PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Patient
What the wife wants, in fact, can make Lutfi's heart like pierced by a sharp object. How not? It's nothing, but the test is in sight.
Lutfi was patient. Trying to understand what was really going on in Sapphira's heart. Trying to understand that this marriage is not appropriate for him. Their economic strata are different.
"You don't have to be afraid of that, Ra. God knows everything. God knows we don't do what they accuse us of. Believe me, if we are not destined to mate, God will surely love us the way to separate. So you don't have to worry about this" Lutfi replied, without refusing or arguing with Sapphira. He just wanted Safira to calm down. While inviting the wife to believe, that the soul mate is not our power to distribute it.
Sapphira did not answer a word Lutfi said. Because, what he felt at this time was enough to make the contents of this woman's head full. His heart was broken. Until his ears feel stuffy.
Secretly, Sapphira also harbored another fear. A fear that he could not explain to Lutfi for now. Of the sanctity that he has. Safira felt that he was too dirty for a man as good as Lutfi. For men seshby Lutfi.
"I believe you, Fi. I hope you don't make it difficult for me if one day I file a divorce suit for you" Safira said seriously.
"of course. I can't dare to make things difficult for you. Just do it, whatever you want to do. However, if your goal in this marriage is separation. Please don't approach my daughter. Don't make him fall in love with you. I don't want him to feel lost a second time. You know what I mean, don't you, Ra?" lutfi asked without looking into Safira's eyes. For he did not want Sapphira to know the weak side of his heart. That's Naya. Lutfi would not be able to see the baby crying because of the loss of a person she might later consider her mother.
Sapphira could not answer a word from her husband. Because he understood immediately. But if I can be honest, there is a discrepancy in Sapphira's heart. He wanted to be close to the baby. He always wanted to be with the little girl. Sapphira also falls in love with Naya.
The taste he had for Naya, finally made Sapphira understand. As for Lutfi, he rarely allowed himself to approach Naya. Apparently the reason is, he does not want Naya to fall in love with him, then heartbroken. Because, Lutfi knew, if Safira could not always be with them. She didn't want her little daughter to feel lost again.
"I'd better go home, Ra. Poor Naya, this time I ask for your understanding!" lutfi Pinta.
As if aware of the obligation as Lutfi's wife and mother to Naya. Safira also tried to give up. Understand the obligation, that he must come wherever the husband goes. This is Naya's business. She has now become their daughter.
"I'm coming!" pinta Safira while holding the end of the sleeve of the shirt currently worn by Lutfi.
Lutfi silence. Just staring in wonder at the innocent face without the make up of the wife. Confused, Lutfi did not know how to answer the request. Because he doubted.
"Promise not to be angry anymore!" safira said as he brandished the two fingers of the sign he promised.
"It's not a matter of anger or not, Ra. It's about Naya, I'm not... " Lutfi could not continue, because Sapphira had already pulled her hand and invited her out of the room.
"Ra, take me first!" pinta Lutfi was a little overwhelmed.
"Herard what?" safira asked while stopping his steps. Then, he turned around while folding both hands, intending to challenge Lutfi.
"As I said, cook you don't understand!" now in exchange, Lutfi who pulled Safira's hand and drove the woman into Safira's room, which from today this room is their room.
"Home home, rest. You must be tired. Weary. All day crying and getting angry. Let me take care of Naya" Pinta Lutfi pleaded.
"No where there is so. If it's Naya's business, I'll go wherever you go" Safira refused, hugging one of Lutfi's hands.
"Oh God, Ra. How else do I have to explain this to you," said Lutfi began to look tired facing Safira
"If you don't want to talk, I'll call papa. Let you be cheated. You're not afraid of Papa, ha!" safira replied no less sense.
Lutfi was getting more wrong. Just dealing with Safira he's already starting to have headaches. What's more dealing with both of his parents. As a result Lutfi can cry in the heart.
"Yes, come on. Remember not to go near Naya. Later he ja .." said Lutfi to warn. However, it seems that Safira doesn't care.
This woman has walked ahead of him. Take it easy, like nothing happened to them. Making Lutfi smile with that adorable demeanor.
***
Unlike the Lutfi and Safira who began to be able to find a way out of their problems. Although the road they will later go through is titled "Separation". But they don't seem to want to bother with it. Or maybe, they just wanted the breakup to just mouth it. Ah, I don't know. Let Lutfi and Sapphira think for themselves.
Here are Zein and Vita who can't sleep after their meeting. In fact, the meeting left these details of memories united. Become a lump of memories that can make them smile shyly.
On Zein's side, this man was smiling considering their business trip in Flores. Vita is so beautiful when swimming. Not only that, Vita's attention when she was sick also became a memory for this handsome man.
Vita made him porridge, although the porridge was completely tasteless. Either Vita intentionally or indeed does not know how to cook. However, the way the girl presented it made the flavorless porridge unable to make a Zein angry. Actually enjoy.
How not? Vita himself fed the porridge. Blow it with her pretty lips. Then so painstakingly wiping the remnants of the porridge on his lips. If back then, they were lovers, perhaps it was their journey that could be said to be the most romantic.
Unfortunately, the reverie of happiness felt by Zein, forced to melt with the hearing of footsteps and noisily in front of his room.
Zein is sure, if the sound comes from the voice of the newlyweds who are indeed they hobby noisily.
Curious about what the two lovebirds fussed about, eventually Zein would not want to come out of his room. Want to find out what really happened.
Seriate....