PRISON LOVE For STELLA

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Safira looked at the man she was about to be betrothed to with a blasphemous look of course. How not? Safira remembered very well, that the man was one of the men who was chasing after him. In fact, Sapphira also knew, that the man who gave orders to all his friends to pursue Sapphira.

If at this time there were neither his parents nor their colleagues. Maybe Safira had cursed the man. Or maybe strangle him, to have the man deterred. So as not to be arbitrary to the woman he just met.

Before the core event of their meeting was announced, first the two Laksa parents entertained them. Of course with dishes that are not cheap. However, Sapphira did not want to touch the food at all on the grounds that she was on a diet.

"Loh, Fira why don't you eat?" ask Kinan.

"Sorry, Tan. Not disrespect, but Fira again avoids night food," Safira replied, but if to be honest, he is very hungry. However, nausea when looking at the face of a man who continues to smile.

Safira is not a stupid girl who just gives up. He was looking for a way to escape this encounter by pretending to have an upset stomach.

"Fira, what's wrong with you, son?" laila asked, suspicious of seeing the princess grimacing while holding her stomach.

"It looks like Fira dapet, Ma," Safira replied lying. I wish my mother would tell him to go home.

"I'm taking you home!" laska Tawar.

"Oh thank you, you're so nice. But no need, in front there is a papa driver. If you want to bring mom with my dad later, yes. Ma, Fira come back first. It hurts so much" Safira said as she squeezed her stomach.

Everyone understands that. Because it is a common problem for every woman in fertile times. They cannot refuse that request. With a big heart, they all allowed Sapphira to leave the restaurant and go home.

Unfortunately, Laksa was no less resourceful. He asked his men to follow Safira. Did the girl really come home or just avoid it.

Knowing Laksa's foul wits, Safira immediately got into the car and asked the driver to take him home.

"The meeting's over, Mom?" ask Lutfi confused.

"Mom, I'm not your mother. Fuck up!" answer Safira ketus.

"I'm sorry" said Lutfi.

"Quick we're out of here. That jerk was here. I'm sure he must have told someone to follow us" Safira said.

"Well, ma'am," replied Lutfi according to.

Safira looked up in anger. Lutfi called her mother. Is her face like that of a mother?

Fuck up! as Sapphira in heart. Reluctant to argue, this beautiful woman also focused her eyesight. Who knows what he suspects will come true.

"Is there anything that sues us?" safira asked the driver.

"really? I don't trust a man like him. Fucking criminals!" sapphires umpat.

Lutfi was silent, This man chose silence. Because free. What the employer's thoughts and opinions are usually the absolute truth. And what himself? Just a worker. Is not the worker a wrong place and forgets for those who have power.

Safira was silent for a moment, then he again glanced at the driver who could be said to be cool for the size of the driver.

"Oh, what's your name?" ask Safira. Sounds a little disrespectful. But Lutfi understood that. Wasn't the woman beside him this was the master. Ma's employer is free.

"I, Lutfi, Ma'am," replied this man lightly.

"Oh, Lutfi. So you're papa's driver. The driver was hesitating," said Safira annoyed. Lutfi was silent. It's free to serve someone who basically doesn't like it. After all, her work had nothing to do with this young lady. He works for his papa. The one who paid him was that middle-aged man. Not this young lady. Thought Lutfi.

Seeing the Lutfi residence, presenting its own fad for the ayu woman.

"By the way, the clothes you gave me, whose clothes? Your wife?" Safira looked curiously.

Lutfi did not want to answer that question. He remained silent and concentrated on the road ahead of him.

"You're so arrogant, you're rarely willing to answer. Watch you! Once again I asked, and you didn't answer. I'll tell papa let you get fired!" threaten Safira is upset.

Lutfi was seen breathing deeply. It seemed that he had to increase his patience with this temprament woman.

"I'm not arrogant, Mom. It's just, I feel entitled to answer what I need to answer and silence, on something I don't need to answer." Lutfi refocused on his wheel.

"Yes, that's called being arrogant. You should have answered all my questions. I asked, how is it?" gerutu Sapphira's.

Lutfi did not want to be too dizzy with the threat of Safira. For him, if his sustenance is in this house. Then everything will go fine. And vice versa, if his provision was not in the house of Sapphira. Without Sapphira complaining and saying anything, she would have left the house.

This guy is trying to keep boundaries. He did not want to be lured with the threats of the master's daughter. Which he thinks is not very important.

***

In another corner of the room, Stella and Vita agree to bring their mother back to Indonesia on the advice of Sera and Juan.

Juan was willing to take the mother, the wife continued to the psychiatrist who had handled Stella at the time.

Vita himself can't do much. He could only obey his brother-in-law. This decision is the best decision for all of them.

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