Marriage Contract Letter

I don't agree

"Yes, geez ... Madam, choking isn't it? Susi get me a drink." Susi ran in, wanted to get some drinking water.

"Ohok-ohok, maybe Susi asked me," Laras murmured while shaking her head. Then continue eating his as cream.

Susi came back, brought a glass of water. "Here, Madam drinks it."

"Thank you Sus?" Barrel took it and drank it.

Silent!

After, for a long time no one spoke and enjoyed the as cream until the toilet. Susi asked again, he was really curious what the hell is the name banana love?

"Mrs, I haven't answered my question yet. I wonder how banana love looks like, what does Madam look like!"

For a moment Laras was silent, staring fixedly at Susi's face that looked curious. "I don't know, Sus .. You better ask Zayn. Em... gini Sus, don't ask about it anymore huh? because you won't find it. That's .. It's just Zayn's wits."

Susi was stunned to hear Laras' answer so, but she remained curious so she asked again a question. "Keep the fat lady isn't because of the banana?"

"Because I was pregnant only Sus, I was growing anyways, his appetite. It's fat." Baras.

"Oh, that's it! so ... No banana love huh?" ask Susie again.

Laras. "Nothing, there are also banana flavors full of love times." Replied Laras while circulating his gaze throughout the place.

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Ibra was already in the office and started struggling with her tasks, the files piling up on the table made her sigh long.

"What was the first night in his new home. Smoothly?" ask Zayn while checking the file in hand.

Ibra looked towards Zayn. "Good." Then focus back on his work.

"I want to laugh, ha ha ha ..." Zayn laughed.

"Why?" tanya Ibra glanced.

"That, about banana love. Susi doesn't understand what I mean. Ha ha ha .." again Zayn laughed.

Ibra. "You are there."

"Darling, if he asks banana love. No matter where you're going to meet bananas." Connect Zayn again.

Ibra momentarily daydreamed remembering Laras. "What is he now?"mumbling Ibra in heart. Then shook off all his thoughts.

"Here we go back to the Mension." Ibra glanced at the clock in her hand.

"okay." Zayn got up from his seat and brought the file to his room first.

After getting out of the skyscraper, the two boarded his luxury car Ibra.

"Yes, after lunch, I'm going to court. To attend your divorce hearing with Yulia. Next week the agenda of your divorce trial with Mary and you better be present later, let the business be completed sooner," said Zayn while focusing on driving.

"OK," murmured Ibra nodded.

"Actually, today too you must be present at the trial and your presence will bring about a great influence. In this matter." Connect Zayn.

"Ck, I'm lazy with questions later, I'm busy. Today's meeting, did you forget?"

"Oh, yes-yes .. How do I go to court or attend meetings?" zayn asked, glancing at Ibra from the rearview mirror.

"You, to the court, as my representative. Let it all be done quickly, let the others take care of the meeting." Ibra Timpal.

A few time lapse. Finally Ibra and Zayn arrived at the session greeted by Rika and Dian stood in the lobby, with a difficult gaze to understand.

"Darling, how are you?" Ibra immediately grabbed the wife's shoulder and kissed her forehead.

Then Dian stared hard. "You just remembered coming home? where you are, so you've just come home now! you know I'm looking for you. He's also very insolent, don't want to tell me where you are, where?" said Dian and glanced resentfully at the messy Zayn. Walk behind Ibra.

Ibra turned her head towards Zayn and Dian alternately. "Sorry, I just don't want to be disturbed."

Usually Ibra, when it's noon. Before eating, he took a shower first and all the laras prepared, but this time went back to the mession. there was no Laras no one to serve him, so lazy to do anything. It was straight for lunch.

After preparing to eat, Ibra remembered the dzuhur. "Yes, eat first, I want to pray first." Ibra immediately stood up rushing to the mushola that was indeed inside Mension.

Dian and Zayn looked at each other, from when did Ibra pray?

Ibra is now in the mosque. "Yes, Allah ..Maybe as long as this prayer exists, only this time I enter. And use it." Ibra muttered looking at the exit.

After Ibra's prayers rushed towards the place to eat, Dian stared in surprise. "When did you pray?"

"Since now" said Ibra calmly.

Ibra devoured her lunch with her heart out of nowhere, occasionally her eyes seeing the chair that Laras often used to sit to accompany her to eat.

"Oyeah, where's Laras now? why not go home!" dian asked curiously, because Laras did not come home with Ibra.

Ibra turned to his wife. "No, he doesn't stay here anymore, let's be quieter. He needs a comfortable place, and keeps his mind at ease."

Dian scrunched his forehead. "It's not quiet here? here is spacious dear, even though one roof sometimes we do not meet let alone say hello. Here is less calm how, and here is all-round, sports, health. Less how?" Dian showed her disapproval.

"Yes .. I understand what you mean, but he's not comfortable how?" sahut Ibra continued to eat.

"It should be in the talk together, don't make a unilateral decision." Dian seemed to disagree.

"Honey, that's his own will, I don't want him out of this mission either. All for the sake of the calmness of him and the fetus that was in his womb, "keh Ibra, sipped a drink of it.

"You should have negotiated this with me, however he brought me here."

Ibra looked coldly at Dian. "He entered this house, having bonded with me. Already my wife, it's my duty as a husband to put her where she should be."

"Why is it here? it's this big mension with adequate facilities, is it still lacking?" dian continued, he thought Laras was placed in a big house with all his luxury.

If now Laras has his own place and is still around here, what about the plan that wants to separate Laras with Ibra and his son?

Zayn, just listening to the discussion of the two of them who are getting tense.

"Roads here, too fancy. And he asked for a simpler place. That's why I bought him a house and it's my duty, isn't it?" connect Ibra.

"I don't agree baby, just sit here, if there's anything? there are a lot of people here. While she's there she's alone." continued Dian.

"He, with Susi there. Not alone." said Ibra while wearing her suit, preparing to leave. So did Zayn, he stood up and stepped his feet away.

Dian standing. "I don't agree, I want him to stay here, let's keep him. I don't agree, honey."

"Have you? I'll go back to the office again." Walking hastily left Dian who continued to grumble. About the problem of moving house.

Dian took his phone, called Laras back and forth but not lifted, Dian called the old number Laras which is still stored in the room Laras in this session. Dian doesn't know the number Baras that Ibra bought.

He pushed his foot to the floor. Angry, angry that he could not express. "Basar stupid woman, in good love even.gelunjak."

He snatched his bag, then left the place, somewhere, somewhere. Bu Rika who was there just stared at Dian's departure.

"To office?" ask Mr. Barko from behind the wheel.

"Cafe, usual."

"Oh, I think I'm going to the office again." said Mr. Barko.

Dian did not respond to the driver's words. He thought about how to find the Laras residence now.

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At the office, Ibra was attending a meeting. Without Zayn as his assistant, not even Laras who just accompany him. Only with the secretary.

Zayn himself was busy with Ibra's divorce trial with Yulia, which he handled and his lawyer. Hope it's all over soon, because there's still one more trial to face, which is Mery's problem.

After several trials. Finally Zayn, lawyer and Ibra of course if you already know. Can smile broadly at the end of the trial which results in a win for the plaintiff. Yes it's Ibra.

"Yes .. eventually, we win Boss." Zayn widened his smile and glanced at the lawyer.

After all the business is done. Zayn and his lawyer visited Ibra's office to get the good news.

Arriving at Ibra's office, Zayn immediately entered Ibra's room but there was empty. Zayn saw his room, Ibra's resting place. It turned out that Ibra was performing the prayer, Zayn went back to the lawyer who had been sitting on the sofa.

Ibra came out of the room to find Zayn and his lawyer waiting for him. "Where are the results of the trial? how many more trials?" asked Ibra who was sitting in her great chair.

Zayn and the lawyer looked at each other. A moment they fell silent, then the lawyer opened his voice. "Happy Master, everything is done, everything is done today as well." with a triumphant face.

"Yes, so there's another dong. Trial with Mery?"

"Yes, Sir. One more problem we are facing right now. Oya, sure about the treasure gono gini will be taken into account? including the car will be immediately revoked ownership." Ask the fat man.

"Yes, car. I gave it to Zayn, so .. his name was changed immediately. I don't want that car to be his." Reveal Ibra while her gaze was blank.

Zayn, who was busy himself with his flat object, by the window with a smile at his boss's words, finally got a bonus as well, he thought. Approaching Ibra. "Which boss? this is the latest car, which one does the boss like or what does he like?" showing pictures of the latest cars on Ibra.

Ibra observes one/one of the colors and types. Finally he found a new BMW that was red. "This. I like it and he likes it too, this red BMW" Ibra pointed to a red BMW on Zayn.

"Related on this one?"

"Remain, that's all. Don't forget ... The SIM is taken care of as well." continued Ibra. And turned his eyes back to his lawyer.

"Yes, I'll be ready soon, just calm down." Zayn nodded.

Ibra continued her conversation with the lawyer. After feeling enough. Ibra glanced at the clockwork. "It's night. What if we had dinner at the restaurant. Think of it as an expression of happiness. How's it?"

"May," said the big-bodied man.

Zayn also welcomed the idea of Ibra, coincidentally worms in his stomach had been on a demo asking for food rations. Finally they went to a restaurant that Ibra had pointed to.

Arriving at the restaurant, the three ordered the dinner they liked, which of course with the menu there.

Not long wait, all orders are available on the table. They also did not waste time to eat the food served at the table.

In the same place, in the corner of the wall. Dian was having dinner too with a younger, formal-looking man. Since noon to the cafe, Dian has not come home and finally to this restaurant to have dinner with his business colleagues from Semarang.

Dian talked about his efforts. That guy's name is Jodi, yeah. The man who first met Laras at the parlor. Dian and Jodi have been working together for a long time, not only business but they are also friends who are quite close.

Sometimes Dian talks about the problems she's had in her life. Including the condition of him who can not have the child. Jodi has always been a listener for Dian.

Dian circulated his gaze in the direction that Ibra and Zayn were in. Keep looking for the whereabouts of Laras, only time he exists. But there is only the lawyer who became the third between Ibra and Zayn.

Dian carved out her smile. "It turns out my husband is here too." Dian muttered as she put meat in her mouth.

Jodi dyed looking for what Dian meant. "Did he know we were here too?" ask Jodi.

"No, I don't know. He doesn't seem to see us either." Dian said.

"Oh, didn't you say yes?"

"No. anyways we're not an affair, just a business associate and more it's .. just a friend." Dian's back.

"Hem .. Yes, but you, are not a wife whose husband must know where, with whom? that's natural." continued Jodi.

"Yes, yes .. but it's normal for each of us, except at home, in those moments together." said Dian.

Jodi nodded slowly. He looked at Dian's face that looked ordinary. And looked down at her eating.

"Yes, I'm going back to Semarang. Tomorrow or maybe the day after," said Jodi.

"Yes, the old will also stay there. I mean long over here?" tanya Dian looked at Jodi.

"Perhaps, at most a week there. And I'll be back here soon" Jodi continued.

"Oh, hopefully the business is finished there quickly, so that soon back again huh?" Dian carved her sweet smile on Jodi.

"Aamiin," replied Jodi throwing her smile at Dian.

At Ibra's table, they were eating at a small talk interval that made them laugh. Ibra called the Servant.

"What's up, sir?" ask the waiter.

"I order a goat gulai like this, and please send it to this address" Ibra wrote an address and gave it to the waiter.

"Oh, good sir" he said, nodding respectfully. Then leave.

Zayn looked towards Ibra. "Make Barrel?"

Ibra. "Yes" he said briefly.

"Why don't you tell me to drive?" looking in wonder at Ibra.

"No, you're tired. So let gojeg just send." Answer Ibra again.

"But if I go there I can pretty much see the beautiful young wife Boss. Ha ha ha ..." Zayn grinned.

The Netra of Ibra's eyes glared at Zayn, wanting to throw something in his face. But there was nothing he could throw, plate time or glass.

"Ha ha ha .. joked Boss. Don't get angry" Zayn cupped his hands after seeing Ibra glaring perfectly at him.

"Because my meal is over, I thank you very much and I beg you to say goodbye" said the lawyer, standing up and shaking hands with Ibra and Zayn. He went first.

"Boss, look there's Dian." Zayn pointed towards Dian's desk.

Ibra turned to the place that Zayn showed. Sure enough, said Zayn, at that place Dian was alone with a man. But what attracted Ibra's attention was ....

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