PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Bother but Make Happy
What Lutfi feared was true. Just fifteen minutes into the drive, Lutfi felt his wife's body fall onto his shoulders. Soon, the woman's body was taken off. Lutfi suspected that the fierce lady must have fallen asleep.
Not willing to take the risk, finally this handsome man also parked his motorbike. After that Lutfi took off the jacket he was wearing to tie the body of this fierce woman with his body so that nothing untoward happened.
"Basar is hard to say," grumbled Lutfi with a funny smile.
It was not only this time that Safira fell asleep while driving with her. But tonight he thought it was the most memorable. Because Lutfi feel free to touch or bring their bodies closer. Since from tonight they are a halal couple. Safira is his. His right. Religion and law. So they are legitimate if they decide. Don't we?
Finished binding the body of the wife, Lutfi also began to do the vehicle again. This time it was slower than the first. In Lutfi's mind, the peting them survived to the destination.
Fifteen minutes passed, and they finally arrived at Lutfi's rented house. Alone, maybe Naya and her nanny are asleep.
Lutfi also parked his vehicle in the usual place. Slowly, he untied his jacket. After that, he went down carefully. So that the wife is not surprised and wake up.
Not waiting for more time, he immediately carried this barbarian woman on his back. Then take her to her private room.
"Basic of the troublesome handyman. Just watch out tomorrow if you get angry is not clear !" speak of Lutfi again. Then he immediately turned on the air conditioner and covered the wife's body with his blanket.
Lutfi stared intensely at the face of the ayu woman. In fact, the woman who was always disrespectful to him turned out to have a very beautiful face. Sweet and adorable. Spoiled and sometimes annoying. However, those annoying traits are what make Lutfi sometimes homesick
Lutfi secretly liked those traits.
Once again, for some reason, staring at Safira's face the blood maleness of Lutfi appeared. I want to feel he enjoys the red lips of this spoiled woman's bed.
Not wanting to lose this precious moment, Lutfi finally realized his desire. First he kissed Safira. Fragrant, inner Lutfi. Then he pulled out the hair of this woman. He peeked back at the woman he married a few hours ago. Happy, that's the feeling buried by the father of one child.
Safira was still, unmoved, showing no reaction. Still sleeping in a dream. Feeling the situation was favorable for him, then Lutfi also re-launched his action by inhaling the fragrant aroma of Sapphira smooth cheeks. Both smooth cheeks and nose pointed Safita did not escape from the kiss.
Lutfi smiled winning. Feeling the condition is still safely under control, Lutfi continued his mischief. The sweet lips she wanted.
After being satisfied with his mischief, he went to Naya's room, to take the little girl and take her to her room like the nights before.
Inside the room, the woman was still asleep in a dream. Lutfi doesn't want to bother. He immediately laid baby Naya beside the beautiful woman.
Segaja, lay Naya on the woman's arm. Then, tilt the wife's body. Hugging Naya. So that, when he woke up tomorrow, Safira did not clump him stingy again.
After that, Lutfi decided to clean up.
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The next day....
But when he held the forehead
It felt like something cold was stuck there. Safira also opened her eyes slowly while lifting the cold thing on her forehead.
Surprised, of course. How not? attached to his forehead was a small, wet towel. Safira remembers, actually, what happened to her.
Sapphira grew confused when she saw a little girl who was babbling on her own with her toys. Safira smiles. He soon realized that he was not home but in the house of the man who married him last night. Safira immediately kissed and clenched the girl's squash.
However, the action got a reprimand from Lutfi made Safira a little upset.
"Don't kiss! You're sick again. Later on again!" lutfi said as he folded the prayer rugs he used for dawn prayers.
Safira instantly turned around and stared hostilely at this annoying man.
"Eh, am I sick? No!" safira replied.
"It doesn't hurt! Try to hold his forehead," replied Lutfi, then without permission he sat next to his wife.
Of course, what Lutfi, was able to make Safira misbehave. How not? right now he was on his back, then there was a handsome, fragrant man sitting beside him. Dunk the towel into a bucket of water, then squeeze it. Put the towel on his forehead. Isn't that a pretty thrilling situation?
"You're far ah, don't be so whacky!" pinta Safira while pushing Lutfi's thigh.
"When I stay away, who will compress you. The body is so hot, it's not clear. People can't sleep!" lutfi replied a little grumbling.
Sapphira was silent. However, keep glancing, challenging. I cannot accept if the enemy wins.
"What lyrics. Basic handyman. It's recalcitrant!" said Lutfi while putting a compress on the forehead of the wife.
"I'm not a stubborn dih! The medicine will also heal!" safira replied that he would not lose.
"The problem isn't that, you don't pity that little boy beside you? He can't be bobo because you're not nervous. Thankfully, he was not fussy!" reply Lutfi.
"If he doesn't sleep, then you don't sleep?" ask Safira.
Lutfi did not answer. He chose to move from his seat and change his current clothes, into house clothes. Sapphira only looked at her husband. Safira. I don't know why he's happy. It was a pleasure to see Lutfi this close. I could see the man in the morning. Yes, no denying that Safira likes the atmosphere of the morning today.
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