PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Sapphira's Openness
It did not feel like a week Lutfi and Safira lived in Ujung Pandang. Nothing significant happened between them. Every morning, before leaving for work, Lutfi took the time to cook for his son and wife. Helping Sapphires clean their homes. Safira takes care of Naya and takes care of her clothes. They have agreed to the division of duties as long as there is no domestic assistant who wants to work for them.
That morning, as usual, Lutfi was cooking in the kitchen. Safira was cleaning the living room.
Lutfi deliberately chose a house that was not too big for them. Because he knew, finding a housekeeper was very difficult now. Moreover, they are new citizens here.
However, there was one thing Lutfi did not expect. A princess like Sapphira, would do homework. Even without hesitation, the woman was willing to wash and iron her clothes. Sapphira looks like an ordinary woman who was born from an ordinary family.
"Already, Ra. Don't tire. Later I can be sprayed with aunty, if I see her daughter tortured like her husband," said Lutfi while asking for a broom and mop cloth in Safira's hands.
"Don't be lazy, I used to work like this. You don't know yeah, I used to be a bum in Sydney. Find your own food. Lives alone. Work at the restaurant from morning till the mallem. Just for what? A bribe of rice, Bro," Safira replied with a smile.
Lutfi frowned, astonished by the wife's reply. Lutfi also thought it was just a joke.
"Don't lie ah, Ra. Not funny to know!" reply Lutfi began even.
"I don't believe it. Where is there a beautiful and sexy woman like a boong. You don't know anything about me. It's stupid again, to play with marriage. Nyesel is you now, have an ex-vice wife" Safira replied. Of course, the answer of the successful wife made the curious blood of Lutfi rise.
"What are you talking about, Ra? Not very clear. Where there are rich parents, their children are abandoned homeless. You are really talking about ah!" reply Lutfi while removing the two cleaning tools.
"Currently, don't believe. I told you, you don't know anything about me. I'm not as perfect as you think. I told you, I was pregnant out of wedlock. College did not graduate. There was an accident and a coma for a month. Papa's mom was angry, and then I was banished to Sydney. Just stay there I'm a vagrant. Seriously I'm not lying" Safira replied casually.
This time, this ayu woman did not want to cover anything from Lutfi. After all, Safira did not care, if Lutfi would currently divorce her. For Sapphira whatever will happen to eat happens.
Want now or later, if the farewell is the best, why postponed. Yeah, right? .
"You don't fuck around, Ra. I know it's just your wits so I can let you go, right?" lutfi said in disbelief.
Safira laughed, because Lutfi's face was so tense. He knew that his husband would be upset with him.
"Not so hard, Fi. I am a dirty woman. What I told you is the truth. I don't want to cover anything from you. I don't want to cheat you. I don't want to lie about myself to anyone, especially to you. Because I know you're a good man and deserve a good woman, too. For you and for the mother of your children." Safira reverses the body. His heart is so broken now. In the end, he was able to uncover who he really was. Sapphira did not expect that it would be this brave. But, he's relieved. Because it's best for them.
Lutfi did not want to half hear this news. He wanted to know exactly how it could happen to him. There must be a reason. And Lutfi wanted Sapphira to explain this clearly. So that he himself does not misjudge this.
Not waiting for more time, this man immediately followed the wife to their private room. It looks like Safira is tidying up the clothes that were ironed last night. Gently, Lutfi also pulled Safira's hand and invited the woman to sit on her bed. Because, in Safira's bed there is Naya who is still asleep.
"What's wrong? Are you married to me?" safira asked with a big smile.
However, Lutfi was not stupid. He knew that the smile of his wife was only to cover the heart wounds he was feeling.
"Please explain to me what you said!" soft Lutfi pinta.
"Which word? You heard everything. Yes that's me. So yes so," Safira replied still persisting with her silly attitude.
"I know you didn't want this wedding, Ra. At least please don't use that stupid excuse to ask me to leave you. Is there any other reason than to lie?" lutfi. Again, his voice sounded soft. There's not a bit of rough tone there. Then how can a Sapphira burden a man as good as this with all the problems he has had so far.
"I'm not lying, Lutfi. If you don't believe, prove it yourself. For God's sake, I'm not a virgin. I was pregnant once. Look at this, it's a scar I got in an accident and lost my baby," safira answered while showing the scar of the cesarean section knife he had experienced and some wounds on the shoulder of the stitches that were still not lost.
Lutfi glanced at the scar the wife showed. Then quickly, Lutfi closed Safira's stomach.
"Then, what do you want now? Are you you we're still apart?" lutfi's fishing rod is a little upset.
"Yes, I'm just kind of whirring. You are the loser, not my virginity. The rest of the people. You are the one who lost. Aren't you? If I get you a lot of profit. There's Naya the beauty," Safira still looks relaxed. But, Lutfi knew very well that right now the soul of this pretentious lady must be injured. And Lutfi felt, right now, he was the one who was obligated to treat her.
"What if I don't want us to separate?" lutfi Fishing.
Safira looked towards her husband. Her eyes looked in wonder at the man who married her a few weeks ago. How no? He just did not expect, if Lutfi would maintain this marriage. He already knows how bad it is. Could it be that Lutfi had bad intentions in this marriage? Safira dilemma.
Seriate....