Marriage Contract Letter

Early morning neror people

Brak! ....

The sound of glass breaking in front. All who heard scattered approached to where the sound was sourced.

"What's that sound?" asked the house, Ibra, Zayn and Marwan approached the windowpanes that had been thrown with stones.

"What the hell is it?" laras asked in surprise, his chest pounding in fear, dismay, surprise. Unreasonable feelings enveloped. Holding Rahma's mother, Susi stood near Laras. All three were shaking in fear.

Ibra rushed to open the door and ran out. Netra eyes intensely observe the place around, but you look lonely and do not look suspicious people.

"Damn, who made this? cowardly. Early in the morning terrorizing people, no work what?" ibra murmured while returning inside.

Zayn crouched down and picked up the stone wrapped in paper inscribed with blood. "Wait"

Ibra grabbed the paper in Zayn's grasp and muttered. "What does this all mean?"

Laras, Rahma and Susi look at each other's incomprehension and of course feel horrified. What does the person who did this mean.

Ibra and Zayn also Marwan Masi silent with eyes watching the glass that is hollow, still not to be broken to pieces. The glasses are thick.

"Anything is suspicious outside?" search Mr. Marwan on the stunned Ibra.

"Nothing, Pa. It's safe outside" said Ibra. His mind was spinning hard, who had done this? he did not feel he had an enemy.

Zayn stood up and got closer to the window. "Ck ck ck, still early morning blind .. have made a tantrum." Zayn clucked in annoyance.

The barrel inhaled a deep breath and then it exhaled very long. Breakfast first, huh? it's noon, you're going to the office."

Yeah, we'll think about this later. You want to go to the office later bad luck," said Marwan turned his back to prepare to walk to the kitchen.

Susi has made breakfast at the table. Now that everyone had gathered to face breakfast, Laras As usual, Laras took a plate and the contents of fried chicken rice for her husband.

But Ibra did not eat, he even bengong staring at the food on the plate. His heart and mind were muddled, still wondering who and what he meant?

Laras was sad, seeing Ibra even dumbstruck. Laras took the initiative to feed Ibra who was being filled with anxiety, worried that at any time would harm his family members. Especially Laras here, which clearly happened just now in his house.

Ibra looked at the wife who was sincerely bribing her without thinking that she also needed breakfast. "At home, be careful?" touching the hand of her dielus laras is soft.

"Don't worry, God willing I can take care of myself. Don't think too much about me, think about your health. How sick will you be?" lirih Laras while continuing to feed Ibra. Until toilet.

"Ma, Mah. Titip Laras huh? even if you're not going anywhere" Ibra pointed it at her parents. Staring alternately.

After breakfast, Ibra and Zayn prepare to leave for work. Laras escorted to the porch and grabbed Ibra's hand, then kissed the back of her hand.

By reflex, Ibra brought Laras' head closer. Then kissed the wife. "Well, all right at home?" stroking the cheek Barrel, then down to the stomach.

Ibra knelt down and kissed Laras' stomach in blessing. "Babies. Take care of Mommy, right? don't let anyone bother Mommy."

Laras' hand stroked Ibra's hair and tidied it. "I'll be fine, you don't have to worry about that."

Zayn's car has had his horn ringing many times. Ibra. "OK, there will be a handyman here, to change the window. I'll go first, okay?"

"Yes, be careful," Laras's message stared at Ibra's step into Zayn's car.

Until the car drove, Ibra's eyes looked towards Laras who was still standing in front of the door.

After Zayn's car goes out of sight. Barrel swung his steps into the house, his bead of eyes sweeping through every room. Not forgetting to close the door, the view of Laras was fixed to the paper that became the stone wrapper earlier.

On the paper was inked out of what blood? smells rancid. "Astagfirefull!" he gasped so hard that the paper fell to the floor. Then shook his head slowly.

"Why baby?" look at Rahma's mother approaching Laras who was standing not far from the window.

Laras looked at the mother-in-law. "This, Mah. Smell of rancid, what try all this mean huh? Maad."

"Let's see, what does terrorizing mean. Already, keep it in its original place, we don't know what steps Ibra will take next-"

"Let Ibra think about it, Laras should not be dizzy thinking about it all." Marwan's voice cuts off the wife's words.

"Yes, right said Papa dear, you don't think much. Stress later, let Ibra take care of it." Ms. Rahma rubbed Laras' shoulder. "We ... meningan prepare all needs for four months. Who will we invite, especially ustad or ustazah complex here."

"He he ... Laras does not know, boro-boro ustadz his Rt/RW alone Laras do not know. For all who take care of Zayn is the same brother," replied Laras chuckling.

"Where do we go now the house of the Rt sir. While inviting and asking who is ustadz here?" said Mr. Marwan back.

"Ec ... Mama's with Papa to drop off?" tanya Laras looked at the two in-laws in turn.

"Yes doong darling. Let's ask around, I'll see you." Ms. Rahma nodded and showed her smile to the daughter-in-law and husband.

"Well, Laras wants to wait a minute, and get ready. Shame on this look." Observing his appearance wearing a negligee.

"Oh, okay ... Mama and Papa wait here" said Rahma who sat next to her husband.

The barrelled up from the sofa where he sat. He took his steps towards the room and immediately took the water. After completing the duha, Laras prepared to go to the place of Mr. Rt. He wore a long suit and a pasmina veil.

Snatch the bag at the table, then exit the room and close it back. "Sus .. I'm the same mama and papa want to go to the place of Mr Rt first huh? if it's a long time, there will be a handyman to replace the window glass."

"Oh, well young lady. Wow.... Are you beautiful with that look?" Susi was amazed to see the appearance of Laras now.

Barrels. He widened his eyes, then looked at his own appearance from bottom to top. "It's a habit."

Ms. Rahma immediately showed up, worried that something was very important. "What's Sus?"

"This, Madam .. try to see the young lady is very beautiful wearing a veil," said Susi while pointing at Laras who was still standing in place.

Both eyes of Rahma's mother turned towards Laras. "Waw .. Masha Allah, beautiful dear? Mama wants to take a picture first ah, make IG sure all of Mama's friends are amazed, fascinated to see Mama's ghost on this one."

"Mama, could. I'm so embarrassed." Barrel blushed in shame. His cheeks are red.

Ms Rahma pointed her phone camera at her standing self and hugged Laras' shoulder. Many times he took pictures and directly posted them on his personal IG. "Ah .. done. Tuh-tuh immediately get likes and comments from friends Mama."

"Ma .. Is it ready yet? Mama's style is like a socialite," the husband's lips.

"Ih, Papa shirked if he saw his wife happy, astonished," murmured Rahma while keeping the phone in her pocket.

A faint smile was heard between his two in-laws. "Yes, we're leaving now. Sus ... don't forget. There will be a handyman."

"Okay, young lady." Answer Susi.

Laras, Rahma and Marwan walk to the terrace. "Just go ahead, huh?" said Laras glanced at Rahma's mother.

"Not far away?" she even asked her husband.

"Where Papa knows, Mamah .." - Mr. Marwan shook his head.

Laras was silent for a moment. "Pake the car." Take the key out of his bag.

They are currently in Laras' car. On the street asked where Mr. Rt lived the complex, he said not so far from it. They felt relieved that it was not so difficult to find him.

The barrel car stopped, right in front of a pretty nice house that people said. That's Rt's house.

They went down and came to the house. After a few greetings, finally someone appeared from behind the door of a young man.

"Assalamu'alaikum .." said Mr. Marwan back.

"Wa'alaikumus salam ..." What is necessary sir? please enter?" the one with the house let him in.

At first Laras lowered his gaze in another direction. Then look up and see who has a home. How surprised Laras. "Mriftah?" his finger pointed towards the man.

"Yes, you're Larasati? how come it's here?" search for the man Laras calls Miftah.

Laras showed a bright face, happy to meet old friends. "I ... live in this complex."

"Oh, hasn't it been a while?" tanyanya returned with a face that was no less happy.

"Em .. there may be less than a month. Aye." Yeah." Laras nodded.

"Let's go in first?" back to bring in.

Both eyes Laras move to see the terrace available chairs there and enough for them to chat together. "Eh .. It's good that we sit there better."

"Oh, I can, please." spread a glance at Rahma and Marwan.

Everyone sits on the terrace. "You guys know each other, right?" search mr. Marwan.

Laras. "Yes, Pa. He was a friend of Laras at school.

"Yes, and we haven't seen each other in a long time. I think the data called Larasati is someone else you," said Miftah.

"We, our intention and purpose is to want to meet Rt here. He said .. Is this his house right?" ask Marwan back.

"Yes, right. This is his house." Miftah answered with a friendly smile.

"His guy is there? we want to meet." Call Mr. Marwan again.

"The person .. exists, is dealing with you." Miftah.

Barrels. Staring at Miftah while biting her lips, she said. "Gee ... So you're Rt here?"

"Yes, I'm the Rt here." Keep developing her smile.

"Oh, so you're Rt here?" ask Rahma's mom. "Still young and handsome again." Catch mom Rahma.

"Mama ... Why, Papa is less handsome?" said Mr. Marwan so argue with each other with the wife. Because of the praise of Rahma ma'am on Miftah which is true. He was handsome and while at school alone became the struggle of the girls.

Miftah was once the dream of the girls, but Miftah even several times shot Laras and many times also rejected Laras. With the reason of wanting to focus on school, until finally Miftah in gaet a woman.

Laras shook his head to see his in-laws slightly bickering. "Well, Pa ... What the hell? shame." The Voice of Laras. Stop to the bickering.

Then Marwan nodded and smiled at Miftah.

"Who is Mas?" a woman came out carrying a child who was a toddler ....

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