PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Chapter 20's
The next day, Lutfi and Sapphira flew to America to see Zein.
On the plane that was taking them there, Safira's tears burst forth. Of course, he could not accept the disaster experienced by his beloved brother.
How not? Why does Zein always suffer. There is not a speck of happiness for the man.
"Patience, Honey. Trust me, you'll be fine!" lutfi tried to calm his wife.
"Why should brother? Why always brother? Why is he always sick? Why not just me?" safira said while crying sadly.
"Sstttt, which is to say that Man has his own destiny line, Yang. Man has his own destiny. Even if you are twins, no one will know your fate. Who knows when we get there your brother is conscious. Keep healing! We pray, Yang. I hope you get something good!" lutfi said again trying to arouse the spirit for the wife.
"It is not only his health that I am concerned about, but also about the heart. Poor brother, when will he be?" safira asked, again this beautiful woman conveyed what she thought.
"Eh, I can't say that. Allah says, never interfere in the affairs of a mate. Because it is my power. We believe that my brother's ribs are Otewe... We must believe that brother will definitely find a soul mate who loves him as he is. Who wants to accept every deficiency and excess brother as it is. Believe, Yang. That must have happened!" added Lutfi.
Sapphira wiped her tears and smiled. Trying to understand what her husband said. The good that the husband expects.
At exactly four in the morning, the plane carrying Lutfi and Safira landed safely in the country.
Not waiting for more time, Lutfi and Safira went straight to the hospital where Zein was treated.
That's right what Zein's personal driver said. That the man had indeed fallen and was unconscious. But now, the man had fallen asleep. And all the tools that stuck in his body are no longer installed. Zein's signs are past a critical period.
"Thank God, I'm relieved, Mom!" said Safira while hugging tightly the body of the husband.
"Yes, I'm also relieved, honey!" Lutfi returned the hug and kissed the woman he loved.
"Thank you, Mom, you've always been there for me, for my family, for my brother, thank you so much for everything. I love you, my husband!" safira said on the sidelines of her crying.
"Together, Honey! Brother hasn't woken up yet, should we go home first. You rest. We'll be back here!" bring Lutfi.
Feeling that what was worried did not happen, Safira finally agreed to the invitation.
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In the car that took them to Zein's apartment. Lutfi continued to tightly hug his wife's waist. Occasionally he also kissed the forehead of the woman who was currently sleeping spoiled in his arms.
This man's heart was a little trenchant to see the wife who looked exhausted. Then, when he arrived at the parking lot of the apartment he also woke the wife.
Luckily, Lutfi had no trouble waking up the beautiful woman. However, still, his name just woke up, of course the awareness and condition of the woman's body is less stable. Lutfi has to take extra care of him.
With patience, Lutfi was finally able to bring his wife into the apartment where he and Zein lived while in the country.
"He em, sorry, the bed is small!" lutfi said as she took off her jacket and clothes.
Sapphira sat down on the bed and watched what her husband did. Actually Safira was embarrassed to be caught watching the man, but unfortunately if not seen. Lutfi's body looks sexy and adorable. I don't know, Safira just likes it
"Why, shame?" ask Lutfi while taking the towel in his private closet.
"No, cook see her husband does not wear clothes to be embarrassed. Just ordinary!" safira replied lying.
Lutfi only smiled hearing the answer. Not wanting to cause misunderstandings between them, Lutfi immediately went into the bathroom.
Unfortunately, what Lutfi thought with what Safira had in mind, was different. For some reason, at this moment, this second, Safira wanted to have a wonderful memory here. In this room. With my beloved husband.
Seeing the husband about to step into the bathroom, Safira followed the man's steps. Of course, what the wife did left Lutfi astonished."Do you want to use the bathroom first?" ask this handsome guy.
"No!"
"Then, why follow. I want to take a bath, Bun," said Lutfi.
Sapphira did not answer, but she opened the bathroom door first. Then gently pull the hand of the husband and bring the man into the same place they want.
"Bun, don't be naughty. What do I want later?" lutfi asked softly, whispering spoiled in the wife's ear. Makes Safira goosebumps.
"Do what you want, my husband. I will not refuse" Safira replied, sounding soft. However, that sentence was clearly heard in Lutfi's ears.
"You sure?" asked Lutfi while stroking the wife's cheek gently.
Sapphira nodded, then she wrapped her hands around her husband's neck.
I don't know who started, in fact, right now their lips have fused together. Replying to each other's kisses for the kiss they create.
Lutfi's hand did not remain silent. Because he felt he had obtained a valid Permission Letter from his wife.
Gently, this man also began to release one by one the buttons on the clothes worn by the wife. For Sapphira, though ashamed, though afraid, he still did not refuse. Because he was convinced that he was Lutfi's right. Rights of this man.
Their game is getting hot where the water coming out of the shower flushes their bodies. The surge in the flow is increasing. Their eyes clashed, enjoying each other's innocent bodies. Sometimes they throw each other smiles, then kiss.
Not wanting to waste free time, Lutfi finally carried his wife and took her to bed. And there was the unification of the Raga that they wanted. Of course with the love and halal certificates they have.
Seriate...