Marriage Contract Letter

Mild punishment

Ms. Rahma and Mr. Marwan who lived in the house of Laras after the departure of their son and ex shopping chatted in the park, then moved into the room.

"Darling, it's been a while since I've played horses." Marwan grinned while embracing his wife's waist.

"Why indeed? it's old too," pretended to be ketus when he wanted to.

"Reviews huh? tell me Papa's all old." Marwan immediately fondled the wife who stepped on. So-sookan.

From the sofa move to the bed and play there, with his passion. These two couples let go of each other's longings and tempestuous desires like a young person.

Outside the fence, Ibra's car is parked waiting for Susi to open the gate that is not locked. Ibra's car crept into the yard, in the parking lot near Laras' car.

Ibra went down first and opened the door for Laras. Barrels out tote bags and confectionery bags. While Susi took out the groceries from the trunk and brought them to the kitchen.

The barrel in Ibra's gang enters a deserted house, like no one at all. "Where is mama? very quiet, rich no one," murmured Ibra dyed.

"Maybe he's taking a break again." Replied Laras while sitting his body on the sofa.

"Mungin!" Ibra sat down near Laras and grabbed Laras by the shoulder, bringing her into his arms.

Laras' hand pushed Ibra's face closer to his. "Sana ah, embarrassed to see Susi later."

"No pa-pa, most covered his face with five fingers. While his eyes peeked like before in the car," Ibra said with a small laugh.

Laras laughed and saw Ibra's facial expression when she exemplified Susi. Ibra also chuckled laughing and was happy to see the wife could laugh not moody as before.

"That's dong, laugh. More beautiful," get rid of hair from the forehead Barrel. "I'd rather you laugh, not moody. Later our children are also sad to see Mommy is sad," continued Ibra back.

"Him laughing too, huh?" staring at her husband.

"Don't you, baby, laugh all by yourself? how crazy will you think."

"Ah ah, I'm going to go to the room first." The barrel stood up taking her bag that was on the table. Then swing his steps towards the room.

Ibra went up and followed Laras, following behind. Laras turned his head back to follow him, when he was in the room, Laras changed his clothes with a negligee. While Ibra while lying down turned on the television in the room.

After changing the suit, Laras came out of the bathroom. Find her husband who is lying down. He approached Ibra. "I'm going to the kitchen to help Susi cook."

Ibra catches Laras' hand and pulls it until Laras' body falls over him.

Laras. But Ibra's hand locked Laras' back. "What the hell? want to cook!" his murmur Laras was so smooth to sound in the ear.

Netra Ibra's eyes moved to see the beautiful face of the wife. "I forgot, you dared to pinch me. Now I want punishment."

"Punishment, not wrong?" sahut Laras throw a view in another direction.

"Yes, punishment. But ... light weight." Ibra laughs.

"That is all punishment? strange," continued Laras wonder and wonder what it is.

"You can only get out of this room if you have served the sentence." continued Ibra back.

"Ah, I want to cook for lunch." Watch the clock hanging on the wall.

"Yes, so do it first, just get out. If you don't want to .. can't get out." Ibra's timpal again.

"What the hell is that? yeah, I don't have to eat either. Let's go hungry." Ketus Barrel.

"No, I will not starve, I will give you a banana" Ibra's lips grinned. Showing teeth.

"Yes, what is it?" search for Baras with still in the same position.

Ibra sat himself down but still hugged his wife. "The penalty is .. touch it here and many times up to ten times. Not much either." Pointed his lips.

"That looks like the Boss .." Laras muttered as he flicked his finger.

Ibra took off her embrace. Then sitting cross-legged, his arms stretched back to hug the wife's back.

"But .. the way is not just sticking dear." explained Ibra while peeping her forehead.

"What else?" ask Laras with his laziness.

"Like this, dear me," Ibra gave an example. He fused his lips with the Lips of Barrel. M******name then*******very softly. Then Ibra. "That's how, baby."

"Can, it's just now" said Laras shyly.

"Dear, it's me who loves you. Now you're the one who's giving." Connect Ibra. Swabbing the cheek Barrel.

As he shook his head, Laras muttered. "No way, shame." Putting his head in.

Ibra's finger raised Laras' chin to look up. "Come ..." Ibra's voice is soft. "Do as I taught you before" he whispered.

Then Laras prepared to do the orders of her husband. She remembered the word of Mr. Ustad, the wife should pursue the reward of her husband. Do the husband's orders, as long as it does not violate the rules. Do something to make your husband happy and you will get his reward.

Ibra was already tense and impatiently waiting for her. "Come on, baby dong?"

Slowly, Baras approached and closed his eyes. At first it was just sticking, for a long time it did also as Ibra taught just now and as Ibra often did to him.

"Just five times, baby. five more times?" said Ibra raising her eyebrows and smiling with satisfaction.

Another with Baras his face flushed, embarrassed. Usually just take, but now have to give.

"Come, baby, she said she wanted to cook?" ibra's voice was soft as if whispering and shaking.

Chest Barrel up and down. Breathing is not bad as well, the heart is racing. Then continued the ritual, tilted his head and closed his eyes again.

Ibra who was waiting, immediately welcomed warmly. Down there also burst out alive, thrashing to ask out of his window.

After Done, Laras moved away and rubbed his moist lips.

"Oh, honey, you have to take responsibility?" rengek Ibra pulled Laras' hand back.

"Why?" asked Laras while frowning his forehead.

Ibra, pointing at something that was yelling and asking for more of Laras, his gaze that was full of jokes became full of cravings.

The Netra of Laras's eyes moved and followed the one Ibra pointed at. made Laras shudder and move away. "That's none of my business, all I have to do is be done. And now it's time to escape ..." The barrel half-run while laughing out of the room did not forget to close the door.

"Darling?" call Ibra who doesn't mind. "Well, I won't forgive you." Bizarre, Ibra was disappointed, it hurt to hold back his desire. The solution is he immediately went to the bathroom, fortunately cool something.

Laras who walks thinking, kasian is also the same Ibra who may currently want him very much. But Laras feels bad, when there are in-laws, why he even ngamar continues. So ... forced to let Ibra in his own room, anyways can be another time to spoiled, now want to cook first.

Barrel is struggling in the kitchen with Susi cooking rendang, sour vegetables, tofu bala and others such as sambal and lalapan.

From Rahma's room, the mother-in-law appeared. Looks like a shower because it looks fresh, fresh. Decorated with a bright face, he approached Laras.

"You guys are home? Mama Kira .. y'all haven't come home yet," said Rahma.

"Already, Mah from that, Sus?" Baras glanced at Susi.

"Yes, big lady. Probably didn't hear the car, sir."

"Maybe, um..the smell of Mama's mother's cooking!" said Rahma while rubbing the head of Laras.

Laras smiled, looking at the mother-in-law. "Which father?"

"Frank .. another shower. Papa will come out again," replied Rahma while helping to clean the dishes on the table.

"Where are you going? same Mama or-"

"Yes, Mama's coming. But later in the afternoon also back here, anyways want your four-month preparation dear." Connect Rahma.

"Oh, yes. It's a red car, Mah .. nobody uses it either" said Laras offering his car.

"Yes dear, papa actually wants the pinjem," said Rahma, her heart was happy not to mention it had been bargained. The problem is lazy to the mension, there is a car owned by Marwan as well.

"Yes ... Mah, just take it." Baras.

"Goodbye," cuph! kissing cheek Barrel. Laras only replied with a smile.

Rahma swung her steps towards the room. "Pa, Papah?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" marwan Sahut.

"We do not need to ask for a car from Mession Pa, use a car Laras aja," said Rahma as she approached her husband while buttoning his sleeves.

"Aren't we wearing the same as our ghost?" ask Marwan back.

"No, there's an Ibra car if you want to travel." Timpal Rahma who tidied her husband's collar.

"alright. Then later we just leave, after all afternoon also back again," added Marwan.

"Yes, my mom told me she was the same. Calm down." she said Rahma while hugging the husband, this couple is always friendly in every situation.

Laras left Susi in the kitchen by chance just to wash the furniture. He went to his room, after being in his room. Ibra was huddled under the blanket.

He climbed up, crawled on the bed. Approaching Ibra. "Did you?" call the barrel very gently in Ibra's ear. Ibra did not respond.

"Wake up, Brother .. wake up? it's noon," Lara continued, shaking Ibra's shoulder.

Ibra squirmed lazily, with her eyes closed and turned her body against the ceiling.

Seeing Ibra not waking up either, Laras did not run out of sense. He brought his face closer to the face of Ibra who looked slick. In her face, her face was fixed. "Kasian was also my husband, whom I had rejected earlier," inner Laras, unceasingly looked at Ibra.

Smiling, Laras unhesitatingly kissed her husband's forehead. Ibra still did not respond, Laras smiled. "Hem .. What is my husband sulking about?" laras mumbled slowly.

Baras was still trying, and did not run out of sense to wake him up. The barrel placed a lip on Ibra's lips and slightly played her, making Ibra gasp and open her eyes ....

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