PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Unstabbed
According to the instructions given by the friend, finally Vita arrived safely at the house intended by the friend. Unfortunately, his arrival was not so welcomed by the citizens. Seeing Vita's fashionable appearance, making the mothers there immediately blasphemed her.
"Girls today are horrified, yes" whispered one of the mothers who watched the incident that befell Safira.
At first, Vita was surprised. Talking to his mind. What's with the appearance.the feeling of wearing a t-shirt and jeans is normal. Just plus heals. It's not too high either. Strange, Inner Vita. But he understood too long. Apparently, it would be as good as we behave, we look, if the one who looks at us already does not like. So, our value will still be minus in their eyes.
Vita is not too dizzy with those unqualified babbles. He also focused on his initial goal. That's meeting Fira. Petrifying the distress of the friend, if possible. At least listen to the complaints of women who have not been reluctant to help him.
"Excuse me" said Vita when he arrived in front of Lutfi's rented house.
"Oh, yes Non. Find who?" ask one of the people guarding Lutfi's house.
"May I meet my friend, sir? Name's Safira?" ask Vita politely.
"Of course you can, Non. Please enter!" said one of the residents, while opening the room door for Vita.
Seeing the friend coming, of course, made Safira happy. The cry of this woman broke, as soon as Vita stretched out her arms, intending to give a hug. While Lutfi was silent, because he thought what the two women did was just drama.
"Here you go, cry! Just cry! let's relax!" vita hugged Safira.
Feeling that someone was shading, Sapphira immediately cried into being. Exasperatingly at the man who currently also looks troubled.
"You want to get married to me!" safira said he was upset with Lutfi. The hostile gazes of both sides re-occurred. War of argument is inevitable.
"Heh, what a smile. Marry your barbarian cake woman, it makes no difference to go to hell!" balas Lutfi no less spicy.
"What, you really are. You think I'm a torturer, so!" Sapphira immediately moved and was about to attack Lutfi. Unfortunately, Lutfi was a man of quick alertness. Not wanting to lose against the attack. Quickly, Lutfi grabbed Safira's hand and carried the fierce woman into his lap. Then lock Safira's legs with his feet and hold Safira's hands as hard as he can. Making Vita powerless to hold back laughter.
"Please jerk!" pinta Safira.
"Can you calm down? Or do I want to kiss again, huh?" threaten Lutfi began to get upset.
"Crazy basic! Watch out if you dare kiss me again. Crazyhead!" as Sapphira became increasingly unable to control his emotions.
"Eh, wait a minute. You guys ever kiss?" vita Ledek.
"No! whatan, this crazy guy's a forger!" safira replied, still with an annoyed look at the man who was currently rubbing his body.
"Make it not barbaric. You barbarians!" Lutfi is tightening his grip. Because Sapphira is getting stronger.
Unfortunately, Vita's vivacity is interrupted by the arrival of the Sapphira family. Laskar, Laila and Zein immediately judged the two lovebirds who were currently holding their laps in their eyes.
"What the fuck? You guys are not married yet, why play horses like that. The fira! No manners!" snapped Laskar while shaking his waist upset.
Spontaneous Lutfi instantly unleashed Sapphira. Sapphira herself stood up and defended herself in front of her family. Especially the old man.
"He, Pa! He made it because of. But not doing anything at all. For God's sake, Pa!" Safira cupped his hands together pleading. Begging Laskar and Laila to trust him.
"Nothing you said! So, what did Papa just see, Fira?! You are .. hah. Come on, get ready, you're getting married now. You, Lutfi, come with me and Zein, go home now. At home, there is an old man waiting for you. You're Fira, come with Mama. What a beautiful dress! Cook my bride like this!" said Laskar seriously. It seemed serious, because there was not a single smile on his lips.
"Pa, I beg you! Don't marry us, Pa. Fira does not love him, Pa," Safira pleaded. The crying again adorned the face of the ayu. Safira was really scared right now.
"You're at the stake where papa's mom's face is, Fira. You've caught the people. You've embarrassed your mother, your brother too. Holy hooch! How do you tell this kid to understand, Pa!" laskar was confused. Back this middle-aged obedient man showed his disappointment to the princess.
"But really, Pa. Fira and Lutfi did not do what the people accused them of. For God's sake, Pa!" safira answered still trying to make her parents believe.
"Okay, Papa believes in you. Okay, if you say you don't admit what they're accusing you of. But, can you prove that you didn't?" reply Laskar did not want to lose.
Safira. For he could not answer the rebuttal of his father.
"Know ah!" safira replied frustratedly. Even though he was upset, he stomped his feet so that everyone would believe that he did not do such an unspeakable act. While from Lutfi's side it was clear that this man was very tired. Never want to reply to the word to defend yourself, breathing also feels tight. Very-very crowded.
Not wanting to talk too much, Lutfi finally approached Laskar and said, "Lutfi is ready for responsibility, Om. If you all want Lutfi to marry Fira, then Lutfi will marry her." Lutfi looks sad.
"That's dong! From the cake. It's delicious! Don't pack all the fuss." Laskar directly coded Zein to read the groom-to-be to go with her.
"Come, Ma. Bring your bad boy here, and dance him as pretty as you can. Papa doesn't want Papa's daughter to be a beautiful woman at his wedding!" pinta Laskar again.
Safira is not warty. Laskar is so good at playing a role. Not only Laskar, Laila and Zein were the same. They are very good at playing with Safira's feelings.
But not with Vita, seeing the friend fighting for his freedom makes Vita a little less agree with this forced marriage. I don't know, Vita just feels smug. Then, the idea came to Zein, and invited the man to free Sapphira from this marriage.
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