleep together." Sapphira pulled Reffan's arm to help her relax.

"Sleep I said, before I changed my mind." Reffan had made a voice he did not want to dispute.

Safira closed her eyes. Feel the pleasure of her husband's massage. His eyes that were already sleepy the more heavy it made him fall asleep quickly.

Actually Reffan also wanted to spend the night with his wife but when he saw the tired face of his wife did not have the heart to disturb the rest time Sapphira especially now there is a dear child in the womb of Sapphira. After all they did it last afternoon, so tonight Reffan just wants a little guerrilla in his wife's body. Sapphira had slept well, Reffan's hands were already getting upwards from his original position. The last hand framed his wife's face, kissed her face, then fell asleep next to his wife.

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The dark of the night begins to disappear changing warm rays that begin to appear to give light. A nice weekend, no different than a normal day. Even since morning blind, the streets have been busy with traffic. The difference is that the faces on it are more relaxed to enjoy the morning unlike ordinary days that are chased by work time.

For them the holidays are not always weekends, maybe even no holidays. Yet they keep smiling, hoping the Most Gracious judge every drop of sweat to be worth worshiping.

Papa Rendra's family has been out of the room even since the sunlight is still shy to appear. Currently they are in the park in the area of his home light exercise there.

Reffan, from that moment he forbade this and that Sapphira.

"Don't run Sapphira, your gestational age is still vulnerable!"

"What do you want, take my son jumping!"

"This is what's more, why bend the leg so, your stomach is depressed Sapphira!"

Finally Sapphira just a leisurely walk around the park with a breath that sounded to harbor resentment but brushed aside with happiness because it was all a form of attention Reffan.

Mama Raisa and papa Rendra just enjoy the funny scenery that does not happen every day at his house. They had imagined that there were grandchildren playing in the garden of their home. They smile with their own thoughts.

"Reffan Safira is here! We'll have breakfast first." Mama Raisa invites the child and the queen to have breakfast together in the park after a complete meal at the table.

Sapphira would get a sandwich for Reffan but his hand was pulled again.

"You sit sweet, I'll take it." Reffan said without looking at Sapphira's face, his hands deftly picked up various foods.

The suspicious Sapphira kept glancing at her husband alternately with the plate in front of her that was getting fuller.

"Yes..." Safira could not stand still.

"I'll kick the bribe out. Your portion of food should grow more dear. Our son will be bigger in your belly." Reffan smiled with a hand that was still picking up food.

"This is my portion of food and Reffan's mas is not my porch and my son." Sapphira was confused looking at her plate full of food.

Reffan glanced at mama Raisa, asking for a defense from her mother. Mama Raisa has been holding back laughter since.

"That's too much Fan, won't fit in Safira's stomach let alone early pregnancy her stomach is often uncomfortable." Mama Raisa smiled at her son's behavior.

"Is your stomach uncomfortable, dear?" Reffan asked his wife.

"Only sometimes feel nauseous at certain times mas. But it's not too distracting." Safira tells the truth that even her appetite tends to increase only occasionally feeling nauseous and dizzy.

"We ate a plate of both. Eat you a lot when I'm feeding you." Reffan put away his plate and then fed his wife no matter his parents who had been holding back laughter.

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Time goes fast, the morning changes by noon and now the afternoon is approaching to pick up the night. Safira and Reffan were already in Surabaya, both in rooms after cleaning themselves.

"Mas... " Safira approached Reffan who sat first on the sofa.

Safira took a deep breath as Reffan's face stared at her.

"I have to tell Reffan, I will also use the money he gave me this month." Safira steadied her heart to tell her husband.