PRISON LOVE For STELLA
Chapter 13 (Lutfi n Safira)
Uncomfortable with this situation, Lutfi also began to open his voice, by asking the wife.
"What time was the plane?" ask Lutfi.
"Two hours and fifteen minutes!" safira answered briefly.
"Well eat?" ask Lutfi again.
Safira.
"What do you want to eat?"
Safira.
"Loh why? Want me to go for a penny?" ask Lutfi.
Safira.
" Okay, if you don't want to eat. I'm going to bed. If you want to sleep, just sleep! Here's the blanket, pack it!" lutfi said as she opened the blanket that covered her body.
"No, I don't have to wear a blanket. It's cold, you're sick!" said Safira while tidying the blanket back into the body of the husband. Then Safira pulled the chair to get closer to her husband's bed.
Lutfi received the blanket, then he fell silent. Waiting for his wife to say what she wants.
"May I ask you something?" ask Safira.
"Sure!"
"Are you still mad at me?" safira asked while looking into the husband's eyes.
"No! I'm not angry at all. You have the right to reject me. So just relax!" lutfi replied lightly, as if she no longer wanted to argue. This man looks resigned to the fate of his household. He does not want to force. Don't want to ruin the mood. Whatever Sapphira wanted, for her it was a way out.
While Sapphira herself just looked at her husband with a pushy look. Tears are so bad, so hard to control.
"Here, don't cry! remove her tears. Bobo's here or go home. If you want to bobo here, I ask Mr. Hasan to make a blanket. If not, you are picked up. Go home, sleep in Naya's house, will you?" ask Lutfi.
Sapphira again would not answer, she just shook her head. It looks like confusion. It makes Lutfi confused.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, because Sapphira was still silent. While Lutfi himself is still waiting for the wife to express what she feels.
However, basically, waiting is the most boring moment in this world. Especially when what is expected is a certainty. That's so annoying.
Had Safira not turned him down that day, Lutfi might have asked her to go up to her bed and calm her down. Or he would get out of bed and hug the woman.
"Fira... " Lutfi looked at his wife.
"I can't understand if you're silent. Speak, say what you want. Tell me what you feel. Let's find a solution. If you keep quiet, the problem will not run!" Lutfi was still steadily intense on the woman who was now lowered her head while busily holding back her tears. Still silent, still holding on with his attitude that Lutfi could not understand.
"Try, Ra. Let's open up to each other. Tell me what you really want." Lutfi was silent for a moment, you he pu continued what was on his mind. "but I don't mean anyway, That's if you believe me. If not, I'm not pa-pa. If you want to go to Naya, you can. No pa-pa. Thanks for coming all the way. Thank you for being so kind to look at me. I've recovered, only recovered," added Lutfi, calm.
"OK. if you want me to be frank, I'll be frank. I'll tell you what I feel. I'll tell you everything in my heart and mind. So that you are satisfied! first I want you out of that alumni group!" safira Pinta.
Lutfi was silent, then smiled. He grabbed his phone and handed it to his wife. "Take it!" lutfi said, handing his phone to his wife.
Safira also took the phone and checked one by one the chat messages he was concerned about. Safira then returned the phone.
"Udah outside?" ask Lutfi.
Safira.
"Loh why? He said he wanted to!" Lutfi looked at the wife, then grabbed her hand and asked the woman to go up to her bed.
"OK, if you are still confused by what is on your mind, you better sleep. Calm your mind. Here, lay here!" take Lutfi, then shift her body, so that there is a place for the wife.
Whether this was a wrong or right decision, Lutfi just wanted to show Sapphira that he was not alone. There is him who is ready to listen to his complaints. There he was ready to be a protector and a friend as Safira wanted.
Sapphira did not refuse, she also laid her body beside her husband. Then make the man's arm as a pillow. Hugged the man tightly. Shamelessly Safira also hid her face in the armpits of the husband. Hiding his sadness there.
Lutfi himself neither refused nor asked. For Lutfi, the soul of his body belonged to Sapphira, it was up to Sapphira to do what. Lutfi. Lutfi does not want to sell expensive. So that Sapphira also understands, that the husband and wife relationship is not for playfulness. The husband and wife relationship should not put forward the ego.
No other conversation. Lutfi returned Safira's embrace. Then stroking lovingly the wife's back. There was no point, Lutfi just wanted to show this woman, that she was not angry. He was okay with that rejection. That Sapphira should not be afraid of him.
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On the other hand, Kirana and Vita deliberately did not rush home. They also agreed to find a comfortable place to exchange ideas.
"So your husband is now recovering?" ask Kirana.
"Yes! you're right, Doctor ma'am!" answer Vita.
"Okay, may the spit recover. But his development is quite good, he is strong. I'm horrified!" Kirana.
"Yes, that's how life is. The test is different, Mom!" vita said while staring loosely at the staring eyes.
"Yes, Mom. I also failed marriage, now it feels like I don't want to know the same man again. I mean for matters of the heart. I'm more comfortable myself." Kirana smiled at a glance.
"Patience, Mom. God willing your backbone is otewe," replied Vita. Then they both laughed.
Seriate...