Marriage Contract Letter

Not the matre woman

Susi: "What's the matter Mr Zayn?"

Zayn: "Which young lady?"

Susi: "Well, what's wrong?

Zayn: "Ish ish ish .. Give the call to the young lady, don't ask too many questions."

Susi: "But, Madam is having a guest, Mr ...."

Zayn: "Yes, Lord .. Give it right now!" stomping.

Susi pouted and approached Laras who was talking to her guest. "Sorry Madam, this is Zayn's call." Susi gave me her phone.

Laras turned his head, and took Susi's phone. "Hello, what's wrong?"

Zayn: "That's the guest who brought the BMW?

"Yes, I did not buy a car, wrong address times," said Laras kekeh.

Zayn: "That's your husband who bought it, just accept it and sign it."

Barrel gasp. "He bought it? New, he didn't say he wanted to buy it, which he once said. Just gonna send a car, that's all."

Zayn: ""Yes, that's. Just sign it, I'm busy. Just the party who delivered he said the concerned refused. I have a lot of business."

Baras bengong and returned his phone to Susi. Then accept the paper and handle it.

"Good Madam, now. The car is yours" said the man, shaking hands and handing the key to Laras.

He ordered his friend to lower the car. Then they went home, and there was Laras and Susi. Stand near the new car that still has his ribbon.

"Sus, try to put your hand here," Laras grabbed Susi's hand, he placed it on his chest that continued to beat fast.

"Why, madam. Thumping like that?" ask Susi.

"No idea Sus, who obviously did not believe that he would get this car. Because, sir didn't tell me about this."

Susi's gaze was fixed on the car, so enthusiastic and admiring. "Madam, take a walk. But don't go far, just go around the complex."

The barrel looked towards Susi. "Can, but ... There's no gasoline?"

"Easy, Madam ... near the complex there is a pom kok," explained Susi.

The barrel removes the ribbon, then enters the car. Susi came in and sat down next to Laras.

The barrel starts the engine then turns the steering wheel and returns the car slowly. "The fence in Sus's first lock, let's not be far away either."

Susi grinned and came back down after the car was outside the fence. Seconds later go back up. "Hem .. adem, the engine sound is also smooth ..."

Baras smiled, staying focused. Not long after that, the barrel turned around to go home.

"Wah .. very comfortable his car Madam, great. Sir gave the same expensive gift as the young madam." murmured Susi.

Laras did not respond to Susi's words, he himself did not ask for this. "I'm not crazy treasure. I have to find a job, so as not to be too dependent on Ibra's money." Inner Barrel while entering the car into the yard.

Susi came down to close the fence, but it was not so because there was a luxury car coming and turned on her horn. Apparently Ibra's car is coming.

The barrel is already, get out of the car. Looking at Ibra's arrival, Ibra came down and rushed to Laras and hugged his body very tightly.

The gasp barrel received a hug from Ibra who was really strong. As if long ... don't meet.

"I miss you, baby?" briefly let go, but seconds later clenched tightly back.

"Ih ... What the hell? shame on seeing people." Mumbles Laras while wailing.

Susi bengong, standing near the fence she just closed. But in his heart he smiled happily, seeing his master return to the place of Laras.

Ibra, taking off Laras' body and turning towards Susi who was still standing looking at them with mesem-mesem. "Susi. Bring me my laptop in the car, will you?"

Susi nodded, obeying the orders of the master. Walk near the car and take what Ibra ordered.

Then led Laras' hand inward, after being in the middle room. Ibra stopped her steps, faced with Laras who also stopped her steps. The palm of Ibra's hand rubbed the stomach of the soft barrel. "How are you, baby?"

Netra Ibra's eyes moved to see Susi who soon entered the house. Then Ibra embraced Laras waist to enter the room, in between his steps Laras turned towards Susi who gave a smile and moved her fingers. Give sign okay.

Ibra locked the room door, having been inside and re-embraced Laras' shoulder, showering her cheeks, her forehead with a small kiss.

Laras tries to escape Ibra's embrace. But Ibra's embrace was too strong to take off, she really wanted to let go of the longing, spilling all the flavor on Laras so that she forgot to ask about the car she gave her.

"Why are you here, not at the office?" the sound of Laras from within Ibra's arms.

"Abang misses you and our son." His answer was meaningful and stuck his chin on the top of Laras' head.

"But, isn't the office doing a lot of work?" mumbles Baras back. He further drowned his head in Ibra's chest and slowly his hands returned Ibra's embrace. Putting his hands together behind the straight man's back.

"That, I can take care of it from the house, baby." Ibra is back.

"Tumben, you drive yourself?" where did your assistant who almost broke my head," looked up at Ibra's face. And that opportunity was not thrown away by Ibra.

He immediately grabbed the chin of Laras and fused their lips together. The barrel slightly disappeared, but his head was locked. So no longer able to avoid, finally enjoy what Ibra gave.

Barrel closed his eyes. Ibra not reluctant to peek both eyelids Laras sign of affection, pulling back Laras body into his embrace. "Zayn's busy, plus he's taking care of the SIM for you."

"Oh," Laras rounded his mouth, and further immersed his face in Ibra's embrace. He was happy that not even two days Ibra had visited him.

"Where do you like the car?" ibra asked as she stroked Laras' hair.

"Like it, but I'm not asking for it. But ... thank you," said Laras hesitated.

"Darling ... What do people say? if the wife of a CEO was traveling on public transport? I guess I'm the one who's unfair. I don't .. don't want to be looked at like that."

"Yes, thank you," muttered Laras still in the same position.

"Where's the sign of thanks?" whiskey Ibra.

Laras looked up, staring fixedly at Ibra's face. "meaning?"

"Here it may be, here it is also moreover, it may." Ibra points to the lips and cheeks. "It must be sincere but."

The look of Laras is getting closer. Then kissing Ibra's cheek, Ibra smirked in satisfaction. Got a warm kiss from Laras.

After a long time of longing. Ibra invites Laras to the living room, asking Susi for her laptop.

"Who is my laptop?" ask Ibra.

Susi who was watching television turned her head. "It's at the table Mr.." pointed at the table, Susi's eyes moved looking at Ibra's hand that was still holding Laras' hand.

"Make me some juice?" connect Ibra.

"Good, Sir." Susi pulled into the kitchen.

I opened my laptop and started working. While Laras just sat beside him.

"I .. want to help Susi cook first," said Laras while standing.

Ibra looked over for a moment. "Don't be tired."

"Yes," Laras leaves Ibra busy with her laptop.

Dissolved with Susi cooking for lunch. After maturing Prolapse of layout on the table very neatly.

Laras brought water to Ibra who was in the middle room, but after arriving there empty. "Where is that guy?" Barrel dyed, look in front of his car there.

Laras steps towards his room, but Ibra is there. Apparently Ibra moved into the room, she was sitting on the sofa wearing a shirt. He hung it near the closet.

Ibra glanced at the newly arrived Baras and stood at the door. "Why is my dear standing there?"

"Em .. I guess, where? there is no middle room!" The barrel keeps a glass of water on the table.

"Outside the heat dear," by moving her eyes blind to the glass on the table.

"Lunch is ready! want to take a shower?" ask Laras while sitting himself on the sofa next door.

"May, but take it easy, prepare it. These clothes let me wear them later."

"Yes, later in the afternoon I go back to the office, continue to go home to the mension. not angry, right?"

For a moment Laras was silent, biting his lower lip. "No, why are you angry?"

Ibra closes her laptop and approaches the Baras position. Rubbed his cheeks and rubbed his stomach. "Tomorrow at noon, I'm here again. Anyway ... Brother will come every day, see our brother's wife and our son."

Baras only moved his eyes to see Ibra. Stroking Ibra's hair near her ears, the more here it appears that Laras has begun to feel affection for Ibra. Sincere attention, not just compulsion because serving the husband is an obligation. But .. is from his heart.

Ibra pulled Laras' shoulder into his embrace. "I miss you so much by my side, I can't get away from you!" inward Ibra without revealing it to Laras.

"Em ... said he wanted to take a shower? shower there, keep praying. He said he wanted to repent." Laras took off Ibra's arm.

"Well, you want to take a shower first," cuph, a warm kiss landed on Laras' cheek. Then Ibra got off the couch, walked towards the bathroom.

Up near the door turned around. Looking at Laras who was looking down. "Honey, meren dong, bathein?"

Laras looked over, staring for a moment. "Aish .. What little boy?" he murmured slowly, but stood up and followed Ibra who entered the bathroom. Ibra smiled complacently at Laras who was tailing behind.

The barrel filled the water on the bahthub, Ibra undressed, he hung it neatly because he wanted to wear it again later in the afternoon.

"Already, just change it, stink. There are also some replacements, except here there is no change, if there is no change. In the store there are still many," said Laras while sitting on the edge of the bahthub.

Ibra approaching. "Yes .. no, it's up to my wife. Replace yes ... replace, I just sort the same who takes care of me."

"Buruan ah, the bath ..hurkey this afternoon," lamented Laras, adding his smile.

"Lunch, who said night?" sahut Ibra hugged his wife.

"Ih ... quarry ..." spoiled voice Laras while pushing softly Ibra's chest.

"Yes, yes .. Carry." Ibra in bahthub. With carelessness pull the waist Laras make it fall into the lap of Ibra who was already in the water.

The barrel gasped and was upset, not expecting Ibra to pull her body into the water. He rubbed his face with splashes of water. "What the hell? ah .. so wet now ah."

"No pa-pa, same brother!" Ibra laughed while splashing water into the upper body of Laras.

"Ih ... again lazy wet, you know?" Laras's upset. Licked his lips.

Seeing Laras pout, Ibra immediately hugged his body, whispering words. "Don't be angry baby, it will be more beautiful and I'm more anxious to see it. It feels like pouncing on you all-out."

Who the hell? which will not melt hearing it. "What are you, a tiger?" the face of Laras who was bent so turned blushing, happy and messy.

"Hem .. can be." They exchanged looks, looked at each other.

"Ih .. I didn't want to get wet. How about you try?" with a spoiled tone.

"Yes ..how else, take a shower. Here I open the shirt." Ibra said grinning mischievously.

"No way!" The barrel stands and sits on the edge. Taking body wosh for Ibra.

Ibra looked at the drenched-clothed Laras, thus printing each curve. Many times he swallowed his saliva that was stuck in his throat.

Feeling noticed until not blinking, Laras tried to pull his clothes that follow the curves of his body. Ibra smiled funny when she saw Laras being so shy.

After feeling enough Ibra cleansed her body under the shawor. Inviting Laras to be together even shook his head. "Let's dong baby, catch a cold."

"Later. You go first." Mumbled Laras, but Ibra pulled and hugged him under the water.

The barrel hit Ibra's chest which was fielded, and accidentally saw something bursting under there. Made Laras cover his face with ten fingers that he had.

Ibra chuckled, chuckling. "Why baby?"

Barrel turns his back on Ibra's body removing the clothes d** it replaces with a towel.

"That makes me dizzy with Susi's question. Your troublemaking assistant." Said Laras still turning his back.

Ibra. "How serious? is it still questionable now."

"No, I explained. Than it goes on, right?" answered Laras while squinting. Make sure Ibra is hand-held.

Naughtily, Ibra opened when Laras turned his head Sontak Laras most face again while shuddering. Ha ha ha ... Ibra laughed.

Now both are neat and fragrant. And had done the prayer as well, then Ibra went first to the dining room. Followed by Laras from behind, Ibra waited for Laras to arrive. Pulling a chair for the wife.

"Thank you?" said Laras pulling his lips smiling sweetly.

"Sama-sama." Then Ibra sat down nearby. Laras took the plate and its contents to Ibra. After that, take it for himself.

"Susi ... Let's eat?" the voice of Baras called Susi who was out of nowhere.

"Yes, young lady, go first. Susi is again nagging." Susi's voice from behind.

"Alright," Laras and Ibra ate together, enjoying the dishes available at the dinner table.

From behind, Susi peeked at the romance of her two employers. "Let them both enjoy the romantic atmosphere. Without anyone bothering him, Kasian, right? Young mistress, if you rarely visit." Susi murmured in the heart.

Currently Ibra is back struggling with his laptop on the sofa in the room. The barrel that originally accompanied, finally moved to the bed. Not strong with the drowsiness that attacked him.

Ibra turned to his wife. "Would you take a nap, baby?"

"He ..em, so sleepy," lay down on the bed hugging the bolster.

Huam ... Ibra also felt tired in his eyes, closed the laptop and approached the wife. Lying nearby and hugging from behind, put his chin on Laras' shoulder.

Barrel did not respond, his eyelids closed so sleepy. Ibra kisses the wife's white neck very gently.

"Congratulations!" mumbled without moving a bit.

Naughtily, Ibra's hands were fingered which she was very fond of. He played around on the top of the beautiful mountain while closing his eyes, enjoying something of beauty that was within his grasp. He eventually fell asleep next to his wife.

This afternoon the sky is red. A beautiful painting of the almighty. In a minimalist house, Laras was helping Ibra prepare to leave for the office. And then go back to the Missions.

"Yes, you have Dian's account number, right?" ask Laras while putting a tie.

"What's it doing?" sahut Ibra is doubtful.

"Em .. I, want to return Dian's money. It feels ... I'm greedy too, if I take his personal possessions as well." Staring at the two blind eyes Ibra deeply.

Ibra knitted her brows. "How much money have you received?"

"About 40 million, the money is still intact, I originally used it to donate to the home of about 10 million. But ... From my brother's money I don't use it, so I use it to cover Dian's money."

"Oh, I'll pay him, the money is there. Just keep it." Reveal Ibra while rubbing his shoulder Laras.

"No, I don't want to! I'll give you back the money. I felt evil, taking her property and her husband. While I won't hand this kid over to him." Laras's voice shrieked and looked at Ibra's face. Who also looked at him.

Ibra understood Laras's intentions. "Well, I'll send Dian her account number. But ... You still have a stash, right?"

"There is still, anyways I want to find a job to fill the time as well," explained Laras.

"What's? work, no, no! no, you can't work. You're home enough. The house and the contents, the car I bought. So why work, money I'm stuffing, don't work!"

Laras sat listlessly. "I don't want to be too dependent on you. I want to be able to fill my time, I don't want to be told matre woman."

"Who said you're a matre woman, baby? the proof is that you want to give Dian the money back. What I give, it's an obligation and I know, you married me not because of possessions. But because it's in the trap."

As soon as Laras widened his eyes to Ibra, Kok Ibra knew about it. Is this also the plan. "I don't want to sell my son, either Dian or you! it won't."

Ibra approaching. Cupped both hands in the face of the Barrel. "No one will take our dear child," the blind eye of Ibra twitched to look at the beautiful eyes of Laras.

"That kid, will still be yours, ours. Trust me, baby." Cuph tipped **** it was very softly adjustable, which previously just kept sulking.

Phone up!

Phone up!

Voice from Ibra's phone in her pants pocket ....

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