PRISON LOVE For STELLA

Chapter 4 (Lutfi and Safira)

Until the dawn of Azan reverberated, Lutfi still fell asleep on the living room sofa. Looks like he's very tired. Until the azan voice that he usually heard, now he is still cool with his dreams.

Sapphira, who was awake at the time, was eager to wake her husband. But Sapphira was doubtful. Safira's afraid. Afraid that in case, Lutfi would ask him for more. Afraid that later he will not be able to resist. Safira's afraid. Anyway scared.

Five minutes passed, Safira's cell phone rang. There was the name of Mama Laila, who was none other than the mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!" welcome Safira, her voice sounds nervous. At the moment, Safira is nervous. Lips trembling.

"Why you?" ask Laila.

"No, Ma. Fira okay!" answer lies.

"Oh, okay. Here, Mama wants to ask, Lutfi has come?"

Hearing the mother ask the husband, of course Safira was getting nervous.

"She, Ma. Mas Lutfi was still sleeping," Safira replied lying. Though he did not know, Lutfi was still asleep or had already woken up.

"Oh, try waking up. Mama wants to ask him something!" laila Pinta. Spontaneous, Sapphira's eyes widened. Of course he did not believe the request.

"Fira, hello, Fira! Are you still there?" laila asked, sounding rushed.

"Yes, Ma. This Fira still exists. Wait a minute, Fira woke up first," Safira replied. Honestly, he actually did not dare to do this, but inevitably had to do it. Otherwise, Laila would be furious. What else is papa. The man usually has no tolerance for what he thinks is very important.

Slowly but surely, Safira also opened the door of his room. Then I walked into the living room to find my husband.

Safira breathed a sigh of relief, as Lutfi was still there. Lie down with a pillow and blanket she wore last night. Lutfi is still in the same position. Still haven't shifted one bit.

"Mas" he called slowly. However, Lutfi was still silent. Then he woke her up again.

"Mas," this time Safira ventured to touch the man's hand slightly. But Lutfi still did not move.

Safira was not desperate. She tried to wake her husband by touching his hand. However, this time, Sapphira was a little surprised. Because Lutfi's body feels different. His body temperature is rather high. Like hot.

Doubtful with his first touch. Safira repeated the touch. This time not in my hands. But on the forehead.

Sure enough, Lutfi's hot. His body temperature is high. "Mas," called Safira while stroking Lutfi's cheek. Still no answer.

Safira did not despair, he also reawakened Lutfi. "Mas, Mas, Mas!" Sapphira shakes the body of her husband. This time it was a bit harsh, for Lutfi to wake up immediately.

A few seconds later, Lutfi squirmed. Slowly, this man opened his eyes. Safira took less than three steps back.

"Mas," call Safira slowly.

Hearing Safira's voice calling out to him, Spontaneous Lutfi's eyes opened perfectly. Then he looked at his wife and replied, "Emmm! whahuh? Naya is bobo yes, sorry I overslept," said Lutfi while rubbing his face.

"Naya has woken up from earlier, this is mama's phone," Safira replied, while thrusting her phone at her husband.

Lutfi also took the phone, although he was hesitant. Because it belongs to Safira. Lutfi was afraid that Safira would get angry at him again.

"Missy!" pinta Safira, again with a tinge as usual.

Lutfi glanced at his wife, and she immediately welcomed the call. "Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. It's Lutfi!" lutfi said briefly.

"By, Ma. If there's a morning ticket, Lutfi leaves in the morning. If there is no most Lutfi take the afternoon. Yes Ma!" answer Lutfi according to.

"Alhamdulillah. If you still miss them, you can bring them here. Count on your honeymoon" said Laila jokingly.

Lutfi smiled wryly. Because the honeymoon that the mother-in-law said, could never happen.

"No need Ma, pity, Naya will be tired. Lutfi himself will leave. Anything else you want to order, or have Lutfi bring along?" tanya Lutfi offers.

"Oh, no. What matters is that you survived here. And can help Mama handle your brother's gauwean," said Laila spirit.

"Ready, Ma. Lutfi find a ticket first!" lutfi replied with a happy smile.

Shortly after, they ended the phone call.

Hearing the husband was about to leave the area, Safira quickly forbade. What's more at the moment, Lutfi is in a bad state.

"Mas, your body is hot, mbok ya don't go!" safira tried to remind me. Or rather, ban.

"No pa-pa. Just relax," Lutfi replied, sounding rather cold.

"But you're hot, Mas" Safira said.

Lutfi lazily replied. He also chose to tidy up the blankets and pillows he had worn last night. I don't know who gave them both things. Clearly, the item had accompanied his sleep last night.

Ahhh, bodo very, inner Lutfi. What matters to him now is work. Dispose of his son and wife as long as they are still his responsibility. The rest, Lutfi did not want to bother.

Finished tidying up the two items, Lutfi immediately searched his phone, intending to find flight tickets as early as possible. So that he could leave this place immediately.

"Mas, you're sick. It's not better tomorrow!" saffira said, intending to re-ban.

Lutfi did not answer. Because they are lazy. Why forbid to go, if in fact he is not wanted here.

This man still continues to contact one by one flight agent that he knows and finally he managed to get a flight schedule this morning. Quickly, Lutfi also moved from his seat, of course to get ready.

"Mas, I don't want you to go!" said Safira while facing right in front of the husband.

"What basis do you forbid me to go?" ask Lutfi, Again ketus. Not friendly at all.

Sapphira gulped down his saliva.

"I asked, on what basis do you forbid me?" repeated Lutfi, still with her angry gaze.

"I'm your wife, Lutfi!" safira replied, shouting a little.

Lutfi smiled cynically. Then he said, "Oh, huh? Prove it! Prove that you are my wife!" challenge this handsome guy.

Instantly, Sapphira was silent, unmoved without a word. Because he can't fight that challenge. Because he did not have the courage to prove his words were true.

Seriate....