Marriage Contract Letter

Baras my wife

Along the way, no one spoke. Just the sound of the sound, the smooth car. Decorate the silence of the night, splitting the streets that are quite quiet.

Susi gushed backwards. Seeing a motorbike that seems to be chasing a car. "Madam, it looks like the young man was following us."

Baras just looking from the rearview mirror, he continued to drive with the focus forward. Susi looked anxiously at Laras.

"Please Sus .. don't panic, who knows only one way. Instead of following us," Laras said softly and calmly.

"But, Madam .. they're all over us," Susi grew more panicked and anxious.

"Calm down, don't panic, I won't focus on driving." Baras kept trying to calm down. His eyes remained forward which soon entered the complex road, and there was a security guard.

Cars enter the complex, and their motors are blocked by security. Baras continued to drive the car until finally entering the yard that Susi opened first.

Blugh!

Baras car door closed and his steps entered the house, crossing the door, Susi carrying toast and fruits that he immediately stored in the refrigerator.

"Madam, the toast is on the table" Susi pointed to the table.

"She, I want to keep the bag first." Laras swung a step towards his private room. The barrel keeps the bag over the drawer, opens the jacket and hangs it. Laras' eyes stared at Ibra's suit hanging near the closet. His breath was heard in his ears.

Later, Laras returns to the kitchen to eat toast. He pulled out his chair and opened the bread he had bought. "Come on, Sus eat his bread."

Susi is washing the mangoes she wants to peel now. "Yes, go first."

Barrel, wasting no time, devoured the cheese-flavored toast. "Luckily, I didn't buy a goat, Sus!"

"I mean Mrs Gulai kambing, satay kambing?" tanya Susi while peeling the mango fruit.

"Hem .. is not good to the stomach, if you often eat. It could be hot stomach me later, let alone being pregnant gini, fearing danger." Laras shook his head slowly.

"That's yeah? fortunately, the lady did not buy it, even in the past." continued Susi.

"Yes." Yeah." Laras nodded. Then take the pieces of fruit peeled by Susi.

"Ah already. I'm tired, sleepy. Bobo first." Barrel stood up to tidy up the chair, then entered his room.

Susi who stared at Laras steps into her room.

The night was getting late, Laras curled up under a thick blanket. Decorated with the splashing sound of rain water, he tried to close his eyes. Throwing all thoughts out of the inside of his head.

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"Darling, you transfer money, don't you? 40 Million." asked Dian to approach Ibra who was in her room busy with her laptop.

Ibra turned her head to Dian who had just entered her private room. "No ah, why would I send that much?" shook slowly.

"Who did dong get from? my parents .. I can't possibly not say it first." Dian was astonished to not be out of thought with the money that went into his account.

Ibra just turned her head for a while then, looked back at her laptop screen.

Dian, who was sitting near Ibra, held her hands around her neck. "Darling, what time is it. Bobo yuk?"

"First of all, I'm not sleepy yet." Ibra kept Dian's hand away from her neck.

"It's been a night baby, yu?" whispering in the ear, so that Dian's breath sweeps over the surface skin of Ibra's neck.

"Tau .. It's night. But I'm not sleepy and there's still work to be done as soon as possible.

"Hem .. but by the way, who are you from?" Dian thought back to that money.

"Maybe, have you ever hurt anyone perhaps? that's why now they're paying it secretly." Ibra gave one enlightenment.

"No ah, besides I never offended anyone, never really," Dian continued, frowning in surprise.

"Sama Laras, have you ever given money? as what and for what?" ibra said with her eyes focused on the laptop screen.

"By my wife, I should be in charge. Sufficed her, so .. don't bother giving her, let me just." Ibra glanced for a moment then shifted her gaze back.

Dian glared at Ibra. "She's pregnant with our baby, it's only natural that I pay the same attention to her?" elak Dian's.

"If so. .. is not a natural fall, but excessive. He'll think you'll buy his son. Let them stay together, we take care of them. Not completely, taking. Let alone separating the two," said Ibra while closing his laptop.

Dian bengong with Ibra's words as if, indirectly cornered her. "What do you mean, ha?"

"I don't mean anything baby, I'm just saying, if the child is born, let the mother and the child be together. We take care of her, love and love her. Not taking it," Ibra said back.

"Darling, I want to .. After the child is born, you divorce him. Son, we take care, let us only two, three, there is no third person anymore" said Dian, embracing her husband's shoulder.

Ibra stared dislikefully, she disagreed with what Dian said. "That easy? no, I disagree. I'll never divorce her." Ibra.

Hearing Ibra's words just made Dian's chest feel tight, pain from the scratches of existing wounds. The injury caused by his own actions that ordered the husband to marry again, with one goal, yes it was a child. All of this is because he himself cannot have children.

The plan, Dian will take the child from Laras if the child is born, if necessary. He sent Laras abroad, and the boy marked black on white became the property of Dian and Ibra. Dian's parents didn't know that her only daughter couldn't get pregnant, and that's why Dian told Ibra's parents. If Laras graduates abroad and most likely will live there, so it will be easy to separate with his son.

Dian shakes. "No, after you get the kid. I don't want to share a husband anymore, just now," complained Dian memelas. Looking at the face of my husband.

"Me, I'm sorry. Not that I don't understand your feelings, nor blame yourself. I ... will not divorce Laras, let alone separate with his son, except! he himself gave it to you. But ... until whenever she will remain my wife, until anytime," Ibra said clearly.

Dian kept shaking. Her eyes glazed over, not expecting her husband's answer. "I'm looking for you another wife just to have a child, not to make it good? you love me so much, don't you answer?" urged Dian with a cry that was about to break.

Ibra pulled Dian by the shoulder, carried her into the arms. "I love you so much." Ibra. "But .. I also love Laras." Inner Ibra.

Dian's cry broke out in Ibra's arms. "If you love me, why don't you divorce her? don't tell me you love that woman, too."

Ibra fell silent, her hands rubbed Dian's back and dyed Dian's head with a sense of residual affection.

"Don't cry. All this time I've been trying to follow your wishes, marrying Mery and Yulia, so they instead of giving me a child! even cheating, you're sloppy. I was looking for a woman to marry. Now it has been proven, Laras is a better woman than them. I also have a decision, that I won't leave her."

Netra Dian's eyes stared intently at Ibra's two eyes. "You, don't understand my feelings. You don't understand what I feel. You only think about your ego, because you're already starting to like it. You are evil, Malik Ibrahim." Dian stood up and ran out of Ibra's room.

Brugh!

The sound of the door on Dian. Dian headed to her room with a broken heart, it turns out her husband feels at home for her. This is indeed his own fault that gives the husband a chance to divide his heart and position as a husband.

Dian walked over quickly, wanting to get to her room soon. Arriving in the room, he locked the door and dropped himself on the bed. Her crying broke again, she cried.

Ibra that Dian left behind. Pondering, thinking of the words of her that hurt Dian.

Even though he loves Dian very much. But his heart remains heavy if he has to release Laras, plus his heart already loves Laras. "Nurp ..." Ibra took a deep breath.

His hand pulled the drawer and took a small photo, a photo of his wedding with Laras. "I will never let go of you!"

Time goes by so fast that no morning comes to replace the night. Ibra is ready to go to work. Which is usually served by Laras, now most needs are prepared by Rika ma'am.

Ibra is now at the dinner table. For breakfast, Dian appeared with a neat appearance, ready to leave for the office. And swollen eyes from crying last night.

Ibra stared at Dian's lethargic arrival, and looked uninspired. "Morning, sweetie?"

Dian turned his head and pulled the chair he wanted to sit on. "Morning too." Cold answer.

Ibra looked at the wife who was cold, she did not want to think of anything. He immediately ate the food that Rika had provided, no one opened his voice, there was only the sound of clanking dishes and spoons.

The dining table looks lonely and awkward, boro-boro there is joking and laughter. Ibra ended her breakfast, with a glass of water. "All right, I'm leaving first," cuph. Ibra kissed the forehead of the wife who was still eating but looked lazy.

"Yes, be careful. I'm leaving too." Dian stood up and took a sip of his drink ....

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Thank you to my readers who have remained faithful waiting for this novel to come up.

Who never came, where was his voice? come on where like n comments are.