PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Candor

Zein didn't think Luis would ask him to book a ticket. A fine restaurant and a hotel for him and also the Oma. This was an impromptu plan that was quite surprising to him. Because, he knows, that Luis is currently struggling to get the blessing to marry the girl of his dreams.

The news that Zein received, his mistress was able to make this man break his concentration. What's more, the plan is tomorrow Luis asks him to find a ticket and a hotel for him. Luis is coming to Juan's house. To propose to Vita, the lover of hearts.

Really, at this moment, this second, his heart was slapped back. For he is like a coward who loses before war. Kill his own love, before starting. The predicate of a loser seemed to be a perfect fit for him.

Zein smiled wryly as she recalled her weakness. It was when he went after Stella. He was so brave. Then, when he fell in love with Vita, why be like a krupuk that goes into a fish pond. Jesus, this Zein is so embarrassing. But he is helpless. He doesn't want to force what shouldn't happen.

Zein re-opened the text message sent by the boss. Getting the impromptu order, he immediately canceled his intention to return to Jakarta. Because he was also assigned to pick up the bigbos and also his favorite old woman.

"Zein, don't forget, be ready for the most romantic place in the city. I want after the application, I want to bring him to see the stars from a height" Luis added excitedly.

"Good, Sir!" zein replied while noting whatever his boss ordered.

"One more thing, find info about vegetarian restaurants. We have to prioritize our queen mother, otherwise we'll both be fired, Zein!" luis said, intending to take Zein in on a joke. So that he can control himself. So that he's not nervous of course.

"Ready, Sir. Do it!" answer Zein. His voice sounded crisp. Like being happy with the happiness his boss now feels.

However, it is as simple as someone hiding a wound. Still, someone suspected him. As it is now. Someone who was beside him caught something else from him. That's why he asked.

"Zeez!" said the middle-aged woman.

"Yes, Ma. What's up?" ask Zein to mom.

"Did Mama not look wrong? Why is Zein crying? Is Zein in trouble?" ask Laila softly. Her maternal attitude was so real Zein felt. I don't know, not to compare. However, Widya with Laila is very different.

"Nothing, Ma. Zein okay!" answer's short.

But Laila believed in her vision. It was mom. The way we see it is different too. Laila saw clearly that sadness, as a mother.

"Zein, son. Mama's best son. Do you believe Mama loves Zein?" ask Laila softly. Again the voice of the woman was able to destroy the fortress of this handsome man.

"Zein believe, Ma!" answer Zein again. Briefly, because he cannot speak at length. He was afraid he could not control himself. Then tell me everything. Without exception. Zein was afraid that this strange feeling would be known and realized by many parties. Which means, it was suicide for him.

"You don't want to tell me now, not pa-pa. No problem. The important thing is that Zein has to be sure, if mama, papa, and Fira love Zein. Understood!" laila said with a sincere smile.

Zein also returned the smile with an insincere smile. Although at this moment his heart was broken into pieces. Regretting his helplessness. Regretting his stupidity, loving someone he shouldn't have. Whatever it was, for Zein this was the greatest folly of his life.

However, Zein sincerely loves Vita. He's sincere. Will always try to be sincere. Zein promised never to annoy Vita with the taste he had. He will continue to pray for girls. To achieve his happiness.

***

In a hospital, in the nursery. It was seen that a man was holding a baby with a condition that was quite alarming.

The girl was traumatized until her body was hot. It seemed that he was just crying and kept crying. Until Lutfi himself, seemed to be getting tired and seemed to shed tears.

"Fi," said Safira while stroking the soft shoulder of the father of one child.

"Eh, sorry," Lutfi replied, her voice raspy. It is obvious if he is holding something back.

"Patiently, let me help you!" pinta Safira while putting the bag as well as the items he brought.

"Later on to nicotine, I'll sit down," Lutfi refused gently. Not forbidding, it's just that he feels a little uncomfortable because the baby is not clean. Alias is still sweating.

"It's okay. Here!" pinta Safira while releasing the scarf ties on the shoulders of this handsome man.

After getting the baby, Safira also knows why this beautiful baby is fussy. Surely this beautiful baby feels sticky and uncomfortable.

"There's no change of clothes for this beauty?" ask Safira.

"There, for a second," Lutfi replied as she picked up a bag belonging to baby Naya.

"Here," replied Lutfi, handing the bag over to Safira.

"Okay let's change this cute adek shirt, let's not get sticky anymore." Sapphira breaks down that crying beautiful baby. Then start unbuttoning the clothes that he thinks make this cute baby sultry.

"Can I change her clothes?" tanya Lutfi doubted the greatness of Sapphira.

"The work seems impossible, you're weird" Safira replied, sounding a little too stern but Safira actually did it. Without feeling disgusted. Lutfi knew that her master was a princess. He was his servant, his worker.

Lutfi was only watching what Safira was doing. Take a look at that pretty baby's body. Then change the thing that is full. However, when it was about to dry the body of this tiny baby, Sapphira did not find a towel.

"Where's the towel, Lutfi?" ask Safira while looking.

"It seems like he forgot to take it, ma'am," Lutfi replied as he searched.

"Eh, in my gym bag like a clean towel, please take it. That's the pink one" Safira said, pointing at the bag she had placed on the bed next to where they were.

"Here, Mom!" Lutfi placed the bag beside Sapphira. Then this beautiful woman immediately took her small towel.

Not waiting for more time, he immediately dried the beautiful baby's skin with his small towel.

"Mom, is it okay, your towel is on my daughter's?" lutfi asked uncomfortably.

"It's okay. Why emang! the plan was I wanted to gym, uh the same mama told me to stop by here. Tell this beautiful baby. It turns out, she's beautiful. Adorable, funny," Safira answered while tickling funny baby Naya's stomach that began to calm.

"Well, it's fragrant. It's clean. Is pretty. Heal yes son. Don't get sick anymore, pity me. Call you dad, right, Fi?" ask Safira, so that it is not wrong.

"Yes, Mom. Cook om. I am his father." Lutfi smiled, whereas Safira just shrunk her eyes irritated. A second later they threw each other a timid smile. They are confused as to what they should discuss.

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