PRISON LOVE For STELLA
The Deserted Taste
On the other hand, heavy rain flushed two lovebirds who were currently stuck in traffic. They can neither move forward nor go back. In front of them was an accident. Behind him was a vehicle lined up.
"Fi, is it still a long time?" asked Safira who was currently shivering with cold.
"No idea, Mom. It seems like there was an accident up ahead," Lutfi replied in a slightly raised voice. Because it rained too hard.
Feeling Safira's body shivering, Lutfi immediately invited Safira down. This man immediately took off his jacket and also the helmet he was wearing to protect Sapphira. While this beautiful woman did not refuse because she was already shivering cold.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry," said Lutfi. Without thinking about it, this man immediately hugged the woman who had sacrificed all day for her and her baby.
"Yuk, go up again. I'll find the fastest way so we can get home quickly" said Lutfi while helping Safira get on the bike.
Luckily when they rode again on the bike, the traffic had broken down. So that the vehicle they ride can go back.
Safira who was not used to being exposed to rain plus the night wind, of course, immediately shivering made Lutfi a little afraid. Without thinking about it, Lutfi immediately pulled Safira's hands together to embrace her. Keep it warm if it sticks to it.
Thirty minutes passed, and at last they came to the house of Sapphira. Slowly, Lutfi went down first, then he helped the woman whose lips were now turning blue from the cold. Lutfi immediately took Safira and brought her inside the house.
Luckily all the residents of the house have slept, so the action is not known by anyone.
After arriving in front of Safira's room, this man immediately lowered the woman and gave her a message.
"Directly take a shower pack of warm water yes, put on a warm shirt. I'll make you a ginger drink. It's in now!" lutfi.
Safira. Without saying anything else, Sapphira went inside. Take a warm bath and wear warm clothes. Just like Lutfi said.
While Lutfi immediately ran to the room available to him in this house. Shower and change his clothes. Cooking water to make ginger milk for the master. Not to forget he also mopped the floor traces of his feet. Of course, he did not want to arouse the suspicion of this house person.
After drying out the wet floor, Lutfi returned to the kitchen and made a drink for her daughter.
Sapphira, who understood the situation, did not remain silent in the room. He waited for Lutfi in the living room. While wearing warm clothes still coated with a blanket
"Thank you" Safira said as she received a glass of hot ginger milk. Lutfi smiled only briefly.
"I'm sorry to trouble you" Safira said after tasting a drink Lutfi had made for her.
"No pa-pa, ma'am. It is precisely I who apologize for bothering you," replied Lutfi, again feeling uncomfortable.
"No, I'm sincere. I like it too. You just calm down. You don't make drinks? " Safira again he looked at the drink in his hand.
"No, Ma. I want to leave, I have to go back to the hospital," said Lutfi meant to say goodbye.
"Oh, yeah. It's not raining, is it? But the road is slippery, Fi. You just bring my car," Safira said.
"Ngga pa-pa, Mom. I was riding a motorcycle. Let's go faster." Lutfi was getting ready to get out of her seat. However, he hesitated to leave this place. I don't know, he felt like something was missing.
The atmosphere is back stiff. They both look wrong. Lutfi wanted to say something but forgot. Sapphira wanted to ban it, but did not know how to disclose the ban.
Not wanting to linger immersed in the abyss of nervousness, Lutfi finally decided to really go from a place where he still wanted togetherness. But it's rattling, but it's shameful, but prestige. All mixed together without being able to distinguish.
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On the other hand, there was a girl who could not stop her tears. He wanted to curse Zein, so he wouldn't come in front of him. He wanted to scold the man so that he would no longer come in any form.
Yes, that's how Vita is. Crying because he was trying to fight the desires of his heart which he thought was stupid. Really-so stupid.
Not wanting to drown in turmoil, Vita also took ablution water and poured out his heart to Rob... To Him, the owner of all hearts. Vita asked him to give her a chance to step up. Ask to remove any lingering feelings. Vita was afraid, if this sense of beauty existed, her domestic life would not be able to last. Because automatically the heart and physical will refuse the touch of the husband.
Seriate...