PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Chapter 18 (Lutfi n Safira)
Lutfi refused to go back into the hospital again. He wants to go home. Go home to a place where he and his wife can do anything. Free to talk about anything. Moreover, it can avoid women who should not be allowed into their households.
"Here, Mas, Fira's the one with the car!" pinta Safira while taking the keys from her husband.
"The car is manual, can you?" ask Lutfi.
"Can!" Safira smiled sweetly. Then, the two of them immediately got into Zein's car.
"Great to be manual!" kanda Lutfi's.
Safira smiled shyly.
"Eh, but your clothes and stuff?" safira asked while wearing their seatbelt.
"Udah is taken care of with Grace.
Yuk .." take Lutfi impatiently.
"Yes." Yeah." Safira smiled again. This time the smile of this beautiful woman looks different, because she had seen the Rose quarrel with Lutfi officials.
"Why do you keep smiling?" ask Lutfi wonder.
"No, kok mas instead run away, it's accompanied by beautiful girls, sexy, gemoy, bohay," joked Safira began to step on the accelerator.
"I'm not a bachelor, Ra. I already have a child. What else my daughter a girl. I have a wife too. Honestly, I was surprised just now that you were quiet, even leaving. Next time don't do it. It's called letting demons into our palace!" lutfi said, in a relaxed tone. But Safira knew that the husband was serious.
Safira smiles. "Sorry Fira yes, Mas. Fira was ...." Safira threw her gaze to the side. Hiding smile.
"That guy, what? You why?" ask Lutfi lugu.
"No.... Fira is okay! Fira just sped up," he replied honestly.
Spontaneous, Lutfi smiled. The wife looks natural when jealous. Signs of the virus of love have indeed penetrated perfectly in their hearts.
"Now, want anyone. Want it to you, we must not give the same condition. We are husband and wife, yes I told you frankly. Good thing Kirana was free, so I asked her to make you." Lutfi grabs the wife's hand, then kisses her with love.
"Yes, Kiran was also the story, sorry I was wrong too. Fira shouldn't have given anyone to you. You and Naya are mine. Forever. Until whenever!" Safira reciprocated the spoiled treatment of the husband by stroking the husband's cheek gently that looks thin.
"I'm angry with him too. After all, she could have ngladenin May. I know that girls are aggressive. I, if you already want it she may not marry her mother Naya. It's nothing, Ra. I'm afraid I can't be a good priest to him. I was afraid I could not guide him. I am ultimately a sin. Aye!" lutfi said this time he was serious.
"Do you know the characteristics of a good girl?" lutfi Fishing.
"Yes, how?" Safira frowned.
"Good girls are girls who take good care of themselves. Do not speak softly to the opposite sex who is not mahromnya.But sweet when already a halal partner. Like you!" lutfi replied a little seducing.
Sapphira smiled shyly, because, he remembered correctly how his judes he used to be with Lutfi. "Can it have to be! Ntar if we are not fierce that there is a guy that is talking. It's a shame Fira!" said this beautiful woman.
Lutfi smile. It feels beautiful to be able to chat freely like this with his wife. I don't know, Lutfi's happy.
"Yes,Yang. Sorry, I didn't tell you. We go home to my ex-brother. The old house is renovated. Papa said tell sewain. Than the empty. It's good to add your shopping money," said Lutfi.
"Kok my shopping money, did Mas already give all of Mas's salary to me. That's more than enough, Mom! that's it, Fira too" Safira replied with a sweet smile.
"You need to wear it as you like! I'll be back again!" answer Lutfi lightly.
"Why love all income to me, not afraid of me what?" safira Fishing.
"No, end it. I'll look for you as well as Naya. Make your happiness. To meet your needs!" lutfi replied, Relax again. Light as if without burden.
"No, Mas. Cook up." Safira was silent for a moment. Same with Lutfi. They are both silent. But actually, they have a desire that they want to convey to each partner.
"Emmmmm, Mum ...."
"Yes ..." Lutfi looked at his wife. Safira was still focused on the road ahead of him.
"Turn back to America, right?" safira asked, actually she was afraid to ask about this. Because he did not want to be judged forbid and interfere about the work of the husband.
"I think back, why?" Lutfi fixed his sitting position then, glancing at the strange wife. Because after hearing the answer from him, the look on his face turned sour.
"Cock silent, why?" ask Lutfi again.
Safira did not answer, he just shook his head lazily. However, his eyes can not lie, that he was not willing if the husband went far from him. Safira didn't want that. Safira really didn't want to. Do not want if the marriage he lived just as a mere formality. Safira wanted, this marriage was actually a marriage. She could serve her husband every day, and then see him every moment. In essence, Safira only wanted to, Lutfi was always by his side. Whether it's in good or hard circumstances.
Seriate...