The Beginning of a Dream

Fear Becomes Reality

"Silence Audri!" Fairuz yelling at his wife. This is the first time Fairuz has spoken out loudly to his wife.

"I should be angry, not you." Audri shouted back.

Fairuz went off to leave Audri. No matter Audri who shouted to him. Kalut, Fairuz's mind is fucked up right now.

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"Where did Audri know?" Fairuz hit the steering wheel in front of him, he stopped his car in the park parking lot.

He saw a clock on his wrist. Fairuz decided to return to the office. Safira, that face was now embellished in his mind.

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With a different car from yesterday Safira was picked up by Reffan employees because in fact Reffan's meeting with his business colleagues was late from the initial schedule so Reffan told his employees to pick up Safira so that Safira did not wait at the office.

"Well, now you get hotel car service. How great are you Safira." Fairuz smiled wryly when he saw Safira riding in the car with the hotel logo that Safira came to yesterday. Where would Safira go if not to the hotel yesterday again.

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"Can you please mas?" Sapphira massaged Reffan's arm trying to seduce her husband.

"Not Safira!" Reffan was still firm with his stance.

"Lies three days you know I enter work, can ya mas I bring my own car. Poor thing I haven't used the car in a long time." Safira was still massaging her husband's arm. "Bag.." Safira blinked so cute.

"You are so stubborn. You once fainted Safira. Please, please look after your husband." Reffan was still firm with his ban.

Sapphira's lips immediately pouted, but her hands were still massaging her husband only her strength was reduced.

Reffan inhales and exhales violently.

"Tomorrow, baby." Reffan tried to overcome the worries that filled his mind and heart.

Sapphira was still silent but her lips were no longer pouting.

"Wouldn't you? Yes it is." Reffan pulled his body making the previously sitting body lie down.

"Eh mau mas. I'll take the car tomorrow." Sapphira immediately embraced her husband's hand. One day no papa than not at all maybe her husband will change his mind to allow driving the car the next day if tomorrow he is fine, as Safira thought.

"Dicated gift dong! It's already approved." Reffan pulled Sapphira's body so that it fell into his arm Sapphira's palm propped up in Reffan's chest.

Safira smiled, peeping at Reffan's cheeks.

"That's doang?" Reffan looked at Sapphira with an eagle gaze.

Sapphira kissed Reffan's cheek next to her and then kissed her lips. The initial intention was only a glance but his head was held by Reffan so that their kiss could not escape. Reffan reversed the position of his body now in his confinement. He saw his wife's blushing face, his favorite face. Smile glimpsed, shortly because then the attack to the lips of Safira increasingly intense continued with a wider attack.

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Safira was very happy to go to work with his favorite car, the car given by his parents who accompanied him since he was in college. Her beautiful smile greeted everyone she met in the office no matter what their position was in her office. Her beautiful happy face made the person who met her smile feel the positive energy spread by Safira.

Even with Fairuz from a distance smiling looking at the beautiful face of Safira. At least this morning there was fresh in his view after a night of tangled thoughts not also unraveled.

"Audri knows. It's so wet why don't I force you to be mine." Fairuz stared intently at Safira from a distance, Safira had just sat in her work chair. His fingers began to open the files on his laptop.

Last night Fairuz was staying at his apartment that he bought without his wife's knowledge, he didn't come home because he would definitely fight with his wife. Satisfied by Safira, Fairuz returned to his desk. In front of him had stacked his work that he did not touch including a copy of Safira's resignation letter.

Until late afternoon Fairuz still not focused on his work, the documents that accumulate only reduced by one. Fairuz decided to go out for a break. Just about to grab the door handle, the door was knocked on by someone. Fairuzpun immediately opened the door.

"Why mas? Surprised I knocked on the door instead of Sapphira?"

Audri's voice made everyone in Safira's room shocked. Their hands suddenly stopped working but not with their heads. Their heads immediately turned to the origin of the voice, two seconds later turning to Safira almost simultaneously.

"You're talking, Audri!" Fairuz stared at Sapphira from a distance, causing Audri to follow her husband's line of sight, when she noticed that Fairuz immediately pulled Audri's arm violently away leaving the room and her prejudiced eyes.

Bagas and Ira could only look at her best friend from afar. Praying in Sapphira's heart will be fine. Netra Safira remains focused on her laptop. Sapphira did not hear Audri's voice. Of course Safira heard clearly but the net could not meet anyone's eyes, for a moment his heart felt stopped pumping blood. His fear had just come true.

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"Fir..." Ira touched Sapphira's hand and held her gently.

Sapphira was silent, her lips were still locked, not saying a word. Even Ira ordered food and drinks for him.

"Fir, don't do this. Don't think too deeply, it will only hurt yourself. Now eat, there is life in your stomach." Bagas persuaded Sapphira to eat the order that had come.

Sapphires eat in silence. Can't say anything.

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"Pantesan yes. Safira often goes to Fairuz's room." A woman said.

"Eh, that's right." Another woman chimed.

"real. No wonder female models like Safira turned out... Beautiful but...., the hijab is light on the loose." The other woman chimed in with a tone of voice as if enduring disdain.

Safira was in front of his room. Ira saw the sad face of her best friend. And Bagas puffed his hand.

"Tell me what do you want Safira? Do you want me to explain it to them?" Bagas standing beside Sapphira looked at the reddened face either out of shame or out of anger or both.

Safira. "They won't believe it now."

Safira entered with a smile greeting everyone as usual who was different no one returned his smile. Sapphira sat behind her desk continuing her work with tears on hold, as soon as she wanted to leave her room today, so that her eyes and ears would no longer catch the insults of her friends.

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Safira quickly exited his room walking quickly to the parking lot. It was not just in his room even after he came out of his room that people were looking at him contemptuously. So quickly the slander spread that maybe even the wall came to talk spread it quickly.

Surely a hadith, slander is more cruel than murder. Because obviously the result is not only physical death, there is a wounded heart but invisible blood. The soul of his victim was destroyed making weak the organs inside his body.

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In the car on the way home Safira was unable to stem the swift tears that had not been restrained since. She drove her car as fast as she could so she could hug her husband. Safira to the parking lot in the basement of the Reffan hotel. The removal of the trail of tears, momentarily set the breath to calm down.

"Let's come!"

Just as Safira got out of the car and pressed the alarm lock, the clutches of her hands pulled her arm.

"Deliver!" Sapphira stomped her hand forcefully making the grip loosen and detach.

Plaque! A slap landed on his smooth cheek. The clutches of the hands pulled her body again.

Dugh! Safira's bag floated about on the temple of an ignorant human.

Plaque! Once again a slap of reddened cheeks made the corners of his lips hurt and dripped with blood. Sapphira staggered, her net no longer grasped the light perfectly.

His arm was easily pulled and then pushed into the passenger seat of a car. His weak body landed on the back bench without a fight.