Marriage Contract Letter

MP in a new home

As the two turned their heads, Laras took a step back from Ibra. His face was red and embarrassed. Then he cleaned the paper bag, looked nervous and misbehaved.

Ibra's eyes glanced at the door that was closed. "Lake in!"

Zayn opened the door again. "Sorry boss?"

"Can you, knock first? don't just open it," grumbled Ibra staring intently at Zayn.

"He he he .. That's the boss." Scratch his head.

"That's what?" ibra asked while folding her hands on her chest. His heart was upset just about to land, already shocked by the arrival of Zayn.

"Em .. That, the goods have come, which one should be in?" zayn pointed outwards.

"Bed to the master bedroom, yes it's here. In the sofa store also over there, curtains are also changed, the pokonya first needs this room." Obviously Ibra while glancing at Laras who entered the bathroom.

"Good, Boss." Zayn out. After getting an answer from Ibra.

Ibra followed Zayn as she rolled up her sleeves to help.

A king-size bed was installed in the corner of the room, Ibra brought her pillows and bedcover and directly installed by three of Zayn's men.

Ibra turned towards Laras who was in the corner wearing a mukena. Then glance at the person who is entering a large closet. "Darling, where'd the closet put it?" ibra asked Laras, so that all eyes were on him. Waiting answering.

Barrel stands. "Just over here." He pointed to a place for the closet. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed. Observing who is working.

Ibra approached his wife. "You must be tired. Just rest, the bed is ready," pointed at the bed with her chin.

Laras nodded. "But there are still many people." Lirih Laras glanced at the workers.

"Gorden is installed, the items that want to be stored here are also included all dear, just tidy it up. And that'll be later, let Susi get it done." His hands were embracing the waist of Laras, after the people had already come out.

"Would anyone want to be sent here?" asked Laras while lowering his gaze to the floor.

"Yes, come here later" Ibra's finger raised Laras' chin and looked up perfectly. Ibra brought her face closer to Laras's. But the netra of Laras' eyes moved to look at the door that was still open.

Ibra turned her head, as time went on Laras looked at the door. He furiously descended and swung his wide steps toward the door, then locked it.

Then Ibra approached Laras again, walked while opening his suit and kept it on the sofa. After sitting back next to Laras, his finger moved to open the face that was still Laras using. "Now it's safe baby, where's the thank you sign?" raise down those thick, black eyebrows.

"Yes, thank you ... for all this?" said Laras while folding his face.

Ibra stared fixedly. "That's it, nothing else?" scrunched up forehead.

"Keep what else? oh .." and then Laras kissed Ibra's right and left cheeks with a mischievous smile. "It."

Ibra cupped her hands together on Laras's face. Then slowly her face positioned perfectly in front of that beautiful face.

Makes Laras' chest rumble. His heart was pounding extremely fast, Netra her eyes catching a dazzling face getting closer and closer.

Then Ibra's lips landed perfectly on ***** Barrel. That chewy and moist thing, It**** very gently. Long ... both enjoyed the ritual.

By reflex, Laras put his hand on her husband's shoulder, Ibra.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of knocking on the door from the outside, so the two were surprised and removed the link. "Aish .. What else?" ibra's voice as she ruffled her hair, full of annoyance. Then throw a glance towards the door.

"But baby," gently rubbed the wet lips of Laras.

Ibra swung her steps towards the door, occasionally rubbing her lips. Blake it! the door opened, and Zayn stood at the door. Then grin and wiggle. He stared at Zayan's face. "What else ... can't you, let me rest?"

"He he ..." Zayn raised his palm. "Begging for consumption, the children are starving."

"Can't spend your money first? I will also change" Ibra said, taking his wallet out of his pants pocket.

"There is no money for the Boss case" Zayn said as he looked at Ibra's open chest, as his mind traveled with a fluffy smile.

Ibra took the ATM card and gave it to Zayn. "Why smile? use this," catch Zayn's hand and lay down the card.

"Lah .. kok card, money dong case," said Zayn flipping through the card he often used it.

"Sama, I'm also out of case money. Just give me the case money." Bugh! ibra's door was shut, no matter Zayn was still there.

"Aish .. almost got a nose in the door, actually my boss, was blind, blind because of C I N T A. Hi hi hi." Zayn shook his head as he left the place.

Ibra stepped closer to Laras who was removing clothes from the paper bag. His intention was to put him in the lemar, but Ibra prevented it. "Here, let Susi clean up later." Leads Baras' hand to the bed.

Baras looked suspiciously at her husband. He sat on the edge of the bed, but Ibra pushed him slowly to make Laras lie down. He pierced the body of the wife, staring very closely. It is still good today to be together, and still be able to spend time together anyway.

Laras instantly closed his eyes while muttering. "I'm sleepy ah, tired."

Ibra grinned and kissed her cheeks softly. "Sleep, I'm tired too." He laid his body beside Laras, pulling a blanket to cover his wife's body.

It didn't take long, both of them fell asleep. Tired and tired.

The sun has begun to sink into its contest and its task will be replaced by the moon. Even if he would appear to accompany the night, just count the minutes more magrib will reverberate. Incidentally the current residence of Laras, not so far from the mosque.

Baras woke up, wriggling favors. His hand was patted on the bed next door, but empty. Baras squinted his eyes that still felt sleepy, apparently he was on the sofa was busy with his laptop.

Ibra glanced at the squirming Laras. "Find me, huh?"

The barrel instantly reverses the body. "Kok he knows I'm looking for him." Mumbled Laras in the heart.

Barrel got up, flicked his blanket, dangled his legs. "No, who's looking for you? I'm just loosening my tense hands."

"Hem, yeah?" shaking his head, with eyes fixed on the laptop screen.

Barrels down, swinging his steps towards the bathroom. Take a shower, guys.

"Sure, won't miss me?" ibra's voice stopped Laras, who was already at the door.

"No," he said without looking, then continue the step of entering the bathroom.

Ibra, looking at the back of Laras who entered the bathroom. Until it disappeared behind the door.

Sounded voice adzan magrib, Ibra closed the laptop, walked closer to a paper bag. His hands picked up the sarong and peci that Laras chose, looking towards the bathroom and the sarong, alternating. Then remembering the voice of the little boy, he held the scabbard and the peci.

After, Laras came out of the bathroom in a different costume. Yes it was wearing a knee-length negligee, Ibra's bead did not blink looking at the negligent barrel. Feeling looked at by Ibra, Laras observed his appearance. But once something was strange. But ordinary.

Then Ibra, hurry in the bathroom. With the intention to take water wudu.

After Laras came out of the bathroom, then grabbed her hair. Then wear a mukena to perform the magrib prayer.

When he said the greeting to the right, his eyes found Ibra prostrating. Degh's! laras' feelings were not good, only this time he saw Ibra humming and prostrating. Wearing a sarong and peci that Laras chose, Laras immediately finished his prayer and prayed. Without feeling, tears should fall down the cheeks. "Masya Allah .." said Laras painting his bitter smile.

Finished prostrating and praying, Ibra turned to look at Laras who was looking at him. The eyes met, looking at each other inside.

Laras continued to stare closely at her husband, who looked different. He looks more handsome by wearing that peci. He became embarrassed and lowered his eyes to the floor.

Then Ibra moved, approaching Laras, by reflex Laras grabbed Ibra's hand and kissed her. Really this time there was a different Ibra feel, a calmness. Comfort, a sense that is difficult to express in words.

Ibra hugged Laras' shoulder, she placed her chin on the tip of Laras's head after peeling it many times. There was a stream of clear water from the corner of his eye Ibra, how long he never prostrated. He is far from the creator of the world and its contents, perhaps all this time he has forgotten to be grateful for. It will be all the favors he has got.

"Me, happy. Happy ... really, finally, Brother wants to perform prayers like now, without being told let alone forced." Mumbles Laras in Ibra's arms.

"Wish, Brother huh? to be a better person. All this time you forgot, I'm .. far from God." Ibra is full of regrets.

Baras broke away from Ibra's decapitation, his glittering gaze signifying happiness.

Likewise Ibra looked at his wife very closely, he felt very lucky to be met with Laras. He showered Laras with a small peck on the forehead and cheeks of Laras, making Laras screech. Trying to escape, but before being satisfied Ibra did not release.

"I'm hungry" said Laras, stopping Ibra's behavior.

"Hungry? Susi must be cooking." murmured Ibra, then invited Laras to stand up.

"Who has Susi?" ask Laras, who does not know that Susi has come.

"It has. Yuk out? while looking around, is this house neatly organized." Ibra answered while opening the scabbard and the peci.

Laras opened his face. Then fold, save to the original place with the Ibra sheath.

Ibra took Laras' hand, invited him out of the room. The house is neat, arranged perfectly.

"Wah ... has changed 100%," said Laras with a look of a happy face.

"Young lady, how are you? Susi kangen, ouh .. how many days young Madam has changed a lot, more contained. Fat, sir, feed the young lady what?" susi's voice that emerged from the kitchen, greeted Laras with a happy smile.

"What's more, if not in the banana every day, so the young mistress looks fat like that." Zayn said. Until all eyes see it.

"Oh yeah? banana what Madam, in mension is also no less banana, but young mistress is thin. What banana? a really good vitamin?" susi ended up asking. He felt astonished.

"Huh .. really many vitamins, it's like this. Fat, fertile.happy always. Satisfied and make sticky rich stamps, make happy always. Yeah, right, Boss?" Zayn glanced at the clumsy-looking Ibra.

Susi bengong, and Laras blushed in embarrassment. Don't know what to say.

"Oh ... Is that a lot?" susi said innocently, she did not understand what Zayn means banana?

Zayn nodded his head, chuckling. It's funny to criticize Susi who believes what she's talking about.

"Want to dong? let me be fat right, I'm thin" Susi said back.

Zayn looked surprised. "Huh? find it at the supermarket. There's gotta be."

"Mr Zayn, what's a banana?" susi asked more curious and looked at Zayn who became confused.

"Sukurin," murmured Ibra sneering at Zayn. "Dizziness is."

Zayn scratched his head which was not itchy at all. "That .. his name is banana love, yes actually banana love. You just look for it, huh? I'm sure I'll see you."

"Ci banana ... nta? that's it, the feeling I just heard." Susi added bengong for a new lifetime with the name banana love.

Ibra and Laras both put on a smile, occasionally shaking with Zayn and Susi chatter.

"Find there, until lebaran monkey will also not meet bananas." Zayn muttered.

"Ah, Susi's dizzy. Susi cooked again, Mr. Zayn made Susi's head want to break." murmured Susi while shaking again to the kitchen to finish her job there.

"Basic, you really have no morals." Ibra shook her head slowly.

Barrels scraping. After Susi went to the kitchen. "Ih ... there-there was aja deh, kasian him .. so dizzy thinking of her."

"Let's go young lady. He's, sometimes his brain is innocent" said Zayn.

Ibra stroked Laras' hand. "Do you like my banana, baby?" while laughing broadly.

"What the hell?" The barrel stood up and walked around looking through all the rooms.

"Where's my card? who's paid for work?" ibra asked looking coldly at Zayn who was busy with his phone.

Zayn turned his head and gave Ibra's ATM card and the case money that Ibra had requested.

"OK," Ibra's hand took it and put it in her pocket.

"Kids, it's paid for. That's the rest." Obviously Zayn while keeping the phone on the table.

"Good." Ibra nodded and circulated his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of Laras who was not there.

After the dinner was ready, Ibra, Laras and Zayn immediately devoured the dishes available at the table. Susi was invited to eat together unwillingly, she chose some in the room Laras.

Zayn finished his meal first, ending with a glass of water. Then move on and say goodbye to go home, tomorrow morning will come, pick up Ibra make it to the office and the car he will take home.

Ibra also nodded. Agreeing to Zayn's idea, it's important that no one interferes with his activities while here. If there is constantly a bother, he may be dizzy seven circumference.

Zayn leaves, before snatching Ibra's car keys from the desk. Then hurry up.

After eating, Laras cleaned the food container and washed it in the sink even though Ibra had forbidden it. But Laras kekeh washed it.

Ibra looked happily at Laras, somehow like to see Laras wearing a negligee like this. Laras turned his head towards Ibra who kept looking at him.

"Why the hell? seeing like that. Something weird, huh?" said Laras while wiping his hand.

"No, I like to see it" said Ibra as he moved, approaching. Embracing Laras from behind.put a chin on the wife's shoulder.

Laras took off Ibra's arm. "Don't gini, shame. If you see Susi later." Lirih Laras while away from where Ibra stood.

Ibra was disappointed. "Yes, I'll be in the room."

"Well, how'd the food have been washed? ouch ... Madam .. whatever her job, let Susi aja who fuss. Madam is sitting pretty sweet just don't be tired, there is Susi huh?" susi's new voice came out from Laras and Ibra's room.

Both of them turned towards Susi. "Have it been done, done with the clothes?" ibra asked Susi who was carrying an empty paper bag.

"Already, Sir. It's settled. Now, please rest in the room." Susi pointed towards the room of the two of them.

"Thank you Sus?" said Laras sweet smile.

"Together, young mistress." Nodding respectfully.

"Well, I'm tired and want to get some rest." Ibra moved her feet towards the room.

Laras drank the bumil milk that he had just brewed. His eyes looked at Ibra's back from afar.

"Sus, I'm in the room first huh? you also rest yes, do not stay up late" said Laras while giving a message.

"Yes, Madam. Susi wants to watch television for a minute." Susi replied.

"Okay, I'm in first." Laras's step was fixed on his room and Ibra was already waiting there.

Now, Laras and Ibra were in bed, before performing the prayer together. The heart feels calm. Cool ... This is the first time praying together.

Outside, there was the sound of rain falling so heavily. Until it sounded so strong. Ibra tightened his embrace on the body of Laras who had begun to yawn, a sign of drowsiness.

"Dear, from now on. You live here with Susi, it's okay, right?" lirih Ibra, his hand stroked Laras' stomach that had begun to be noticeable.

Laras nodded. "It's okay," he sounded lethargic.

"Tomorrow I'll go home to the Missions, don't be mad, will you?" said Ibra who was responded by Laras with a nod, and looked at the two blind eyes of Ibra who stared softly.

There was a sense of unwillingness in his heart, Laras. But he had no right to keep Ibra there, let alone having spent a few days with him without taking time for his other wife.

"It's the first night in the new house" Ibra landed a warm kiss on the forehead of the old Barrel. Then move to *****That pink barrel.

Not to be missed, his hand felt his favorite places ....

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Hi.... thanks for being faithful to the story of Ibra and Laras.and continue to support me ya🙏without you I mean nothing. Make me more excited, happy reading even if one episode but quite long really.