PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Chapter 5 (Lutfi and Safira)
Not wanting to get too late in a fight that is not good, Lutfi also chose to go to the back room. The room he used to use when he was the family's personal driver, of course, to clean himself. Because the plane that will take him to Makassar will fly at exactly 9.40 local time. Safira was crying in her private room. Because, according to him, Lutfi is outrageous. Not at all to understand himself.
Unwilling to understand the fear that had been suppressing him all this time.
"Basic evil! Men are insensitive!" as if Sapphira was upset. Several times he was seen wiping away the rough tears. Then back to crying. Drown in his own mind. He was swept away in the fear he had been hiding.
A few minutes later, Safira was still immersed in thoughts that blamed Lutfi.
However, the thought was spoiled when Naya's nanny knocked on her bedroom door.
"What's up, Sus?" safira asked when the nanny looked more presentable than usual.
"Sorry, Mom. I was asked by my father to pick up the clothes of my sister" said Naya's nanny.
Safira frowned confusedly. Because she thinks Naya's nanny is weird. "Take a dress, is there in the room?" safira asked still with astonished thoughts.
"She, Mom. But less, said the father told him to bring all the clothes adek," replied the nanny again.
Of course the answer made Safira more astonished and confused. What's the matter? Could it be that the insensitive man wanted to take Naya to Makassar? ask interior.
Instantly, Sapphira opened the door and ran to find the man who dared to challenge her.
"Lutfi, I want to talk!" said Safira with a sharp tone. Just like before the brand got married.
Relaxed, Lutfi handed Naya over to her nanny and took her by the hand, leading her into the room.
"That's it, peeling!" Safira pulled her hand rough. Angry, annoyed, sebel, furious, all the flavors mixed into one.
"What do you want then?" ask Lutfi to follow impatiently.
Safira looked at the husband's eyes. I wish Lutfi could understand what he was thinking. Hope Lutfi understands the worry he feels.
"Why silence?" ask Lutfi annoyed.
"I'm wrong again! What the hell are you, Ra? I insist you cry. I'm gentle you don't understand. Astaghfirullah Safira, how should I take you?" Lutfi rattled his waist in annoyance. A quick look at his wife, who he thinks is spoiled but doesn't know where.
"Don't cry, wipe away your tears. I won't be consumed by your tears." Lutfi was upset. For in fact he could not bear to see tears dripping from the eyes of the woman he loved.
Sapphira said she wiped her tears. However, he still did not want to back down with his goal. He still wants Lutfi to obey him.
"Don't go!" safira Pinta. Shrewd but serious.
Lutfi smiled cynically. It's always like that. In fact, his reality is not like what he always shows on social media. Just make sprains.
"Tell me? What would require me to stay?" lutfi asked, this time Lutfi refused to budge. Because Sapphira is outrageous. He did not understand his feelings at all. Want it. In fact, Sapphira also could not accept himself as a husband, both in terms of heart, mind, and physical.
Safira could not answer. Because he has no answer to Lutfi's question.
"You can't answer, can you? Never mind, there is no point in arguing. We both know the portion of each. You want to marry me just for Naya. Okay well, no problem. As long as you're comfortable with Naya, fine. I will not disturb your togetherness. About us, let us stay like this. I already know enough about your expectations for this marriage. So you just calm down. I, Lutfi, will keep my limits, Ra. Until you get bored with Naya. And returned my girl to me. Pleased!" Lutfi glanced in annoyance at Safira.
While the woman just looked down sluggish. Confused, not knowing what to answer.
Tired of facing the woman who knew what she wanted, Lutfi said goodbye. "I'd better go, Ra. My flight's in a minute. I borrowed Naya for a few days. I miss him too. I hope you understand!" lutfi. He chose to leave this room. Leave this house.
Lutfi didn't leave for no reason. He raised Sapphira with the intention that the woman would think. Marriage is not a toy. Marriage is the union of two souls, two bodies. Then, if he denies it, like a relationship is called marriage. Isn't that ridiculous.
Lutfi left Sapphira also had a hope. May the wife realize that they need each other. We need each other to heal. Healing will be the wound of loss. Healing wounds will be disappointment.
Healing the wounds of love.
However, the ego that the wife has is too high. So that Lutfi has no other way, other than to teach a harder lesson to the wife.
Seriate....
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