PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Always Wrong
What people say about the woman is true.
Don't argue with them? Don't fight smarts with them? They look stupid. But the original was so pinter.
Prove it if you don't believe?
For example, what is happening to Safira and Lutfi. Safira did not know what the husband meant. Not understanding what the man wanted. He deliberately avoided. Safira just wants to know, how serious the man is about being in a relationship with her.
I don't know, for Sapphira, rebuilding a trust with a man is not easy. Safira was waiting. Safira had hoped. And he's disappointed. Despite the fact, what happened to him was not purely the man's fault. However, he was once injured by a man.
Safira smiled in bed. This ayu woman feels funny just considering the face full of confusion of the husband. It turns out that the man is very adorable if he is confused. But, Safira salute. Because Lutfi was so patient with him.
"Prophey, my husband! Believe me, I love you too" how did Safira while hugging baby Naya's arms. To him, Lutfi was as adorable as the princess. For Sapphira it is the same. Want to kiss Naya or Lutfi, it feels the same. Equally fun.
Sapphira's strange behavior was caught off guard by Lydia who was not asleep at the time. Out of curiosity, the beautiful girl finally asked, "Sorry, I made my own smile. What was? Is there anything funny?"
Surprised by Lydia's question, Sapphira looked at the woman. "Ah no, I've been arguing with my husband" Safira replied honestly.
"It's beautiful to have a husband. Unlike me who has to be single to death," said Lydia while smiling withstanding tears.
"Don't do it, Ma'am. A soul mate no one will know. The doctor's verdict is just a human verdict. Who knows, you will recover from your illness. Take therapy, Mother. Who knows, God loves the way. Continued to be found with a soul mate. Don't pessimize. Stay optimistic. There must be a way out" Safira replied trying to strengthen.
"Come, Ma'am. My life is ruined. The barren woman's stamp is already attached to me. If what you say is true, how happy I am." Lydia smiled as she wiped away the remains of tears in the corner of her eyes.
"I do'ain, I hope you find the right man. May you find a happy inner birth. Meet a soul mate who wants to accept Mbak with a chest roomy. With a sincere heart. Hopefully, yes, Mommy!" Safira throws a sincere smile at the woman. As for Lydia, the woman agreed on what Safira said. Because he wanted that.
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The next day ....
Lutfi felt pain almost all over his body. How not? She couldn't sleep all night. The sofa is very narrow. So it's hard to move.
Upset, of course. It's not because there's Lydia. But more on the disconnected chat that happened last night.
Lutfi was still upset by that. Very-very upset. Sangking upset, until lazy to say hello to the wife who is currently busy preparing breakfast for him.
"Good morning, Naya's father. How he slept last night. Is comfortable?" tanya Safira was serious. Not meant to be confused at all. But alas, Lutfi thought it was a trick so he chose silence. I don't answer that sad question for him.
"Loh, I was asked to be quiet. Why the hell, Fi?" safira asked as she approached her husband.
"No pa-pa. I'm good," he replied. Lutfi turned his gaze away. He prefers to look out the window where the roses are blooming.
Seeing the husband more interested in the flowers that appear from outside the window, of course, made Safira offended.
Without seeking Lutfi's approval, Safira immediately closed the window curtain. So that the husband does not see the ugly flowers, he said.
"Well, it's closed. Wh why? Is the morning breeze good, Bun, for air circulation?" ask Lutfi sok lugu.
"I'm talking to you again and you're looking up at those ugly flowers. What a great thing is that flowers are compared to me. You're a bitch, Fi. Last night you said you wanted to live with me. Last night you said you wanted to make me your companion. But now you're cuekin me, what do you mean?" cecar Safira is upset.
Lutfi did not reply to the jealous scents. He listened only to every word that Safira uttered. Not what? Lutfi also wanted to know how deep his wife's expectations were for him.
"Lutfi. I'm talking to you. Uhh!" Safira returned to his emotions.
"So what am I supposed to do, Fira? How am I supposed to? I'm sure you're friendly you don't understand. I invite you romantic-romantic you fierce. So I'm kudu piye, Ra? Piye kudu?"
Safira stared in annoyance at Lutfi, then he again launched his attack. "When I say it again, you can't focus on anything else. You should look at me. Seeing me. Answer all my questions. I don't want you to fuck around, Fi. Point!" Sapphira slammed the dishcloth in her hand. Then he immediately stepped away, and went into the room.
Again, Lutfi could not pursue his wife. Because in her room there was another woman. But he promised, after the woman was picked up by the man who had promised her, Lutfi would not let go of the angry woman again.
Seriate....