PRISON LOVE For STELLA
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Arriving at Lutfi's rented house. Sapphira and the father of the beautiful boy immediately ran. Because, they are impatient, Naya's cry can actually make them nervous.

The cry of pain of the boy seemed to be a whip to the heart of Lutfi or Sapphira. Because they both love that little girl.

"Be careful, Mom, slippery. I haven't had time to mop!" lutfi warned. Understand the rain spatter this afternoon still leaves a puddle of water on the terrace of the widow's house of one child. Obviously, he has not been able to clean, he works. Safira knew that too.

"No pa-pa. I'll be careful" Safira replied as she raised the height of the party dress she was wearing. Lutfi immediately responded. He also helped the princess to lift the dress so as not to be exposed to water.

If anyone is aware of their compatibility. Maybe everyone will say, 'Have you been matched, just married, ' Unfortunately such thoughts have not crossed the minds of Safira or Lutfi at all. They are comfortable in their current position. They are comfortable with the friendships that sometimes cause these fights. Yes, they are comfortable with their condition like that.

Arriving in the living room. Looks like the middle-aged woman who used to call 'Bude' Lutfi was trying to silence the baby. However, it seems like he is overwhelmed. Safira quickly gave Lutfi the handbag he was holding. Then, not waiting for more time, he immediately approached Naya and persuaded the beautiful baby.

"Unfortunately, Aunt. Here sweet, same Auntie yes. Why anyway? It hurts, huh?" safira asked the girl who was still crying.

"Cup airing cup, duh sweet Aunt," said Safira membari continue to pet this beautiful boy.

"Fi, do you have an instant compress?" safira asked the father of the baby.

"It's over, ma'am," replied Lutfi. Nervous, for he knew, Sapphira would be angry with him.

"Oh, yes, ready warm water with a small towel, Fi. Make compress the forehead with the armpits," pinta Safira. This time the woman was calmer. Not barbaric as usual.

Lutfi did not argue, he immediately did what his daughter master asked. Take a basin of warm water and also a small towel like Safira would like. And handed the goods over to Sapphira.

"God! This is a dress." Safira looks troubled with her super long dress.

Lutfi wanted to laugh. But fearing Sapphira rampaged.

"Fi, can I borrow a shirt, a t-shirt, or something. The important thing is to change this ribet shirt!" safira Pinta. Lutfi was a little dumbass. Just strange. A princess like Sapphira wants to wear her clothes. Not only that, but this woman is also willing to bother taking care of her baby. Of course, this fact made the father of one child wonder. Perhaps, Safira was sincere to Naya. Or is she like this because she wants to control her baby. Ahhhh, Lutfi doesn't know how to behave. But again, he couldn't refuse. If in such a situation he dared to refute, as a result, this female tiger would not let him get away with it. Lutfi was sure of that.

"Cats, dih! Even dumbly. Quick loan me a shirt, you don't pity me the hassles with this shirt?" ask Safira, with a slightly high tone of course.

"Eh, yeah-yes. Sorry!" nervous answer. Then without saying anything this man went straight into the room and found the ferocious woman his best clothes. He also did not want to get into trouble, about clothes.

"Here, Mom!" said Lutfi while handing a gray t-shirt to this beautiful woman.

"Uhhhhh, it's aunty. Don't worry, auntie change clothes first! Aunt gendong. Okay sweet," said Safira. Unfortunately, Naya doesn't seem to care. This little girl just wants Sapphira. Don't want to be left behind, even if only to change clothes.

Finally inevitably, Safira also brought the beautiful boy into Lutfi's room. Take him for a change of clothes. However, previously he had asked permission first to the one who had a room. And with all his humility, Lutfi allowed Sapphira into his room.

This was the second time Safira had entered the room of the obnoxious man. Although this time the atmosphere was different, still, the annoying incident still flashed clearly in the mind of this ayu woman. Surprisingly, now the incident did not make Safira angry. He is happy. I don't know why he was happy. He's just happy, that's all.

Safira smiled shyly, as she remembered Lutfi was just dumb as she bailed home. With pride the man let her go. Arrogant, arrogant and annoying, that was the first impression he met this man. However, things change when brands meet often. Fight frequently. They also often share experiences. Especially about Naya. Safira really likes it when Lutfi asks her to talk about Naya. I don't know, Safira's like remembering her baby.

Maybe if the baby was still alive. It might be as adorable as Naya. It might give her happiness like Naya.

A second later, Sapphira recalled as she said goodbye, Lutfi just closed her eyes. As if I didn't hear him say goodbye. Making Safira back upset, "Bas on the bad guy!" aspied Safira. Smile again, then she's ashamed of herself.

What's more, right now, the clothes he was wearing were those of the man. The money Safira likes. Several times he smelled that masculine-scented shirt. Tasty, Safira hasn't smelled a man for a long time. Honestly, as a normal woman, she misses scents like this.

"Ih, what the hell, why would I kiss that ugly guy's shirt. I will fall in love again. Amit amit amit amit!" she said as she folded up the dress that had slipped off her body.

Not wanting to make Naya wait for him too long, Safira immediately put the shirt on the bed of the annoying man, for him. After that, he immediately rolled up his long hair and approached Naya who was faithfully waiting for him in bed. They both smile.

Lovingly, Sapphira immediately secured Naya's position. Put the little girl in the middle of the bed. Keep it by arranging a few pillows.

Sapphira did not care, although later Lutfi would be upset and angry with him. Tonight, Naya is his..

To realize that, Sapphira also lies on the side of this little girl. Kissed her. Invite him to chat. Check the baby's body temperature.

Naya's not fussy anymore. Because his body temperature has gone down. Then with his affection, Safira also stroked the forehead of this little girl. Until he fell asleep.

Safira smiled happily. I don't know, seeing this adorable baby sleeping in her arms is Safira's dream. And that dream came true. Safira smiled happily.

The night was getting late, drowsiness was approaching this beautiful woman. Again, he doesn't care. No matter if later Lutfi was angry because he slept in his bed without permission. Obviously, tonight he just wants to be with Naya. Have the girl completely. Without being disturbed by anyone. Including this girl's father.

Seriate...