PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Chapter 3 (Lutfi n Safira)
That night, Lutfi also tidied up his things. Looking for used plastic bags for his dirty clothes and used towels belonging to Safira. And he promised to return it after finishing in-lundry later.
"Ra, I'll return the towel if it's clean, yes" said Lutfi when saying goodbye to leave.
Sapphira was silent, because she did not know what to do. He knew it had hurt Lutfi's self-esteem. He knows it's wrong. But she was not ready to be the inner born wife of the man. He is not yet ready inwardly to tie the relationship to a further level. Safira could not yet give up his body for Lutfi. Safira is afraid of getting pregnant. Abandoned. Safira's afraid. Very-very scared.
I don't know! I don't know when Safira will be like this. He just can't yet. That'sthat's all.
"I brought it, Ra. I miss it!" lutfi asked for permission.
Again Sapphira had no power to answer. Because he was holding back his tears. So that the tears do not fall. So Lutfi doesn't know, that he's also hurt about this. He is also distressed by this relationship that he cannot yet understand. Be it heart, emotionally, or physically.
The taxi that Lutfi ordered using one of the latest applications finally arrived and waited for him in front of Safira's house.
While carrying the princess and carrying their belongings, Lutfi left. He left with a million wounds in his heart. Wound denied. Insulted wounds. Underrated wounds. This man's pride seems to have crashed into nowhere.
Ahhh. Lutfi didn't know what to say. Because the wounds he felt were very painful.
Splitting the distance, maybe that was just the best path for them at the moment. To realize the meaning of togetherness. To realize the meaning of marriage.
As long as Lutfi was in America, to be honest, Safira missed. However, he was comfortable with this situation.
Not thinking about Lutfi's desire to be physically united. Not having to serve Lutfi inwardly. I don't know, Safira just wanted a relationship like that. Distant, physically separated, but each other. Naya is with him. It was already the most convenient zone for Safira.
Not with Lutfi. This man is a normal man who wants a marriage bond.
Lutfi steadied the heart to stay away. Getting used to it again, his life without women. Get used to his heart again, without love. Not only for her, but also for baby Naya, Lutfi had to think about the possibility of separating Naya from the woman who had been giving her comfort.
Just a few steps Lutfi was about to get out of this convincing room, suddenly the princess cried. Crying won't go away. Crying will not part with Sapphira.
Unfortunately, Naya not only cried but also thrashed. Meronta did not want to be far from Sapphira. While Sapphira himself also did not have the heart, he immediately ran against Lutfi.
"Here, let me sleep first. It will take it in a bobo, so don't be fussy," Safira said. Speech that suffocates the neck if according to Lutfi. Although the remark sounded gentle, it contained a meal that she was subtly expelled. He was allowed to leave the house. He's totally unwanted.
Then, if it happened like this, what was it picked up for. For what all this time he sent a message that refers to love. If the reality he got is not in accordance with the reality that Lutfi experienced.
Lutfi was forced to obey Safira's words. Sitting waiting in the living room and letting Sapphira chop down the princess.
Kalut, yes at the moment Lutfi's mind feels like that. The dilemma, for sure. If the end of this marriage is a farewell, then what about Naya later.
It was impossible for him to leave Naya for Sapphira.
"Think about it later, you can definitely Lutfi. Don't be discouraged like that! Have you never felt alone. What are you afraid of?" muttered Lutfi trying to strengthen himself.
While waiting for time, Lutfi took his phone and read every message Safira had ever sent him.
Honestly, Lutfi was also afraid of misinterpreting the message. Lutfi was afraid, he was too Baper with those messages. Lutfi was afraid, she was too confident that Sapphira also loved her.
To resolve the confusion, Lutfi also deleted all messages that Safira had sent. And intend to face the reality that exists, facing what is in sight. Without expecting something that was not created for him.
Lutfi waited for almost an hour, but there was no word on whether Naya had slept. But Lutfi still tried to be patient. Not trying to find out. Because he doesn't want to be seen as impatient.
Saturated, for sure. The eyes also began to grow tired. The head starts to turn. Lutfi is hungry too. To get rid of the taste, Lutfi also chose to close his eyes.
Seriate....