PRISON LOVE For STELLA

Barbarian Woman

Arriving at the police station, Safira again impatient. She quickly stepped in to get to where her husband is now. Of course, other than wanting to know what was really going on, he also wanted to scold the man. Why not answer a message at once why contact someone else. Not himself. Safira was upset, he was so unaccepting of it.

"Please put my daughter down, Bang! Fira wanted to see the man's reaction seeing Fira's face being annoyed at him!" pinta Safira with anger that re-peaked.

Zein did not answer what his brother said. He just complies. Took the little baby from the grumpy woman's arms. But in his heart he laughed, how not? Isn't Lutfi used to seeing his angry face, then what's special. Aye right?

Zein followed Safira's impatient steps. This man is just relaxed while playing with his nephew. But he also can't wait to see the exciting show of these two strange lovebirds. Zein can't wait to see Lutfi being attacked by a lioness who's ready for her prey.

Sure enough, when he reached the room where Lutfi was, Safira immediately folded her hands and stared intently at the husband.

"Bun!" greeting Lutfi nervously. How not? He already knew that Safira must be angry with him at this moment. Because he knew, he gave no news.

"What, bun-bun? I'm not your wife, am I? Your wife is brother! Yes there you call a bun aja to brother," said Safira annoyed. Still with an angry look at the man.

"Don't do it, honey. My phone was seized with the police. I only remember my brother's cell phone number. Sorry, yes! I'm sorry," Lutfi replied honestly. While stroking the shoulder of the sulking woman.

Hearing the husband's answer, Sapphira's emotions instead subsided. This woman looks even more furious. How could? A husband who is remembered is someone else's cell phone number. Not the wife's cell phone number.

"You're too much Lutfi, which we remember is my brother's cell phone number. Not my cell phone number! Oh, my God, you really are, Lutfi..." Safira was getting sulky.

"It's wrong again" muttered Lutfi, this man immediately came to his grumpy wife, then pulled the woman to sit next to him.

"Lo gini, Bun. Not that I meant to torture you. But right now, I'm honestly confused by the police charge against me. So it breaks down what is in my mind. Not that I don't know a cell phone number, Mother. But really, when the police gave me time to call my family, only my brother's cell phone number came up. I'm sorry, I really didn't lie" Lutfi replied honestly. His tone was also soft, so that the wife was not angry anymore.

Safira was silent, just staring intently at the man who this day and night worried her. Making his mind drift to think of the bad possibilities that might happen to him.

"Here, here .. Don't be angry again huh. I just didn't expect it, Bun, if it's going to be this complicated. I intend well. I'm the one who broke him. Who took the victim to the hospital. Cook me for the one accused. Where her son had not been so conscious until now. How do I prove that I am innocent. Where it happened on the lonely road. No proof, Ataghfirullah!" said Lutfi began to be frustrated with the situation that happened to him at this time.

"Patience, Fi. I'm looking for someone who can help you. Hopefully the families of the victims can accept and understand what really happened to their family members" Zein replied trying to cool the mood.

"Hopefully, Bang. They should know I'm not wrong. The car that I was carrying had no traces of people crashing. Why am I accused of hitting people. Ahhh, what a sprain!" lutfi replied inexhaustibly.

Unfinished they argued, suddenly came a woman dressed in fashionable clothes approaching them. Staring intently at Lutfi, Zein and Sapphira.

"Sorry, Mom. We have not named him as a suspect. But there is an indication he is the suspect" the officer replied.

"Oh, so this guy!" replied the woman cynically.

Getting an unpleasant treatment, Lutfi also did not accept. With courage, he immediately fought against the injustice he received.

"You don't make a shit, sir. I helped the woman and took her to the hospital. It was not me who committed no such crime. It's delicious, just like you!" replied Lutfi trying to fight and defend himself.

"What I'm saying is an indication, Father. Hope you calm down! If you can prove that, not you, we will definitely release you. You don't have to worry" replied the officer again.

"Once my time is up, will you be able to return it? Keep angering my wife, can you guys calm her down? You think I'm what? Good intentions avenged insults like this, crazy bastard!" lutfi replied that she could not control her emotions.

"It's customary, Mom. Don't have to be stubborn. His father also said, if it is not the situation that does not apply, it must be freed. That's how angry!" replied the woman in fashionable clothes, not to be outdone.

"The problem is not that, Ma'am. I am the nolongin. Why am I being accused. It doesn't make any sense at all" Lutfi replied.

"Yes patient, I am. They are looking for evidence again. The one who should be angry here is me, because you have made my sister unconscious so. You crazy man!" the woman replied annoyed.

Brightly, again treated unfairly, Lutfi also returned to voice the contents of his mind.

"Mbak. I am the one who nolongin. Take her sister, Mommy to the hospital. Astarghfirullah.... If I crash, my car must have a trace, Ma'am. Or maybe I throw away my sister if I have evil intentions. Why should I be tired of looking for things, yes," replied Lutfi annoyed.

The woman was the same, she returned to reply to what Lutfi said. It seemed that this woman also did not like the defense that Lutfi had done.

"You can take my sister to the hospital, let me think of a helper. But you did it" answered the woman, as she had heard.

Tired of feeling Lutfi's soul and body repeat every word of defense that he said. Free, because according to him, what he faces are deaf fools.

Seriate...