PRISON LOVE For STELLA

Chapter 19's

Arriving at home, the house looks very quiet. Curious, Safira finally asked. Where did Naya and her nanny go.

"Naya's same nanny would be picked up with oma same opa." Lutfi smiled as the expression of the wife looked so adorable.

"What's? Kok Mas just shut up. Kok didn't say. Mama does not know, if Fira nyusulin here! Yesterday also said tell him to go home himself, tell Naya to sleep, how the hell? " safira answered, feeling strange, feeling stupid, not knowing anything about their daughter.

"Kirain mama and papa already ngabarin you, Bun. When I told him to, Naya still hadn't left. Kirain already knows." Lutfi took off his shoes, then replaced them with house slippers. Sapphira was still stunned.

"Nothing, they didn't say the same mother. Really, I didn't say anything." Safira stepped up, then helped her husband take off his jacket.

"I went to the hospital, my mom called me right away, said that if Naya was with her babysitter, she told me to go home to Batam. Poor thing he said, afraid of the contagion." Lutfi walked towards the mini kitchen of the house, then turned on the water heater. Looks like he's making some tea.

"Why would you like to do something?" ask Safira.

"You make you drink" replied Lutfi.

"Mass.I am your wife. I should have treated you. Not otherwise. Just sit down, let Fira make you drink!" safira said while taking two glasses for the two of them.

Hearing the sweet words, of course Lutfi did not want to waste time, he immediately hugged the wife from behind, and gave a sweet kiss on the nape of the woman.

Brightly, what her husband did, successfully made Safira goosebumps. But this time he did not refuse. Sapphira had promised her heart. His soul. That she would never refuse the husband's wish again.

"Bun, don't stay with me huh," Lutfi's pinta softly.

"Fira won't leave you, Mom. Until whenever!" safira replied firmly. Not to forget he also stroked the head of the husband gently. Make the husband feel comfortable with her.

"Mas!"

"Well, can you be honest?" Safira looked at her husband with love.

"Promise not to be angry!" safira Pinta.

"God willing, no, Honey. Just don't make us both lose!" lutfi replied with a spoiled smile. Still faithfully hugging the slender body of the wife.

"Fira doesn't want to go back to America anymore. Fira did not want to be away from Mas and Naya. Fira wants us to stay close!" answer Safira honestly.

Lutfi smiled at the request. How not? it turns out that having a wife who loves us is a very beautiful gift.

Not intended to distinguish, but if remembered, Safira is indeed ketus, difficult to do, but about the sense of concern, actually Safira far compared to the late first wife.

Besides they were only betrothed, the wife's family also managed to make Lutfi hurt.

While Safira, this woman did make it cracked, but Safira can still bandage the wound with seriousness to build a better household. Sapphira still has efforts to improve herself and show the world that she is a good wife.

"Fira cook yes, Mas. Would you like to eat Fira's cooking?" ask Safira gently.

"You, Honey." Lutfi still faithfully followed wherever the wife stepped. Sapphira was busy preparing drinks for her husband.

Thirty minutes passed, finally the dish Safira cooked was ready. Soon this lady served it all at the dinner table.

However, as they were about to eat the dish, Lutfi's phone rang.

Lutfi also immediately looked at the mobile number listed there. It turned out that the one who contacted him was the assistant who was guarding Zein in America.

Rumored that at this time, Zein fell in the bathroom and was unconscious.

Seriate...