Marriage Contract Letter

Feels brief

The barrel immediately ran to welcome who came, apparently Ibra who just got out of the car and was about to enter the terrace. He stood by the door with a sharp look at her.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" ibra said while embracing the waist of Laras invited him into the house.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Where the hell is it?" asked Laras in an annoyed tone.

Ibra's steps came to a halt immediately after hearing the question from Laras' lips. He stood in front of his wife. "There's a business for a minute. Why sweetheart?" rubbing the head of Laras who looks upset and the face of the oun in the bend.

"Yes, geez .. My wife why is it Sus?" netra Ibra's eyes search for Susi's whereabouts to ask about Laras.

"No, to nobody!" ketus Laras while bowing his gaze.

Ibra cupped her hands to Laras' face in her lift to look back at her. "Me, it's Zayn's business, baby."

The bead of his eyes Laras looked closely at the two blind eyes of Ibra as if looking for certainty there. Laras did not understand his feelings, why was he so upset when Ibra left. It was his right, even if he went with his other wife. "really?"

"Right baby ... Why would I lie?" ibra's hand clasped Laras's head, carried him into his arms.

"So I, take care of something with Zayn. Was about to go straight to the Missions, finished here not in love something." Ibra chuckles.

Suddenly, Laras distanced himself from the sturdy body. "Certainly? why come back here, go back to the Missions. I'm fine at staying too, besides you were here last night. So tonight you can go."

Ibra showed her amused smile, seeing Laras sulking. He told me to leave but not willing to. Ibra colek dagu Laras that he immediately tepis. "You're telling me to leave?"

"Yes," answered Baras briefly.

"Yes, it's .. If you tell me to leave, anyways Dian must be waiting for me in the Missions," said Ibra pretending to leave and has turned her back.

The barrel was made even more upset. With crossed hands on the chest, revealing his face that was increasingly bent. Her lips were ringing a few inches forward, her eyes were hot and watery. Seeing Ibra's footsteps that were almost nearing the door.

One more step when Ibra's feet crossed the door, Ibra turned her head towards Laras who immediately turned her back to Ibra's figure. Ibra's smile expanded and went back to Laras, he embraced his stomach from behind. Pasting his chin on Laras' shoulder, deliberately exhaling to the neck of the Wife's level.

Baras closed his eyes, when his body was already in the body of Ibra. Indeed this is what she wants at this time, Today Laras wants to be spoiled by her husband. But his lips were hard to ask.

Ibra's palm rubbed the wife's stomach very gently. "Dear, you know? Your mommy is sulking. told Papi to leave, but actually can't leave. Mommy's weird, huh?"

Laras lowered his hand to hold Ibra's hand. "Why not go? just go, don't think about me."

"really? but your lips are so monty, that's not a sign you can't go," cuph! peeping his cheeks Laras.

Their positions are now facing. "I-i"

"Why? speak," the nether eyes of Ibra stared fixedly. The hand grabbed both hands of Baras and kissed his back in turn.

Laras sees him, and Ibra pulls Laras to sit on the couch with him. Laras just according to Ibra who invited him to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Why baby? tell me what to do!" ibra's hand tugged Laras' shoulder into his embrace.

Laras shook his head slowly. "Wouldn't do anything."

"Related, don't want anything? don't want to be spoiled, or buy something?" ibra asked again by hugging Laras' body very tightly.

Laras felt comfortable in Ibra's arms, burying his face under Ibra's neck. Jemari Laras playing with Ibra shirt buttons, precisely on the chest of the field.

"Maybe I'm wrong, maybe the guy's word is right. If I've taken someone's husband, I'm happy on top of your other wife's pain. I take the attention and affection of people's husbands," said Laras lethargic. The mind keeps talking about it, but the mind and heart are not singcron.

Ibra lowered her gaze at Laras. "Why say that? I told you, you're not wrong, it's me and Dian. It has brought you into the tempest of our household."

"I'm confused, confused how? because on the other side. I don't want to be a shackle between the two of you, a bully of your happiness with him." Laras straightened his seat and looked at the bead of Ibra's eyes which was also staring at him.

"Not to be confused, baby, we will pass all together" said Ibra while squeezing Laras fingers and again kissing his back.

"It's clear, because of me, your two wives are divorced. You were okay-" before"

"Sttt .. dear .. it's just by chance, all revealed when you were there. Listen to me baby, never blame yourself again. I don't want to hear it, okay?" ibra cut off Laras' words and re-stretched Laras' head into his arms. Peeling his forehead many times.

"Ah, sorry. Susi brought water to drink, and once the Lord and Lady were thirsty. Sorry huh? already bother you he he he he .." Susi's voice while kneeling kept two cups of drink for the master.

The barrel gasps and positions its sitting upright. "Thank you Sus ...."

"But .. I didn't ask for it Sus" Ibra chirped as she stared intently at Susi. He was disturbed by Susi's presence.

Susi lowered her head, feeling guilty. "Sorry, Sir."

"Abang ... Don't do that? instead we must thank Susi," said Laras while pinching Ibra's thigh, showing his disapproval of Ibra's attitude.

At first Susi thought Ibra was angry with her, so her heart shrunk. But it turns out Ibra threw a sweet smile that made her heart relieved and calm. "Together Mr and Madam." Susi turned her back to the kitchen.

"Don't be the same person, he's been kind enough to bring a drink without having to be in the pot first, I just forgot." The Baras protest against Ibra's attitude.

"Yes, dear .. yes, I've been grateful and the water has been drunk," Ibra said, pinning his wife's chin.

Because they had entered the magrib, both entered the room and fulfilled their obligations as Muslims.

Laras cleared the former prayer, while Ibra received a call by the window. "Yes, honey .. be careful there." so Ibra chatted on the phone.

Laras stared at Ibra with a question in his heart. Who calls, but he does not say only the eyes speak.

Ibra who understands that Laras is curious. Explain directly. "Dian is in Semarang. There's business there."

"Oh, when's the rage?" search Laras.

"So morning, he said. I don't know either, he said .. after getting there," Ibra said, lowering both shoulders.

"Maybe, he forgot to tell you. So that only just said after getting there," said Laras.

"Maybe, but .. great--"

"Well, how good is that? not sad to be left with his wife," asked Laras was surprised by what Ibra said.

Ibra approached and embraced, showering Laras' forehead with a kiss. "If Dian wasn't in the session. I don't have a reason to go home, baby, you're glad that I'm here to keep hem?" clamping the chin of Laras with anxiety.

"No, you can go back there anyway" he said as if telling Ibra to leave.

"Hem .. I know, it's just on his lips, in his other heart. It forbids me to go, right? I-i'm telling." Ibra showered Laras with kisses, making Laras giggle and kowtow. The intimacy ended with an intoxicating touch, Ibra fused her lips together with Laras' lips. It is ******* its very softly, ******** very friendly.

Makes a strange swish appear in the body of Laras and both. Blood flowed profusely and hotly, the chest heaving and heaving breaths. Both eyes were closed, swept away in passion. Laras' hand rubbed Ibra's back, while Ibra hugged her very tightly.

Afraid of getting carried away even deeper, Laras realized that it was time for dinner. Outside it seems there are already in-laws, because Laras heard the sound of his car. And it must be that Mr. Marwan and Rahma go home, from the house of his relatives.

Slowly Baras' hand pushed Ibra's chest. "I'm hungry" The Barrel's voice was very soft. He was afraid Ibra was disappointed.

Disappointed Ibra took off her embrace and ended with a kiss on Laras' forehead which lowered her head.

"Yes, already, we're eating yu," with Ibra's trembling voice. Still can control his breathing.

Laras hugged the sturdy body again, so that he momentarily sucked in a breath that was hunting. Her chest up and down, Laras rubbed her husband's chest.

"Control your breath first" murmured Laras who pressed his cheek against Ibra's chest.

"okay." Ibra muttered while sticking his chin on the top of Laras' head.

After everything is normal. As the two left the room for the kitchen, Ibra led the wife's hand in her footsteps.

"Well, we're done with dinner. We're hungry, Mah, Sus?" marwan said as he glanced at his wife and assistant.

Susi and Rahma nodded, assuring Marwan.

"No pa-pa, eat first. We were just hungry" said Ibra, blind eyes looking at the menu on the table.

Before taking the plate, Laras glanced at the round clock which already showed at 20:12 wib. The barrel was surprised. "Feelings, I just finished praying magrib?" inner barrel, then take the plate and its contents.

She served her husband Ibra. Who then took the plate for himself, both of them ate dinner with a gluttonous saga. Every now and then Laras turned his head to the clock, his heart still astonished. It was so short the time he had passed.

Ibra who saw the netra of Laras's eyes continued to look at the clockwork, Ibra asked. "Why baby? look at the clock."

Laras looked at her between meals. "Ah, no," pulled her lips.

Toot ....

Toot ....

Toot ....

Ibra and Laras exchanged glances, wondering who came ....

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