Marriage Contract Letter

Plea

"Ehem," Ibra sneered and stared intently at the two young men.

Laras turned to Ibra with an unbecoming heart. But don't take the dizziness.

"Who are they?" ask Ibra to Laras. The one who lowered his head continued.

"I don't know, I don't know them!" laras said very clean and stay focused with his work.

Ibra approached the fence, to approach the young man. "What does my wife need?" ibra asked started to pull out her fangs.

The two young men looked at each other. Shocked to hear Ibra's words admit the woman was his wife. "Em ... that woman ... your wife?"

"Yes, my wife. You better not bother my wife, she's pregnant. I'll call security, if need be police around. Because you have upset our calm!" firmly Ibra while taking the phone out of her pocket.

"Ja-don't sir, ka-we'll be leaving soon. And we're sorry that you're disturbed." The young man stammered, nervous at Ibra's bluff.

Then they left, riding each other's bikes. Don't forget to wear his helmet. Jiu .. s motor both sped away from the place.

Ibra. "Hem, just so much guts as it seems. It's good to bother the wife orangi want me to make what tempe chips." Glancing back. Barrels Already not on the terrace, Ibra breezed into the house again.

Barrel was sitting on the couch watching television. Ibra sat next to him grabbing the laptop and opening it. He started to take care of his work again.

Laras. "I'm going to the room, right? sleepy," said Laras while yawning until his eyes glazed over.

Ibra. "Sleep, was that bobo?"

"When bobo? where was bobo, good." Baras slightly glared while smiling as well.

"But .. according to Susi you sleep. Ha ha ha ..." Ibra laughed a little.

"That's, according to him. Where am I bobo? there you continue to disturb." kekeh Laras, as if whispering and glancing towards Susi who was wiping the window glass while singing.

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It's been two weeks now living in a new home. During that time Laras has never walked anywhere or even to the orphanage, except shopping or looking for food. And to the obstetrician, even with Ibra. almost every day Ibra comes and goes. Sometimes overnight there, they seem very happy as a husband and wife generally.

One day, Dian came to Laras' place. I don't know who is clear Ibra never said or gave the address of the house Laras to Dian.

The barrel of a hen is flushing the flowers in the back. Susi rushed to Laras.

"Madam" call Susi, though she hasn't reached where Laras is standing.

Laras looked at him in wonder. Because seeing Susi in a hurry and looking tense. "What's Sus?"

"Madam, that ... in front there is Dian ma'am," Susi said pointing forward.

Baras gasped to hear it. "Dian's? what's it going to do here," Laras dag dig dug's heart just doesn't matter. Already he felt calm here, suddenly came Dian, making his heart misgivings. He took a deep breath. Controlling his irritable, nervous and tense feelings.

"Yes, Dian's mom. What ... Madam don't have to see me?" Susi looked worriedly.

Baras smiled faintly. "Why indeed? let it be." The barrel turns off the water from the hose, then runs towards the front.

"But, Madam .. I'm worried-"

"What worries Sus? don't like suudzon, pamali." Baras cut off Susi's anxious-looking words.

Susi scratched her head. "But, Mistress!"

"Have you, welcome it well there?" Laras told Susi first, she wants to go to the toilet for a while.

Susi rushed to the terrace. Approaching Dian who was sitting there. "Sorry Madam, please come in."

"Where the hell is that? from just waiting, just nongol. no manners are the same guests." Ketus Dian while entering the simple house.

Susi followed Dian from behind. "Please Madam sit down?"

Dian only glanced coldly, her nether eyes sweeping through all corners of the space. Which has not been a lot of wall decoration, but has been arranged very neatly. There is a concern Dian, his eyes were fixed on the wall that there is a wedding photo Ibra and Laras. Depends on the living room.

Pain ... Dian's heart, seeing the photo plastered in the front room again. Feet Dian stepped in the family room with eyes fixed focus observing that there, on the table below the television there is a picture figura that is very very very interesting eye bead Dian this time. A photo reflecting the happiness of Ibra and Laras, an image of Ibra embracing Laras from behind with a smile that expands full of happiness from both.

Brugh!

Dian closed the picture figura on her back to the ceiling. His heart ached more, his chest tightened. Husband who used to love him very much, it turns out also the same new people he knew. Her eyes glazed over the pain in her heart, yet she tried to stem it from getting out there. It felt like screaming as hard as it could to remove fatigue and tightness in the chest.

"Sir Dian?" the sound of Barrels from the back that had just appeared in that place.

Dian immediately turned his head, and stared intently at Laras. "You feel at home here?"

"Some, Brother. Sit Sis Dian?" pointing to the sofa in a row with him he also sat himself on the other sofa.

"Well, until you forget the skin?" Ketus Dian while frowning her brows.

"meaning? who forgot that skin!" asked Laras while carving a smile on his lips

"Yes, you forgot. If you were married to my husband because of whom?" he said while sitting his body on the sofa.

"No, I don't forget, I'm very grateful to Kak Dian, for all this" said Laras smiling faintly.

"Hem, until asking to move everything? it's been given good even visit, already live in the palace .. ask for a small house." His eyes rolled back around the room.

"Sir, that luxury does not guarantee peace of heart, I am more comfortable here and away from the commotion or the aridity of the soul." Clear Barrel.

Dian stared expressionlessly. "Well, how's your pregnancy? it's been four months, right?" tanya Dian stared at Laras' stomach which was already noticeable.

"Yes, four months. Oya, Dian's sister isn't in the office?" ask Laras, it's a wonder this hour is here.

"In the office, where is my husband?" ask Dian dingukan.

"He, is not here" said Laras back, because indeed today Ibra has not come.

"Oyeah, the hell time? it's not every day here, I know that he visits you every day." Ketus Dian's.

"Yes, not every day either, if he has a meeting, he does not come here anyway," explained Laras.

Dian mangangguk quietly, with that unfriendly look. "Yes, you want a four-monthly event, right?

"Yes, God willing, in the near future." said Laras back.

"On missions? the show will be held in the Missions, so that it is broad and all is guaranteed. In here narrow and the banquet was the most ngandelin ketring," continued Dian slightly sneered.

"I want, even here the event will not be luxurious, quite simple. Let the important ketring be guaranteed and itung-itung share rejeqi lah." stressed Laras.

"But our colleagues are many and everyone's important? so I'll make a lot of invitations. Especially the Ibra family." continued Dian with a look at the window.

"I am, whatever. But I still want to be here" said Laras again. Chuckle with his decision, that if holding a four-monthly event at his home is not in the mension. The reason that Laras wants is a teaching event.

"I'm Ibra's wife, I have the right to determine which four-monthly event? and Ibra will certainly approve my decision, rather than others." Dian said very confidently.

Susi came to bring Dian's favorite drink, yes it's juce melon. Hearing a fairly tense conversation, makes Susi tense.

Secretly, Susi made a call with Ibra to hear Dian and Laras talk. Although not from the beginning, Susi pretended to play the game.

"I hope you can keep your promise, if the child is born. You're gonna hand it to me." Dian's voice was firm.

Laras. "Sorry Brother, how many times have I explained, I changed my mind-"

"It's not that simple, you've signed black over white, and you'll get the rewards you deserve. You will I send abroad if you need to stay there, why also the money I give," said Dian cut a speech from Laras. "Why did the money I gave you come back?"

"That, first Sister, before I understood how to be a mother," Laras' eyes began to water. "I don't want to sell this kid, I crave. I am pregnant and I will risk my life to give birth if I am still alive? after childbirth. How could I possibly sell it? where I almost risked my life for this kid. Unless we foster together, then I'll allow it. But if to give up completely, it will not," said Laras while wiping his tears that almost fell, his hand rubbed the stomach.

Suddenly, Dian knelt before Laras. "I beg you very much. Give the boy to me, and divorce my husband, you are normal and beautiful. You will easily get a better husband and you can get pregnant again," said Dian memelasih and put together the two hands in front of her chin.

Laras gasped, not expecting that Dian would willingly kneel down to beg him. "Sorry, I won't change my mind. Sis Dian does not need to kneel like that, because it will not change my decision," Laras said softly. Hands shrugged Dian's shoulders to stand up.

Susi who was tense and nervous was moved to see him. Hearing the words of Laras. Also Dian's plea to Laras.

Dian is now sitting in her place. "Well, if your mind is like that right now. May tomorrow or the day after tomorrow your mind change, and remember! Your son and husband are now ... mine, just look at me if my words would be Ibra listen." Dian explained without hesitation.

Hearing Dian Laras' words smiled faintly. She is ready to go to war with Dian, to get her right as the wife and mother of Malik Ibrahim's son. The mouth opened, ready to speak. However ....

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