Marriage Contract Letter

Serving husband

Dian sat on Ibra's lap with her hands around Ibra's neck. "Honey, tumben is still late afternoon already to my room, kangennya?"

Ibra did not immediately answer, only his eyes were observing the body of his wife who was still hand-held. "Over your clothes, there will be a cold."

Dian pursed her lips. "What don't you like?" stroking Ibra's cheeks and staring at the two blind eyes Ibra was very clingy.

"I want to, to the house of Laras. Know, right? is there a mom and dad there?" said Ibra who was embracing Dian's waist.

Instantly, Dian's face, which was originally grim, became grim and changed drastically. He stood up and moved away from Ibra.

"Can't you? tomorrow, I'm with you all together," said Dian who looked disappointed.

"I, in the waiting by papa and mama. So I have to get there." Ibra continued to look closely and hold Dian's hand.

Dian smiled, as if thinking of something. He stood in front of Ibra. Opening the towel that had been attached to his body, he was sure, in this way Ibra would be tempted and complacent. He then abandoned his intention to leave.

Di suguhi Dian's mole, making Ibra's chest pounding. The heart is racing, repeatedly swallowing its saliva. But Ibra quickly took the towel and wrapped it in Dian's body.

Dian, very surprised. He thought Ibra was not tempted at all, with a disappointed heart. Dian sat back to Ibra who tried to persuade him.

"I'm leaving now, right?" ibra said, hugging from behind.

Dian turned around and hugged back. "Em ... Temenin I have dinner first huh? after that you can go."

"Yes .. I want to eat at Laras' place. But you may," Ibra's mind as she kisses Dian's head.

"Okay, splinter get ready. I'll wait at the dinner table, okay?" obra said, taking off his arms and standing up.

"Just wait here," murmured Dian in his potent tone.

Ibra sat back. "All right."

Dian walked over to the wardrobe, took all her clothes. And a moment later came back with all his gear. And deliberately dressed in front of Ibra in the hope that Ibra might be tempted. Keep playing with him, and sleep together until finally forget, will not go to the place of Laras.

Ibra tried to lower her gaze by playing on a mobile phone. Do not want to be provoked by the actions of Dian who has been read and known to his bulus.

While wearing clothes, Dian's eyes netra looked at Ibra who continued to look down. Busy with his own phone.

Finished with her dress-up ritual, Dian turned to Ibra who was still busy with her phone. "Yu, baby. Hungry nih ..." Dian's spindle in Ibra's hand looked up at her.

"Come, wah .. scented very much." woo Ibra while standing. They walked hand in hand, towards the eating place.

Arriving at the dining table Ibra pulled a chair for Dian. Only then did he sit himself next to Dian.

"Night, Ladies and gentlemen?" hapa bu Rika nodded respectfully.

"Night too," replied Dian.

Bu Rika prepared a meal for Ibra and Dian. If with Laras certainly serving Ibra is Laras not an assistant.

"Darling, can't it serve me? as Laras did, don't rely on a mulu assistant" Ibra said on the sidelines.

Dian glanced at it and said. "Darling, why is there an assistant if you have to be served by your wife? the wife is not a maid."

"Emang is not a maid, but what the wife does for the husband is worship, baby .. I do not require you to do all the housework, just ... what is wrong with serving the husband other than in bed?"

"Don't consider me the same Prolar, baby. I'm the same she's different! I'm a career woman while she's just at home. It is only natural that he will always serve you in all things, I am tired on the outside. Not to mention a dizzy head, thinking about work." Typal Dian with a resentful tone.

"I never told you to work, baby, you are at home also will not be short of money. I'll suffice, Laras is equally good." Ibra is no less high.

Dian slightly changed position to face Ibra. "If I just stay home. Free dong my parents sent me high, you know that," said Dian back.

"You want me, a woman who has a career outside. Not to forget his duties as a wife at home. I'm not asking you to do everything, not just a handful." Ibra was emotionally disturbed. But he tried to swamp it, afraid of overflowing.

Dian closed her eyes trying to control her anger. "I'm tired dear .. already, here are many assistants. Why the hell should I be in trouble ha!" netra Dian's eyes swept over the assistants who were there, including Rika's mother who was standing not far from the dining table.

"I-it's another dear, another .. because the reward is different. If you are busy, serving your husband with trivial things is reluctant. What if you take care of the kids? everything will be handed over to the baby sitter! it's free that you want to take care of your child, if you're just thinking about yourself. In your heart there is no affection for a child, so all in vain. Do not expect to get the right to care for children if they take care of baby sitters too," said Ibra at length, then leave the meal. She left Dian there too.

"Darling, want kamana? don'tgo. Darling?" dian's voice shrieked even more, but Ibra ignored it. He continued walking until he was no longer seen by Dian.

Dian slammed the spoon onto the plate, rubbing her face rough and frustrated. Holding his head down, feeling annoyed. Anger enveloped his heart.

"Say, sir, there is a point, Madam. What's wrong with doing small things to make your husband happy, maybe ... The master also wants the Madam to indulge in salain in place-"

"I don't need any advice from you. I know what I'm supposed to do, don't sue me." hardik Dian cut off Rika's saying.

Bu Rika fell silent, after receiving a reply from the slightly haughty Dian.

Dian stepped on the table a little and let the food go. Her tears were so rough, she moved from her seat. Swinging his steps away from the dining table, hugging his chest while walking. In his brain is lined with everything that Ibra had said and digested from his intention. But he did not accept if he said he did not have affection, obviously he wanted children!

He sat in the garden, looking at the dark, pitch-black sky.The stars were reluctant to decorate the darkness of the night. Moreover, the moon, as if knowing the current mood of Dian.

While Ibra, from the dining table directly to the room. To pick up his car keys, his keys and his laptop. He took it to the Laras house.

The gate in the open, by the scurity who nodded respectfully. On Ibra who drove himself.

Ibra lowered the window glass in half. "Lock again sir, I'll stay outside."

"Oh, well sir. stay at the barracks place huh? have a good time, sir?" nod back.

Ibra did not answer other than the look in her eyes for a moment. Then drive the car at high speed.

"Be careful, Taun ..." screeched Mr. Scurity while waving his hand.

Ibra's car darted like an arrow released from his bow. So fast that in a matter of minutes the car was in front of the house Laras, honks sounded many times. Susi rushed to the fence to open the lock.

"Night, Taun ...."

Ibra drove her car up near the terrace. Side by side with the car owned by Laras, then down closed the door and immediately entered the house. In the living room is empty. in the family room is also equally empty. Apparently the house people are still at the dining table but the rich have finished eating.

Assalamu'aikum ..." Ibra hugged both her parents in turn.

"Wa'alaikum salam," said everything in unison.

"I'm sorry I'm late" Ibra said as she kissed the backs of her parents' hands alternately.

Later then. Laras grabs Ibra's hand and kisses her on the back of her hand, and Ibra kisses Laras' forehead very gently.

Both of his parents, were so happy to see his son and ex showing such a scene. As soon as Adem saw it.

"Have you eaten yet?" probing Laras stared at the husband who shifted the chair and sat nearby.

Ibra. "Not yet." Because it had not been half eaten, he had left because it was preceded by a sense of annoyance at Dian.

Laras stood up and took the plate and got some rice, vegetable soup and also did not miss the fried chicken. Then he gave Ibra, and also his white water.

Netra Ibra's eyes continued to look at Laras who seemed sincere in serving him. "Thank you darling?"

Laras, replied with his most beautiful nod and smile. Then sit back to just accompany, Rahma and Marwan moved to sit in the family room.

Ibra immediately ate a dinner that Laras serve. In between his meals he fed Laras. "Aa .. open her mouth."

Laras. "No, I'm full."

"Not pa-pa once," pinta Ibra kekeh wants to feed his wife.

Finally, Laras opened his mouth and received the intake of the spoon containing the rice and chicken. "It."

"Alright dear ..." while wiping Laras' lips that have rice.

After Ibra's meal. Baras asked me if I wanted to add it or not? ibra refused, arguing that he was full.

Ending with a glass of water Ibra finished his dinner that felt very delicious. Then he pulled Laras' hand to follow him, joining his parents in the living room.

"Sus, will you please sort it out?" tell Barrel to Susi who is standing near the sink.

"Yes, this is Susi's job." Sahut Susi stared at the employer's part.

The two have sat down with Rahma and Marwan. They chatted everything, even discussing the four-monthly event that he wanted Laras to be held here. Not in the press or in the hotel.

Mr. Marwan and Rahma supported him wherever he was. The important thing is to be safe and run smoothly. That's Mr. Marwan's message.

The hour hand has shown at 21. passing and Laras suah looks tired. "Bobo there baby, I'll follow." Ibra Gumam slowly. Feeling smug on the barrel that looks tired and continues to evaporate until his eyes water.

"Yes, already. You guys just rest, we still want to watch television." said Mr. Marwan in timpali by Ms. Rahma with a nod.

"Well, you want to rest first Pah, Mah, see you tomorrow." Ibra stood up and pulled Laras' hand.

Laras also stood and previously said goodbye to the two mertunya first.

Ibra led Laras to her room, if only she were not ashamed, Ibra would have carried Laras' body into the room.

Arriving at the room, Ibra immediately locked the door. Barrels first to the bathroom and remember not to pray. At the door Laras stopped his steps. "Have you prayed yet?" he turned to Ibra who was opening his jacket.

"Yet, you go to the bathroom first." Reply Ibra. keep the adhesives on the sofa.

The barrel continues its steps and disappears behind the door leaf. A moment later returned with a hatch of water wudu, Ibra looked at the wife and she entered the bathroom. Take the wudu water.

After praying, and praying. Then the two lay down on the bed, under the dim light. Ibra immediately hugged his wife under the blanket.

The barrel placed his cheek on the chest of the bare-chested Ibra. Ibra's hand caressed the long wavy hair.

Baras's wiggly fingers played on the little hairy husband's chest.

Ibra landed several small kisses on the head of Laras. Laras looks perfectly at Ibra. "Did Dian let you come here?"

"Diijin dong dear ... time no?" cuph peeks Laras very friendly. The look full of desire began to show. Then continue to encourage him, Ibra exercise the intention of the mension as well, he intends that tonight just want to fondle his young wife only.

At first Laras a lot of dodging, but over time his passion burned as well. Ibra continued to intensify his attacks, in every place he liked. Repeatedly uniting **** its with****** Prohibited. M****** is gentle and full of warmth.

Both breaths are hunting. The two continue to enjoy the increasingly heated ritual. To cause a strange payment in his body and demand more than that. Finally the struggle began, but remained deep into caution so as not to interfere with the pregnancy of the wife.

The small sounds that come out of the mouth of both, feel melodious in the ears and increasingly spur both to continue to dissolve in a very exciting ritual, plus a very supportive atmosphere. Late and cold night.

Sweat from the bodies of the two poured out, accompanying the fatigue that began to whack. To end their struggle. Ibra further accelerated his rhythm, so they can feel the peak of victory is really satisfying. If there were a medal for the award, Ibra would have got it.

Dropped his body, next to the body of the wife who was adjusting his breathing is not good. His chest is up and down.

Likewise Ibra, continues to try to control the breath and desire that wants to continue. Seeking a stopover from his.

His breathing had begun to calm, Ibra pulled the head of the wife to sleep on the chest of the field. The barrel complies by pulling the thick blanket so as not to escape from the clasp between his hands and armpits.

"I love you baby" cuph! pecking his head. "Stay be my good and obedient wife."

"Subordinate? that is," Laras looked up for a moment, then buried his face in the chest of the husband.

"Without I have to answer, you must understand the meaning" said Ibra. Rubbing the shoulder Barrel.

Laras was silent for a moment, thinking about Ibra's words just now. "Yes .. I understand." Mumbled slowly.

A few minutes later. Laras eyes can not be opened again so sleepy. Likewise Ibra continued to yawn with closed eyes, akhinya they waded the ark of the dream.

The night changed in the morning. The moon and the star allow the sun to warm the whole earth. The sun was shining so brightly in this bright morning.

The sound of birdsong adds to the warmth and martyrdom of nature in the morning, at this time Ibra lazing on the bed, after doing a clean-up further at dawn. He went back to sleep, it happened to be Sunday.

At the same time, Laras has participated in activities in the kitchen. With Susi and Rahma while chatting and laughing, which raises the warmth between in-laws and ghosts. Even assistants.

After breakfast, Ibra was asked by Laras to drive her weekly shopping. And Ibra is direct! be ready to take the wife shopping or anywhere ....

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