Devano Pranata Yoga
Early Struggle

One week later. The wedding of Devano and Safira was completed. And now it's time to have some fun with those two newlyweds.

Safira looked at Dev who was only smiling fakely, then she turned to look at the people around her who started hand in hand towards the dance spot.

Safira looked back at Dev's face. I want her to take the man who is already her husband to dance, like other couples do.

"Emm, Brother Dev? Can you please come dance?" safira smiled.

Dev silently answered nothing, the man even kept busy with his phone. I had no intention of dancing with Sapphira.

"Haha, Devan. Come on, I want to dance with you. Go, go!"

Aurora's words a few years ago again ring in Devano's ears. Dev raised his head then looked towards the downcast Sapphira with such a pitiful expression.

"I can't dance, so I'm sorry, I can't keep you company" Dev replied.

"It's okay, Brother." Sapphira remained lowered, she did not want to stare at Dev's face. Because he already knew the man would not like to talk with eyes staring at each other.

"I go to the bathroom first" Safira continued. Safira put her cellphone and bag on the table and walked to the bathroom.

"Sa," call Jessica. The woman stepped closer to Sapphira who was about to enter the bathroom.

"Mother." Sapphira turned to Jessica and strengthened herself not to cry in front of her mother-in-law.

"Did my son hurt you, son?"

"No, Ma. Brother Dev did not hurt me," Safira replied smiling.

"Mom, sorry, I can't take it anymore." The woman stepped quickly towards the bathroom, then closed the bathroom door tightly.

"No, Sa! You can't give up so soon! You haven't even been his wife for 24 hours! You must be strong, for the first purpose of marrying her! You can definitely bring back a smile! You can, Sa!" safira encouraged himself.

A few minutes later. Safira came out with a face that had returned with a cheerful smile. He walked down the long hallway to the place where the party was still going.

"Safira." Davin stood in front of Sapphira, blocking the woman's path. The girl pulled Safira's arm towards the garden next to the main house.

"What's up, Davin?" safira asked confusedly.

"Look good, Brother. Never try to enter Kak Dev's workspace later. I'm afraid, afraid if anything happens to Brother. So I tell you now before everything happens" Davin replied in a whisper.

"Working space? All right, I'll remember." Safira smiled bitterly. He who started all this, must also end it.

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Dev opened the door of his room and immediately walked towards the bathroom. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw a woman sleeping on the sofa in the corner of his room. Dev stepped closer to Sapphira, looking at the tired face of the woman.

"Why is this woman sleeping here?" muttered Dev. He was silent for a few minutes, then realized, that he was the one who caused the poor woman to sleep on the sofa like this.

"Mother, I'm sorry. I don't deserve to be called a real man like my father." Dev looked back at Safira's face and carried the woman to the bed.

After enveloping and making sure Sapphira is comfortable. Dev stepped back into the bathroom.

15 Minutes later.

Dev came out of the bathroom with a handsome face that was already fresh. He came closer to the bed and took a pillow and slept on the sofa. Although in fact he is uncomfortable, but it is much more uncomfortable to see a woman who sleeps in this place.

"Whoever, everything Safira said must always remind me of Rara. Safira and Rara are like the same woman, even so, it feels really hard to forget about Rara and replace her with Safira" Dev muttered before he fell asleep in his sleep.

Sapphira opened her eyes slowly. Then roll to the right and to the left.

"Ah, why didn't I fall, yes," muttered Safira who still thought she was asleep on the sofa like last night.

"Courtesy? Then where did Dev sleep?"

Safira circulated her gaze looking for Dev's figure. His eyes opened wide when he found Dev still asleep on the sofa.

'Brother Dev, I'm sure, you're still the same Kak Dev I knew. It's just that you still need time to smile back like you used to.' Inner Sapphira.

Sapphira turned her eyes away as Dev opened his eyes and immediately looked towards Safira.

"I, I will prepare water for Dev, said Safira and walked to the bathroom.

"No need, I can do it myself!" dev replied before the woman went inside the bathroom and prepared water for herself.

Dev stepped closer to Sapphira. "You don't have to bother serving me, I'm not ma'am...." Dev stopped his words when he realized what he was saying would definitely hurt Safira greatly.

"Easy! I'll take a shower first!" he continued, then entered the bathroom, leaving Safira who was still pecking with a slightly disappointed facial expression.

'It's okay, Sa. Try another way, there's still plenty of time to try to knock it out.' Sapphira encouraged herself.

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Half an hour later. Dev and Sapphira had finished bathing in turn. They both came out and went down the stairs at the same time.

'Good start, Brother Sa. I'm sure Big Brother can bring back Kak Dev's cheerful smile Davina's inner hope.

"Good morning Brother Dev. Good morning Brother-in-law."

Davin smiled faintly at Dev and Sapphira, then invited the two men to join him at the dinner table with Aldy and Jessica.

"Dad, Mother...I'll take Safira to move into a new house. What do you think of Mom and Dad?" dev asks Aldy and Jessica.

"Emm, actually I want you to stay here. But it's okay, I see, you guys need time to adjust to each other. So, Mom and Dad will definitely support all the decisions that will make you both comfortable" Jessica replied smilingly.

"Thank you, Mom."

Jessica smiled at the thank you from her son. Jessica really misses her old Dev. Dev is always smiling in front of him and in front of everyone.

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After breakfast together, Dev immediately asked the servants to pack his things. Sapphira packed all the things she would bring to their new home.

Sapphira stared at a painting placed under Dev's closet. He touched the painting and pulled it so he could see it clearly.

"Sister Aurora?" Sapphira again puts the painting in its original place, before Dev enters and sees her already presumptuous self holding the painting.

"Miss Safira, Mr. Dev is waiting for Miss in the main yard" said a waiter who packed Dev's belongings.

"All right, I'm done." Safira dragged her suitcase and stared fixedly at Dev's room.

"Huh, may all be much better there," he murmured and closed the door, and let the servants carry his luggage.