Marriage Contract Letter

Can be arranged

"Yes, be careful too, baby?" ibra said while sighing deeply.

Ibra and Dian walked together but without the usual affection they showed. He does not want to be indifferent, but prestige also if you have to persuade.improve Dian, he himself sulked. Let it be, it'll be good again.

Dian is still upset with her husband, she thinks, her husband is even good. "I asked for another marriage, so that the child would not look good" his hands clenched down. It feels itchy, wants to punch someone's face.

Dian entered his car driven by his driver, while Ibra drove her own car and darted ahead of Dian's car.

Ibra's current purpose is the office, later somewhat unfortunate office in the house of Laras. Ibra pulled her car. Split the crowded street.

Later, Ibra arrived at the office, greeted by his personal assistant. Zayn who was staring suspiciously, looked at the slightly unfriendly face of his Boss.

"Make two coffees? drop into the big boss room." pinta Zayn on the OB who happened to pass in front of him.

The OB nodded in response to Zayn's orders. He left where Zayn and Ibra stood.

Ibra and Zayn stared at the man and entered his room.

"Why is your face, buckled like that? lack of nutrition what," asked Zayn staring suspiciously.

"I mean?" Ibra did not understand Zayn's intentions.

Zayn scratched his head. "That's why it's less friendly?"

"There is no pa-pa" said Ibra as he began struggling with a large map on the table.

"really?" zayn said he had less faith.

"Yes, why?" squinting his eyes next to Zayn who was holding the file.

OB, come carry a tray containing two cups of coffee. Saving on Ibra's desk.

"Thank you?" zayn told the OB.

After only two, Ibra turned her eyes to Zayn. "What about SIM Laras?"

"Oh, that's in a minute. Maybe tomorrow so and I'll take you there." Zayn.

"Good." Ibra agreed.

After finishing the coffee. Zayn returned to his room, to do his daily tasks.

Time has shown at 09 o'clock, morning. Ibra prepared to go to Laras' place, grabbing the keys to the car and the laptop on the desk. Then swing his steps away from the office.

Not long on the road, Ibra's car had arrived in front of the house Laras, Ibra's eye bead found two motorcycles and two young men sitting on a motorcycle, right in front of the house Laras. With eyes towards the minimalist home.

Netra Ibra's eyes moved to see the young man and the wife's house alternately. His gaze was suspicious, instantly lowering the window glass and greeting. "Sorry, what are you doing there and who are you meeting?"

The two men, turned their heads and looked in wonder. "No, we're just hanging out here."

"Emang, here's a hangout, huh? the feeling, yesterday no one was hanging out here!" Connect Ibra from the car.

"Em .. I ..." the man was confused. "I'm just playing?just play."

"What people are you? what not here" asked Ibra again.

"I-iya, we are from the next village," said the other man.

"Main-play, you mean?" Ibra was curious while lighting the horn so that Susi opened the fence.

"Otherwise, it happened to pass by. It's just through." The answer.

"Certainly? why look around at that house, is there anything you're looking for?" ibra again.

The two young men exchanged looks. "Nr ...."

Susi appeared from behind the door, and rushed to open the gate. "Master, in?"

Ibra turned to Susi. "Oh, yeah!"

Then Ibra turned the wheel and went into the courtyard of the House Baras.

The two young men looked at each other and wondered, who is that person?

"Susi, who are they? from there on." Ibra asked, closing the car door.

"Either, sir, you don't know" Susi said looking at the two men.

"Is she?" Ibra knitted her brows at Susi. Then enter the house.

"Yes, Old .. I do not know. My part here is still new, right Sir," said Susi trailing her employer who brought a laptop bag.

"Where's the lady?" ibra asked after not finding the Barrel in the living room and the living room.

"Mrs, in her room. Mister." Susi pointed towards the room. "Yes, Sir. Please tell young lady, I want to go shopping first."

Ibra looked towards Susi. "Have the money?"

"Here, the money .. has been loved earlier." Susi replied again.

"Okay, be careful, if you want. Can take my car."

"Gee ... Sir, don't yell at Susi. Can't bring a car on the order to bring it, how to do it, pushed? Ha ha ha ...."

Ibra. He continued his steps into the room, but the room was empty. Ibra steps to the terrace of the room directly from the room. Apparently Laras was there, sitting facing the flower garden.

Slowly, Ibra walked a little slack. Had wanted to make Laras shocked by his arrival, but failed miserably.

Ibra was surprised while smelling her own body odor. Then smiled and immediately grabbed the shoulder from behind.

Assalamu'alaikum .. dear?" cuph, kiss the head of the barrel gently.

"Wa'alaikum salam .. notya to the office, even here anyway? what office has it become here?" the words of Laras paint his most beautiful smile.

"This too, from the office. Just come here, if so what? if this house is an office."

"Can ... but, I stopped by," said Laras.

"Tok off, baby? don't dong," said Ibra, sitting near Laras. His hands embrace the wife's waist and stick the nose on Laras cheeks. Smelled the scent of his face.

"Yes, what did you do? I want to get out of that mension. If it's just as boisterous, it's free." Said Laras while glaring at his smile.

"No," murmured Ibra. Pulling the face of Laras to face and the blind eyes they meet. Ibra's lips touched *****Red barrel flirting.

Laras pushed Ibra's chest, but Laras lost strongly, finally resigned and enjoyed the touch. His eyelids are closed. Ibra smiles satisfied, sees Laras eyes closed, enjoys the ritual just now.

Ibra's finger gently rubbed the lips of Laras. "What cooking is this lunch?" ask Ibra.

"Ha, Susi hasn't been shopping." Laras blushed in embarrassment, lowering his gaze down.

"Susi, had gone shopping just now," explained Ibra. Squeezing the Barrel.

"Yes, I guess not yet." Mumbles Barrel.

"Make your brother drink?" tell Ibra and invite Laras to stand up and enter the house.

Laras followed Ibra's steps, which led him to the kitchen. And make him a sweet drink, after he's finished. A barrel serve in front of Ibra which starts opening the laptop.

"Drink, oya his suit will be opened? it was too hot" asked Laras before sitting his body.

"Byeah," murmured Ibra while focusing on her Laptop screen.

Baras opened Ibra's suit, he took her into the room.

"Where are you going?" tanya Ibra glanced at it for a moment.

Laras looked, turning his body. "You keep this suit."

"Oh, don't stay here for long" Ibra said.

"Yes, not for long." Baras continued his steps. A moment later he returned and sat not far from Ibra who was now sitting in the middle room.

Then Ibra closed the laptop and lay on the lap of Laras who gasped because he was busy watching television. "Eh .. if work do not laze. Later can not payih sir," joked Laras while stroking the delicate and fragrant hair Ibra.

"Hem .. Let it be, the important thing can release the longing. Same baby and her Mommy," woo Ibra while changing her position.

Laras was dumbfounded, hearing Ibra's words just now. Staring at Ibra's face.

His hands touched the stomach and raised the clothes Laras up a little, the skin of the stomach Laras white. Put his lips there. "Darling, how are you? long time Papi didn't visit you, son."

"Hem .. Not every day, also see ya?" chirp Laras while continuing to caress Ibra's hair.

Ibra. "Yes, but I just met you," Nyengir showed off his white teeth.

"Ih .." murmured Laras while rolling his eyeballs.

Ibra got up and sat back down beside Laras, leaning back and stretching out her arms. Laras looked at Ibra who had not seen where.

With hesitation, Laras leaned his head against Ibra's chest. The Netra of Ibra's eyes moved to look and his hands clasped Laras' shoulders, pecking at the tops of his head for a very long time. "Why, why, hem?"

Silent!

Laras did not answer, prestige if you have to say kangen or something. Shame to have to admit his feelings, who wants to be spoiled and wants to always be close to Ibra.

Ibra tightened her embrace. "To yu's room? Brother has longed to look at baby," whispered with his hands have started to walk.

Laras looked up with a glare. "Isn't it .. lots of work?" with a soft voice and a little trembling.

Ibra let go of her embrace. "That's it, it can be arranged, baby!"

Without warning, Ibra carried Laras' body, brought into the room.

Barrel gasp. "Ih, say cake first, so I'm not surprised?" laras said, embracing Ibra's neck and inserting his head around her neck.

Ibra smiled, the more here Laras showed that he liked his treatment.

Arriving in the room, closed the door with Ibra's feet, then Laras lay on the bed. directly crimped it, showering with small kisses on all parts of the body Laras. But powerful enough so that the skin bristles, the fur of the nudity also stands, making a sense of a strange degree in the body of both.

The Netra of the Barrel's eyes moved towards the door. "The door, not yet in the key," he whispered with a trembling voice.

Ibra, turned to the door that Laras meant and muttered. "Ah, just disturb."

"So, why don't you lock it first?" timpal Laras holding both hands around Ibra's neck.

"Stage, dear. Anyway, you told me to lock the door. But your hands lock my neck, don't let me go!"

Instantly Laras removed his arms from Ibra's shoulders, moving his eyes in another direction. Feeling ashamed, his face was flushed red.

Cuph, Ibra landed a kiss on Laras' cheek and immediately went down to lock the door ....

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I'm sorry I'm late and my reader, which should have been up yesterday. Only able to up now, somehow the innate sleepy mulu nih eyes, can not be invited to compromise. Happy reading and don't get bored ya🙏