PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Chapter 1 (Lutfi n Safira)
Four months later....
Smile expands perfectly on the lips of this woman named Sapphira Ana. Because today, the husband is scheduled to return from America, after accompanying the sister-in-law to seek treatment there.
Lutfi was allowed to go home, as tomorrow was the princess' birthday. He deliberately asked his mother and father-in-law to allow him to return to Indonesia. Lutfi wants to celebrate the princess' first birthday. Because for him, the princess's first birthday was very important to him.
At exactly 4:30pm local time, the plane carrying the handsome man finally landed perfectly.
Smile again expands on Sapphira's lips. Because a few minutes from now, he'll see the man. The man he loved. The man she missed.
Grateful, it was the first word Safira said when she saw her husband waving for her.
They both throw smiles at each other. It feels so happy. Really am.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Wife. Assalamu'alaikum canariya, Father! How come he's bobo, Bun?" greet Lutfi to the two women whom she missed so much.
"Waalaikum salam. Yes, it's a bobo clock indeed." Safira smiled shyly. Same with Lutfi. These two lovebirds looked timid.
"Are you two, Bun?" ask Lutfi, open the chat.
"Yes, papa's mama is back to Ujung Pandang. Take care of your business again. You're so skinny, you rarely eat?" safira asked as she walked towards her car.
"Where isn't skinny, Bun? Far from wife. It's not good to eat, Bun," Lutfi replied honestly.
"Basak, boong ah. Those girls are sexier than Mother. You should be more excited dong," replied Safira.
"Sexy but forbidden to enjoy the same, Bun. Mending covered gini, but halal," replied Lutfi smart.
Sapphira did not answer, because she knew the direction of the husband's conversation.
"Eh, did you drive yourself, Bun?" asked Lutfi unexpectedly.
"Yes, but don't be afraid. Naya is safe. He also used to drive just the two doang safe Mother. He has a special seat" Safira replied as she headed for the steering wheel.
"Oh, be careful, Bun. I don't want you guys to do anything. Mother, just sit here. Let me take it," said Lutfi.
"You're tired, Mas. Mother was the one who brought. No pa-pa" Safira said.
Lutfi also said.
In the car, the turmoil of Lutfi's soul re-emerged. He kissed his wife's pretty lips. However, he was afraid, Sapphira would refuse. Lutfi is afraid of embarrassment.
"Bun!"
"Hem!"
"As long as I'm not home, what are you doing?" ask Lutfi gently. Not to intimidate. It's just that, rather than them being quiet.
"Ngapain huh? The most played with Naya. Balesin chat costumer's. Checking the sales records of your store. Continue shopping for raw materials to make bags. Cheque foundation brother. It's the most." Safira was still focused on the steering wheel and the road ahead of him. While Lutfi calmly held Naya who was still asleep.
"Bun!"
"Hem!"
"You're beautiful!"
"Thank you!" Safira smiles.
"I knew. If I'm not beautiful, how could you want to be, sir?" safira Canda.
"Even if you're not beautiful, I want to go. You're like a warteg to me!" Lutfi looked back at his wife. Safira just frowned. It is strange to hear the words of my husband.
"Warteg? Why Warteg. Is there anything cooler?" safira asked a little pouty.
"Yes Bun, you are to me like Warteg. Simple but special. You're amazing, Bun," Lutfi replied with a smile.
"Chose gumbal!" Safira smiled, but held back a laugh.
"Really, Bun. I'm willing to lo Bun, so the atmosphere in your life. Let no meteor dare hurt you," added Lutfi again.
This time Sapphira was a little surprised by Lutfi's words. I don't know where those words came from. Kayak was not the Lutfi he knew.
"Udah ah, what a shame. Tomorrow's birthday event. Mommy wants to participate in donations. Would you like to follow me?" ask Safira.
"May, just take the money as you want." Lutfi looked back at his wife.
"Thank you!"
"Back you!"
Safira replied to Lutfi's glance and smiled in surprise.
"What the hell are you, Mas? Wrong eating?" ask Safira.
"No? I'm doing fine! Mother wants to donate to the home. If I donate to Mommy, can't I?" ask Lutfi. Safira gave a strange glance towards the husband. Because Lutfi is so strange he thinks.
"Donation to Mother? Donate what?" tanya Safira lugu.
"Donate the seed of our love, Bun. Can ya?" lutfi replied with a smile seducing her.
Safira returned a strange glance . Lutfi pinter really playin feeling Safira at this time. Lutfi is absolutely outrageous. Until Sapphira was astonished.
"Eehemmm, astaghfirullah. have yes Mas, do not shy. After this, until the house, you should take a bath, continue to eat, run out it bobo. I think I'm really tired. Until he speaks," said Safira trying not to laugh. Although he really wanted to laugh.
"You're right, Bun. I was tired, very tired. Tired of holding this longing, want to be channeled immediately," replied Lutfi again.
Again Lutfi's answer successfully made Safira smile withholding laughter. I want to feel back. However, the tongue of this ayu woman feels like a kelu.
"Basic crazy. There-there's answers. Your father is stressed out Naya. We better be careful" said Safira ketus. It was obvious that he was currently trying to resist the feeling of happiness over the seduction Lutfi made.
"How am I not crazy, Bun? If in fact breathing is difficult," replied Lutfi sok lugu.
"You're breathing hard? Why, Mas? Mas sick?" Safira looks worried.
"No! Yeah how to be relieved, Bun. If half my breath is in you" replied Lutfi again, without sin, without feeling the slightest guilt.
This time, Safira just kept quiet while holding back a laugh. It turns out that her husband is really terrible. Holy hooch! I swear, if no longer drive, Lutfi must have been beaten by Safira. Of course love blows. Because Sapphira was very anxious.
Good start of meeting, Lutfi... continue🥰🥰🥰
Seriate...