The Beginning of a Dream

Last Week 2

Safira goes into a quiet hotel room as Reffan is still not back. Sapphira decided to clean up for a long time enjoying the warm water that touched her skin to drive away tired after a day of work. Now he sits leaning on the sofa comfortably while listening to murotal from his phone.

Since this afternoon his body felt weak, several times felt nauseous but not to vomit. Sapphira regulates its breathing to reduce nausea that suddenly appears. The comfortable atmosphere made his tired eyes closed lulled into dreamland.

Something landed on his face. The kisses of a man who was missed all day made his lips smile before opening his eyes.

"Mas is home? Sorry I overslept. Have you taken a shower too?" Sapphira woke up straightening her body.

Reffan smiled and still had time to kiss his wife's lips quickly.

"You tired? Magrib will soon be sleeping." Reffan peaked the top of his wife's head. "

"Yes, um." Sapphira dropped her body onto her husband's body, tightly hugging his body.

Reffan smiled back at Safira's embrace.

"Is today okay?" Reffan asked, still hugging his wife.

"Yes, everything is good." Safira answered quickly making Reffan smile in relief.

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A woman was still at the table checking the financial statements of her family's company. During this time her husband received the report and managed her finances. But this afternoon a confidant of his family called Audri saying that the company's finances were on the verge of dying.

"The money you asked for is too big, ma'am. Sorry if I contact my mother, but the condition is not good because many plantations here are damaged by strong winds.

It has been three times that the father asked for a large amount of money totaling almost 5 billion in the last two years. I said to buy property."

"How dare you play behind my back. You didn't even say you bought anything when it came from my family's company." Audri weeps at the print out of financial statements of the past two years.

Her hand moved open the email on the laptop that her husband used to use at home. Luckily her husband's email was open. Open one by one emails that can give him proof. There were three apartments that her husband had bought, either if there was more that escaped from his research.

"I don't know anything. Stupid me all this time and only now have my eyes opened."

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A beautiful morning welcomes today. Everything is beautiful, the sky is bright with warm rays of the sun, breakfast together with a lover of the heart who still had time to steal a kiss to the lips of the wife, and, working with her husband and being presented with a warm kiss on the cheek made Safira's face glow happily walking into her office. His friendly smile spread to the people he passed even on the cleaning service that was still not finished completing his task of cleaning the floor.

In her heart she hoped that today would be more beautiful than yesterday. May the last week of work be a wonderful memory that you still want to remember someday.

"I'm waiting in my room right now." Fairuz approached his desk before Safira even occupied his chair.

Ira and Bagas looked at him from afar anxiously. Safira smilingly looked at her two best friends in turns as if saying she would be fine.

"You're so good at pretending, baby." Fairuz said a disgusting thing shortly after Safira closed the door.

Suddenly his stomach like stirring, nausea, Sapphira regulate his breathing reduce the uncomfortable feeling in his heart and stomach. Highlight his eyes staring intently at the man who was now standing from his chair walking slowly towards him.

"Whose men are booking you? You don't think I'd be able to give you all those perks if you were my woman?"

Bitter, the spit feels bitter and hard to swallow. His fingers squeezed together beside his body. There were no more glaring eyes of respect at his superior that there was only hatred stifling his chest.

"Don't sell expensive Safira. I can handle you." Fairuz whispered near Safira's ear that her eyes were already glazed over now.

With a bang Safira hit Fairuz's hand made the man's hand loose from his arm. Safira quickly exited the room and Fairuz walked quickly to the bathroom.

Safira vomits great in the bathroom. All the breakfast she had eaten happily from her husband's hands came out unceremoniously and now left a bitter taste at the base of her tongue.

His body was limp now but his chest was still hot either because it had just vomited or because of the stifled anger.

"Fir..." Ira was holding his shoulder now.

"Ra.. thanks." Slowly the sound came out of Sapphira's lips.

"We're going to the cafeteria?" Ira asked worriedly

Safira. He does not want to eat or drink at the moment. Only the shadow of Reffan had been in his hands.

"We sit down first. I'm worried you're fainting."

Safira. Ira helped him walk into his room. When he was about to enter his room, Safira took off Ira's grip on his shoulder.

"I'm fine Ra. Thanks." Safira smiled as her lips turned pale. He didn't want the other friends to question him when he saw Ira helping him.

Safira was sitting down. Bagas came with a cup of warm drink.

"Drink." After putting the cup in front of Safira he returned to his table. He was with Ira and heard Sapphira vomiting when Ira opened the bathroom door. Bagas back into the room makes an instant cup of ginger milk for Sapphira. After giving it to Sapphira, he returns to his desk because Ira's heart is now there for him to guard. However, Sapphira is a woman who is able to make Ira jealous.

"Drink first Fir." Ira offered the drink Bagas had placed for his best friend.

Sapphira took it slowly. The distinctive aroma of ginger makes the nausea reduced stomach more comfortable now.

"Go back to your table Ra. I've been better. Thank you very much, you and Bagas very good friends. May you be happy." Safira smiled gently touching Ira's hand.

Ira was stunned, surprised by what Safira said let alone seeing the smile of Safira who seemed to know about himself and Bagas when Ira had not had time to say it.

Ira smile. Sapphira is a sensitive person, and that makes it easy to help people.

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In his room Fairuz braked to find Safira who was still stubborn. His mind was only filled with ways to get Safira, he was eager to channel his passion to Safira let alone his wife turning cold to him lately.

In another room Bu Dar just opened CCTV today then moved a few minutes of footage today and sent it to someone at the headquarters. The resignation letter belonged to one of the women.

Now Safira was in Bu Dar's room, and Safira was called to his room. Safira, who had felt much better about her condition, immediately entered Bu Dar's room, believing that Bu Dar had called her about his resignation.

"How is Safira. Unlike usual, you look pale, are you sick?" Bu Dar greeted kindly.

Safira smiles. "I'm fine ma'am."

Ms. Dar smiled. "Why did you resign?"