Marriage Contract Letter

Fuckin' persam

"He was, right Jodi who tried to decetin Laras. Why with Dian, ah his co-worker kali," Ibra muttered while giving Zayn a card to pay for his meal.

Zayn raised his hand to call the waiter and made a payment transaction. While Ibra plays her phone and occasionally turns to the table Dian is chatting.

Then Ibra stood up. "Yu're home?"

"Don't go to your wife first?" asked Zayn while shifting his used seat.

Netra Ibra's eyes glanced towards Dian. "No, let it go. I'm tired of taking a shower."

"okay." Zayn followed Ibra's first steps towards the door.

After being in the car. Ibra took the phone from her suit pocket. And scroll the contact icon my Honey.

Ibra pressing vc connection. Long time is not lifted until many times, then connect and it appears Laras is sitting in the middle room watching television.

Ibra: "Where the hell, how long did he lift?"

Baras: "Watching television, so there's no ringing on his phone."

Ibra: "Have eaten yet? I sent a goat. Hasn't come yet?"

Barrel: "Today. Not here yet, Sus. No packages yet, right?"

Ibra looked at Laras who was wearing flower pajamas with hair on the side right, making Ibra swallow her saliva. Just this day far apart, it felt like longing to hug and kiss her. Inhaling the smell of his fragrance oil.

Barrel: "Where are you going?"

Ibra: "You go home, to the Missions."

Barrel: "Oh."

Susi: "Yes .. Didn't you come back here? Lonely young mistress dong."

Ibra smiled, responding to Susi's words. And looked towards the silent Baras.

Susi: "Sir. Why go back to Mension? not here."

Zayn: "You give bananas to his old wife. Ha ha ha ...."

Susi: "What? want to give me a banana, where the hell, I want to see what the hell banana love is like?"

Hearing Susi's rant, Zayn laughed widely. Even though his eyes remained focused on the streets.

Ibra is friendly and directs the phone to Zayn. So Susi can see Zayn who is driving.

Susi: "Mr Zayn, I've been looking at google, how come there's no such thing as banana love?"

Baras: "Susi .. I told you, don't talk about it again, you'll understand."

Susi: "Ah, Mistress ... Susi, I'm curious."

Zayn: "Find it, two eggs one sword, you'll see. On google."

Susi: "Other than that?"

Ibra: "Find it, I'll see you."

Susi: "Ac ... Mr. Zayn is dizzy."

Barrel: "Make it not in the Sus. Don't respond to him."

Susi scowled, smashing her lips. The barrel immediately turned off his vc connection, pity Susi, getting dizzy by Zayn.

"You're this, fuck it up." Ketus Ibra while putting the phone into the pocket.

Zayn laughed, if he wasn't driving, he would be laughing. This also up to her stomach ache.

"It's really nice to get people involved, just make people dizzy." Ibra's voice with a tone of dislike.

Ting!

Notification to enter Ibra's phone. A short message from Laras that says. "Don't like talking to Susi, I'm dizzy she replied. You didn't?"

Ibra, smiling happily received the message. His lips grew bigger, carving a smile.

Zayn glanced at Ibra who was smiling to himself. "What's the difference, those smiles?"

"For you, my wife is confused in answering Susi's question. There's-there's just your talk," Ibra said in a cold tone.

After a short time, their car arrived at the Mension yard. Along with Dian's car.

Zayn gave the bag containing the laptop, then immediately turned the wheel and retreated to go home.

"Just come home, baby?" sapa Dian approached Ibra.

"Well, who were you at the restaurant?" asked Ibra while peeping Dian's forehead.

"Oh, that was ... My business partner, you see that too? why is the alley approaching me," said Dian as he walked into the mension.

"No ah, besides you should have come to me." Ibra's steps were wide towards her private room.

Dian stood staring at Ibra's steps. "Darling, I'll go to my room? in wait."

"OK." he said as he continued walking.

Dian continued her steps, towards a different room.

Ibra went straight to the bathroom to clean up. He closed his eyes, his mind floated, there would be no more service from Laras.

"Huh .. I finally have to serve myself again, there's no you anymore." Actually at this time the heart of Ibra is very much struggling to go to the place of Laras. But that doesn't feel possible.

Be resigned. Wearing a nightclothes, Ibra did not forget to take care of herself which included perfumes.

With hesitation, Ibra steps towards Dian's room which may have been waiting for her there.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Ibra's finger knocked on Dian's bedroom door leaf, and moved to hold the doorknob. Rkett Ibra's door was opened, it appears Dian had been waiting on the bed with a very tempting position. Ibra approached Dian who greeted her with her most beautiful smile.

"Not slept?" ibra then sat on the edge of the bed next to Dian who immediately grabbed him.

"Kangen, why the hell? you let me miss you, almost a week I you left.However," said Dian while showering Ibra's cheeks with a kiss.

Ibra just kept quiet and accepted the treatment from Dian who continued to tease. Trying to arouse his rather cold passion, Dian's aggressiveness continues to be shown to raise something belonging to Ibra.

Somehow Ibra's is so hard to get up, his passion is hard to ride. To the extent that Dian was almost desperate to make it, Dian almost ran out of energy.

"I'm tired of a lot of work that drains my mind and energy." Ibra Gumam. Feeling sorry for Dian who kept trying to build up to her aggressiveness.

Dian did not respond to Ibra's words, he kept trying.

With difficulty and full of struggle, finally Ibra's defense was destroyed as well. Something awaited also appeared.

Finally enjoy the ritual, although it does not last long, is quite than not at all.

Dian placed her head on Ibra's shoulder and pulled out a blanket to cover her body. "Why are you so lethargic, baby?" lookup awhile.

Ibra closed her eyes. "Capek." actually in Ibra's mind, the name Laras and the face of Laras danced in the heart space.

"Was that a bitch? back then. Even if you are tired, you are always excited and not lethargic like this," complained Dian while playing her fingers on Ibra's chest.

Still closing my eyes. "Darling, I'm not young anymore. So naturally, if I am weak quickly." elak Ibra hid his feelings.

Silent!

No one spoke anymore, finally drowsiness attacked the two, they fell asleep to pick up the dream. Sailing in another nature.

****

The residence of Laras. Susi was standing at the door, receiving a package of Ibra's shipment, yes it was a goat for Laras. Susi takes him to Laras who is still watching television.

"Madam, the scroll has come." save it at Laras' front desk.

"Oh, just eat Sus," said Laras glanced at the package at the table.

"Susi, grab a plate and some rice, okay? Madam." Before hearing the answer, Susi went straight to the kitchen.

Stare stared at the package. "She, remember that I like goats."

"Here, I've brought the plates and rice too." Susi's voice while kneeling in front of the table.

"Huh ... Susi is not strong, ma'am. I'm full."

Barrel smiled and rubbed his full stomach as well. "Abisin, dear Sus loh."

"No, no longer fit." Susi Timpal.

"She wants to be fat? yes eat a lot," said Laras while reaching for a glass of drinking water.

"Yes, yes .. but if you eat a lot. Later bloated, rich people pregnant. Oya, I want to find that ah who said that Mr. Zayn."

"What's Sus?" ask Laras curiously.

"That's two eggs one sword it-"

Ehuk uhuk uhuk, Laras coughed, until the drinking water in his mouth spurted instantly. "Astagfirullah ... Susi don't."

"Slow down dong drink it." Susi gasps and looks for tissue to wipe the table.

"You don't hear Zayn talk, why the hell?" Laras looked at Susi with annoyance.

"Indeed, why young lady?" Susi looked in wonder at her employer.

"Ih ... Zayn's all right, just make me dizzy!" mumbled Confusion. Not knowing how to explain it, Laras massaged his forehead. If not answered, it will be prolonged. Something that will continue to be Susi's question.

Many times Laras took a deep breath and exhaled very long. Susi looked at him in wonder.

"Susi, I want to explain!" said Laras, again taking a long breath.

"Yes, what's the madam?" very curious.

"Em .. by which Zayn means. It's not the real thing" said Laras.

"What does the young lady mean? I don't understand." Susi.

Bapas Helmet Laras deep and long. "Genee ... That's what Zayn said was-"

"Yes." Yeah." Susi's gaze was serious.

"Everything Zayn says, is something that's in a man's body, and then you have a husband you know." Laras.

Susi is known for the intent that exists in the male body. "What does Madam mean ... to**** that man?" Susi grinned and shuddered.

Laras nodded slowly. "Yes, that's you know," replied Laras.

"Iiy .. ih ..." many times Susi shuddered amusedly and closed her eyes.

Laras raises his eyebrows. "Now, you know, right? what Zayn said was, ah. I'm sleepy huam ..."

"Yes, young lady. Just take a break, let this be Susi's doing it."

"Yes, thank you, that's the rest of it in the freezer. Make it tomorrow!" Barrels up from the couch. Leaving Susi who cleaned up the food marks.

At this moment, Laras was already in the room. Dropping his body on the bed, pull the blanket and close his eyes. Instantly opened his eyes Because in his head, remembering the name Ibra. The shadow of his face seemed to be dancing on the eyelids.

"Ih ... Why remember him? he was having fun with his wife. Why do I remember him?" laras lips komat kamit read the prayer and closed his eyes again.

But still the shadow of his face was clearly in the eyes. His voice was ringing in the ears, the barrel covered the ears with a pillow. "Oh .. How can I sleep? I can't be tight with gini, where the stomach feels bad anymore! how's this?"

He rubbed his stomach which felt strange. "Never been rich before! even if you eat spicy or something. Darling .. bobo dong ... Mommy's sleepy." Laras muttered to himself.

From sleeping to sitting on a high pillow. Still uncomfortable, the night is getting quieter. The splashing of rainwater was heard adorning the silence of the night, as the sound of music accompanied loneliness.

The barrel descended, setting foot on the floor, slowly revealing the curtains. Seeing rain falling onto the leaves, making the leaves sway. As if waving to call. flowers were the same, swaying beautifully. Exposed to rain water, Laras stood by the window with a broken heart and his hands continued to rub his stomach which was difficult to express with words.

The view stared blankly. Thoughts kept looming over Ibra's face close to hers, Laras shook his head violently. Brushing away everything in his head, he closed the curtains. Then back to bed lay down.

Exactly at 23:00 wib. Not even a moment Laras closed his eyes, even though it was quiet but not lena. Not good at sleeping Laras. He picked up the phone at the table, feeling a notification coming in.

Sure enough, there is a message from Ibra that contains. "Met bobo dear, may you have a good dream. I miss you and our son."

Making Laras take a long breath. "What ... beautiful dream. Can't sleep yet." Gerrutu Laras while saving his phone back.

The night is getting colder, Laras himself. Lonely friends and a bolster pillow that accompanies.

The next day, Laras woke up and rushed to clean. soak in warm water, meet bahthub, the aroma of therapy was not left he dissolved.

Susi is already struggling in the kitchen with her favorite cuisine Laras. With his own singing voice felt in the cafe.

Miss ... long as long as long for longing .. but you do not understand oo.. want ... as you know it .. but what power.

"Well, who does Sus miss?" laras's voice stopped Susi's singing and blushed in embarrassment.

"Ah, young lady. It was just a song, there was, of course, the young lady who missed the young master. Aye, right? his eyes were as moist as a lack of sleep last night." Susi pointed to Laras who was indeed lacking sleep.

"Ah, not really. I have trouble sleeping .. Because last night most of the time I ate. Not missing people! who should I miss." Elak Laras rubbed his stomach.

"Susi was the same last night, mostly eating but ... is fine anyway," continued Susi.

"You are not pregnant. Me, another one." - Timpal Laras. Then sip the bumil milk until the remaining half, then Laras out of the house inhale the cool air on this sunny morning.

"Mrs breakfast first" said Susi who followed from behind.

"Yes, hold on, Sus. It was cold this morning, wasn't it?" laras glanced at Susi.

"Yes, the hell .. it's really cool." Susi nodded.

It was late, they both had breakfast. And spent the rest of satay last night.

"Oya, tomorrow the day after. I have to check the pregnancy. You want me, Sus?" said Laras glanced at the same Susi who was also eating.

"Ready, young mistress, I will accompany you," Susi nodded.

"Thank you, before, Sus ..." Barrel smiled.

After breakfast, Laras went back into the room to perform the duha prayer. Barrel enters the bathroom wants to take wudu, then he wears a mukena. Then prostrate.

Susi ran to open the fence, as there was a guest with a car behind her carrying a red BMW. Susi wondered whose car was sent to this place.

"Excuse me, is this really the residence of Mrs Laras Ibrahim?" ask someone near the driver.

"Oh, yes. This is Miss Laras's residence. What's up, Mas?" suhut Susi wonder.

"One exists? I need help, right? call." continued the man.

"Yes, I'll call you a minute." Susi half ran, towards the room of Laras.

Arriving at the front door of her master's room, Susi stood up and hesitantly called for Laras. His employer. "Mrs ..."

The barrel that had just finished reading the prayer gasped. "Yes ... Sus, what's up?"

"There's guests. Want to meet young Madam." Susi answered from behind the door.

Barrel stands. Keep the door, then open the door. "Who's Sus?"

"I don't know, he's got a new BMW that's still wearing a red ribbon, they're asking for the Madam's residence."

"Ah, wrong time Sus, wrong address times, I did not buy a car. Then brother also at that time, did not say want to send a new car anyway." Barrel and Susi walked forward.

Sure enough the red BMW is still hanging over the big car. Struggled barrel, whose car is it? I don't feel buying either.

"Morning by noon, ma'am. You're Mrs Laras Ibrahim?" greet that man.

"Yes, I'm Larasati," nodded slowly.

"I came here .. with the purpose of delivering the BMW, please accept. Please sign." give me a piece of paper to sign by Laras.

"But I don't think I bought it." Laras.

"But, obviously, if you ask to send him to this place, we can't send him wrong." added the person.

Barrels. Looking at the BMW, did Ibra buy it? why not say it first.

The crane!

The crane!

The crane!

Susi's phone rang Susi immediately raised ....

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Hi.... How are my readers who are on good heart, may the good news all yes? happy reading, good luck with this many chapters.