Marriage Contract Letter

Assistant has no morals

Apparently, Ibra felt strong, wanted to open the door, and there was Zayn standing with a grin.

"You?" Ibra pointed towards Zayn.

"Yes, me!" pointing to himself.

"Why did you come all the way here?" staring intently.

"Em ... not asked to enter first?" Zayn dyed in.

Ibra looked inwards, then told Zayn to come in. "OK, in?"

Zayn went into Ibra's room, saw Laras was tidying up the paper bag. "Morning, Miss?" nod respectfully.

"Morning too." Laras scrunched his forehead. He thinks that Zayn's tumben came to that place.

"You're going to pick us up, aren't you going to the side?" ibra's voice from behind Zayn.

Zayn sat down first before answering Ibra's question. "No ah, it's normal, it's noon." While looking at the barrel from the legs to the ends of the hair.

The barrel sitting on the edge of the bed felt awkward finding Zayn's gaze that way.

Ibra who saw Laras like that put his foot forward, standing in front of Laras so as to block Zayn's view.

Zayn grinned. "Boss, I'm looking at such a beautiful window boss, why are you standing there?" Zayn.

"Alaah .. Just why are you." Ketus Ibra is back.

"Abang, hungry?" Lirih Laras shaking Ibra's hand.

"Yes, honey. We're leaving now.check again is anyone left behind?" said Ibra while wailing stuff when someone missed.

"It looks like there is no more, the phone has been my pocket, bag and wallet I put paper bag, Brother's phone is also I hold." Baras gave Ibra's cell phone.

Because it was in taste, no one left behind, Ibra held Laras' hand. "Zay, are we leaving now?" Zayn.

"I just came boss, not yet suguhi drink, or eat that? play with me. How's this?" gerutu Zayn's.

"We haven't had breakfast yet, will we have breakfast?" ibra stood by the door.

"Well ... what a coincidence, I haven't had breakfast either." Zayn said.

"Eat him don't mengedumel, rich mouth women only, here hotel, not home. If not at home in suguhi take it yourself." Connect Ibra.

"Abang, you also nagged the rich woman huh," whispered Laras chuckling.

"Listen .. said your wife, now you're a prank, not as cool as you used to be. Miss ... Your husband used to be cool, now his mouth is rich mother-and-mom." said Zayn. Making Laras round his eyes at Ibra.

"You have brought a lot of change to Ibra, Miss." added Zayn.

Laras sees Zayn and Ibra alternating, giving her inverted smile of feeling funny.

Ibra stared fixedly at his wife and kissed her hand which she was holding.

"Ehem, go ah. .. afraid of disturbing," said Zayn as he lifted all the paper bags out of the room.

It was followed by Ibra who continued to hold Laras. After taking care of the room rental payment, they left the hotel.

The car is parked out front, and the driving force is Zayn. Ibra opened the door for Laras and Ibra entered. Sitting next to Laras, after both of them wear seat belts. The car is traveling at medium speed.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant, then they got down and entered the restaurant. The barrel came down from the car with the feet of a barefooted nyeker.

"Did you?" call Laras while shaking Ibra's walking hand.

"Hem?" stop his steps and look at the wife who is two steps behind Ibra.

"Look at my feet, don't wear sandals!" pointing feet.

"Yes, we'll eat, we'll go shopping, baby." Sahut ibra while looking at the legs of Laras.

Zayn who was close to the door of the resto, stood waiting, turned to his boss who was still standing not far from the parking lot.

Then Ibra pulled Laras in. "Let's go in, he said hungry, but it's hot."

They sat down and ordered food. Incidentally in the seafood restaurant there is seafood meatballs. "Honey, there's seafood meatballs, won't you?"

"No want ah, want a sauce meatball in the wagon," said Laras shook his head slowly.

"Yes .. if you don't want another message" said Ibra.

Zayn chose his breakfast, occasionally seeing his boss and wife. The breakfast negotiations, until it is difficult to determine what to eat? they ordered seafood for both. Before the order comes, be served with fries and a glass of drink.

Baras did not miss the dish and ate it. Waiting for the food to come.

"Yes, young lady hasn't bought any sandals yet?" ask Zayn who just remembered that Laras nyeker.

"Not yet" said Laras while looking down at his feet.

"Kasians, kasian .. the boss of the kebangetan. The wife has no sandals, not buyin. Even here, it's hot weather stomping on the boss's hot floor" Zayn said. Laras nodded and both turned towards Ibra.

Netra Ibra's eyes glared at Zayn who just talked as if cornered himself. "There is no time for Zayn .." full of emphasis by mentioning the name Zayn while tightening the teeth.

"Darling, right now want to buy, after eating. We're shopping. Where was the night I bought it." Ibra glanced at his wife who was enjoying french fries.

Laras stopped eating, immediately staring fixedly at her husband. Ibra who clenched her teeth again, immediately heard Zayn's words just now. It felt like he was eager to throw the plate towards his assistant.

"No, it'll stay the same." Ketus Ibra while throwing face. There was anger on his face.

Zayn had a sinless face. While sucking his drink, the netra of his eyes saw the atmosphere around.

Laras. Seeing Ibra getting angry, Laras gave a drink that he sucked. Ibra turned her eyes to the drink, and then she sucked it out. Baras smiled seeing it.

Finally the order came and they ate with it. Sometimes Ibra and Laras feed each other, they look very happy.

"Oh .. I feel like a mosquito here, right?" muttered Zayn in between his meals.

"Eat he had a partner." - Ibra.

"Miss, find dong, a woman as beautiful as you, if necessary .. you also do not pa-pa so that the former boss ju-"

Jeduk!

The sound of Ibra's foot kick to Zayn's calf which was immediately accompanied by Zayn's screech. "Sick .. You have so much heart," Zayn grimaced in pain.

Baras gasped to see Ibra and Zayn alternating. "Absite ...."

"It's not me, but you're the insolent one. Seduce people's wives" Ibra grumbled as she drank a glass of water.

"sickness, Miss. Your husband is so fierce like this," said Zayn holding his calf that hurts.

"Oh, I'm sorry?" The barrel sees the kasian on Zayn.

"Eat him. Keep your mouth shut, as long as you say, Sukurin! basic assistant no morals."

"Ah, boss musta .. I sue at the office later." Timpal Zayn rubbed his calves that hurt right through the bone.

Then they continued their breakfast. After that Ibra moved and shifted her chair. Laras follows Ibra standing up, Ibra pulls out her wallet and gives Zayn an ATM card. "Pay it."

"Alright, Boss .. I did." Zayn wiped his lips with a tissue.

Suddenly Laras felt nauseous. "In the meantime, I'll go to the toilet first." Without waiting for an immediate answer, Laras hurried away.

Ibra gawks, while Zayn goes to the cashier. To pay for his food.

The barrel immediately entered the toilet, "Ohek ohek, "" spewed out all the contents of his stomach. Then wash your lips and rinse. "No, no wind oil."

In the sense that it has come out all the contents of his stomach, Barrel out the toilet, just open the door. Ibra was standing there.

"You why? throw up again" asked Ibra and led Laras away from the toilet.

Baras nodded slowly, his hand wiping his lips with a tissue. "Where's zayn?" ask Laras when he saw the original place was empty.

"Already in the car," Ibra took Laras' hand, walking towards the parking lot. Laras continued to follow Ibra's steps despite his hot and tired legs.

Now they're in the car, and Zayn's getting ready to turn the wheel. "Now, where was the boss?" staring through the rearview mirror.

"To the Mall only first, shopping sandals and other necessities," said Ibra after thinking for a moment, then glanced at his wife who was breathing eneg in her stomach still felt.

"okay ...."

The car drove quickly, until some time later it had arrived in front of the Mall. Zayn pulled his car over in the parking lot. "I'll just wait here for anything-"

"Follow, come along and you may want to do what shopping for people at home," said Ibra while getting out of the car.

"But .. Did you pay? yeah-yeah dong time no?" Zayn raised his eyebrows. When it's outside.

"Yes, he wants free mulu, any ATM I still you hold. Restore it?" Ibra asked for her ATM back.

"Yes, you're the boss, not me, I'll give it back! beware if later tell pay again," said Zayn with a threatening tone.

"You want me to tell you with my money too, open your money. Like me," said Ibra, putting a card in his pocket.

Laras shifted his body to follow Ibra out. But he set his foot on the road. "Aw, hot!" straight up with his feet raised.

Ibra panicked, and Zayn was shocked to see Laras sitting down instead of going down. "Why baby?" ibra asked her body.

"Hot, not strong." Laras pointed at his unflagged legs.

"Well, my boss said what, you do .. don't listen to me" said Zayn.

"I, do not go down?, I'm here waiting," said Laras felt not strong walking with bare feet.

"Yes, boss. Let me stay here, the boss is shopping," again Zayn teases who always makes Ibra's heart overheat.

Without a second thought Ibra carried Laras' body, out of the car, her legs kicking the car door shut. Bringing the Barrel to the Mall.

Zayn grinned and shook his head, following in his boss's footsteps from behind. Relaxingly walking in the back.

Today the plan will check the new house for Laras, maybe he likes. So now want to shop for the needs of Laras, because if you like the house it will immediately Ibra place the barrel there ....

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