Marriage Contract Letter

There's mr. Rt

"Oh, this is the new resident guest of the complex" Miftah told his wife.

"You? stay here too" Miftah's wife greeted Laras who was staring at her.

"Yes, how are you?" greet Laras with a sweet smile. It turns out that Miftah's wife, Kikan, is pursuing Miftah from the old school days. Even though Miftah approached Laras, he continued to pursue Miftah.

"Well," the netra Kikan's eyes moved to look at Laras' stomach. "You ... are pregnant?"

"Y-yeah, yeah. I mean come here, with a purpose-"

"Look .." Mr. Marwan cut off Laras' conversation. Then Mr. Marwan told me his purpose and purpose in coming there, and this morning he told me all.

Miftah mangosteen and understand what is meant by Mr. Marwan. "If for a four-monthly event, there is in this complex Ida ustazah. Let me handle the invitation there."

"Thank you, Mr. Rt, and please tighten your security here. I am worried, for the safety of my daughter-in-law," said Ms Rahma.

"Relax, will I try to screw up with the security here and apologize for the discomfort?" miftah said respectfully.

Once it feels enough and there is nothing to talk about anymore. Marwan also said goodbye.

"Oh, but haven't been treated to a drink. I was embarrassed" said Miftah, occasionally glancing at his wife.

"It's okay, Mr. Rt. we've been drinking." Laras nodded respectfully and showed his friendly smile.

"Yes, but Mama. Haus nih dear," murmured bu Rahma slowly but clearly heard by everyone.

Mr. Marwan glared at his wife. So did Laras. "Mamah .." Laras voice quietly.

"I'm sorry again? later I will check there soon," said Miftah stood up and shook hands with his guests.

Laras, Rahma's mother and husband left the place. This time, Mr. Marwan is holding the wheel. In front of the mineral water sale Laras asked to stop.

"You what?" ask Mr. Marwan while pulling over the car he was driving.

"Buy a drink, Pa. .. said Mama's thirsty." The barrel's coming down.

"Don't baby, don't! just a minute to the house. Why buy a drink." Prevent Ms. Rahma from holding Laras' hand.

"Loh, did he say that?" laras said astonished.

"No dear, Mama goiter. Long time visiting was not treated to drink at all, even though there was his wife. The son of the mah just to his father, sleep also his son, this mah cuek-cuek ducks, rich not aja apparatus, he he he he .." grumbled bu Rahma.

"Forgot Mah .. yes already. We're going home, Pa." Laras Mumbled.

"All right," replied Marwan, turning the wheel. Drive the car home.

From the front, it has been seen that there is a handyman who is replacing the broad front window.

Arriving on the terrace. The barrel immediately went down and approached the person at work and showed a friendly smile. "Assalamu'alaikum, Mommy?"

"Wa'alaikum salam. Sorry ma'am, said the owner of this house is not at home." Answer the handyman.

Laras laughed a little and put his foot inside. Rahma from behind followed.

The two craftsmen exchanged glances, who do they think the two women were? play nyelonong boy. Obviously, it has been said that the house people are not at home.

"Ehem, that young lady. Wife who or who owns this house, and I am also the woman who walks behind it. So don't be surprised" Marwan's voice from behind.

Astonishing the two artisans, they pulled the two corners of his lips a faint smile. Thankfully, I don't talk that no.

"Who told you to?" marwan scrunched his forehead.

"We, Mr. Zayn's orders at Mr. Ibra's request," the two said.

"Oh, I'm the father of lord Ibra. Okay, happy work, come on?" pamit Marwan leaves both.

After storing his bag in the room, Laras immediately slid into the kitchen. There found Susi who was cooking. "Sus, it's the brother in front.suguhi drink and food."

Already, Madam. Susi had served coffee," Susi said while stirring her cooking.

"It's over, make it back there? let me continue, "Laras took over Susi's job.

Susi also obeyed the orders of her employer, Laras. He made coffee and also brought food, to the front.

Now Laras struggling with his cooking. With the mind still floating, inexhaustible. Who was terrorizing this morning?

"Mrs, there's Mr. Rt in front." Susi's voice ripped the daydream.

"Yes?" Laras turned to Susi who washed the used coffee cups.

"Yes, in front." Susi.

"All right, I'll see. Make a drink, huh?" susi said while washing her hands, wiping with a tissue. Then rushed out to meet Mr. Rt as Susi said.

After arriving at the terrace, it is true that Miftah was talking with a handyman. Laras approaching. "Eh, Mr. Rt. Please sit down sir." Show the chair on the terrace.

"Oh, don't call me sir, just name it. Rich as anyone," said Miftah timidly. He sat in the chair available there.

"Ah, it should be like that. Oya, who was carried by Kikan was ... Your son, huh? just one-"

"Yes, just one. I'm looking for you not to meet, uh ... meet here, after having each other's partners." Miftah glanced towards Laras with a meaningful gaze.

The Barrel's hand was clinging onto his lap, feeling cold hot. Accompanied by tension and nervousness, worried that his talk leads to the past. "Em .. Please? his security was tightened, afraid that the incident had happened again." Barrels just trying to get to the point.

"Oh, yes .. of course I will order the complex guards to be more vigilant again," said Miftah while continuing to look at Laras which he felt more beautiful than before.

Laras lowered his face. He knew that Miftah did not stop looking at him. "Yes, it's been a long time here and it's been Rt in this complex?" search Laras yes .. itung-itung niceties.

"Already, almost two years more." Miftah. "You, anywhere all this time. I'm looking for."

Baras was silent for a moment. Then saying. "There is. Work, then get married." Breath Helaan Rough barrel. It's too bad to talk about the past.

Miftah's gaze became increasingly fixed, even though she was now married to Kikan, her status as husband. But in Miftah's heart is still stored a sense that is difficult to replace. Although Laras repeatedly rejected it, but the taste still exists until now.

"Eh ... Why wasn't Kikan invited here?" tanya Laras glimpsed at Miftah who was dumbstruck towards her.

"Kikan, he's home. Oya, where's your husband working?" investigate Miftah look into the quiet that is also there the handyman who is installing the windshield.

"Yes, office." Answer Laras. Netra eyes Laras dived in, hoping Mr. Marwan appeared and accompanied the guest. But until finally Miftah pamit no one appeared as well.

"Finally, go home too." Inner Laras. "Yes, thank you very much Mr Rt? again I say thank you very much." Laras nodded respectfully and was very pleased.

Step Miftah was further away from the terrace. The barrel went from sitting, back inside and prepared a meal for the working one as well.

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"I want to know who he was that made it, oya. Install the cctv, just in front and back. In a sense, it's personal." he muttered Ibra while looking at Zayn in front of him who was researching a file.

"Want a room to install a cctv?" search Zayn without looking towards his Boss.

that's.

"No, let alone the room. The other room was not installed, which was installed it .. the front leads to the side and back. Recording other angles as well. That's all." Connect Ibra.

"Yes ... times just want to make memories, how to make the process of making a baby. Ha ha ha ...."

"Damn, what are you crazy about? Hah just digress you this." Ibra glared at Zayn.

"But .. it seems, it might be our job rival Boss," said Zayn made Ibra who wants to focus on the laptop screen. She looked at Zayn.

"You sure? don't suudzon pamali." Ibra wondered if Zayn was right. But who does kira?

"Related, Boss. Just ... ready for him I don't know," replied Zayn as he lifted his shoulders.

"I'm worried about putting my wife and kids at risk. The house of Laras. Mension was fine, there wasn't the slightest bit of suspicious there."

"Maybe, because they know that there's a guard there. It's hard for people to infiltrate there." added Zayn back.

Ibra nodded her head. "The problem is, Laras does not want to live there. If you want, it's safer there times." Ibra pinched her own forehead.

"Try persuading first, just want to go back to the mension. To feel safe, anyways now ... Dian is not there. To Semarang," said Zayn. So it's freer to go on alone, ha ha ha ...."

"Laughter, not funny" Ibra said.

Silent!

Both are concerned with their respective duties. Ibra's fingers are busy with the laptop board along with his two eyes that focus on his laptop screen.

Zayn was busy with the files he had brought from his room. Although he was busy with his activities. The mind kept spinning hard looking for answers about the incident this morning.

Rtt ....

Rtt ....

Rtt ....

Ibra's phone shook, breaking the silence. Ibra immediately retrieved the phone stored on the table, then stuck it in her ear.

"Hello? what's the result." investigate Ibra on the person who spoke on the phone.

"What, who? and what's the purpose. The oya? insolent, take care of them. If masterminds. Let me take care of that." Ibra hung up the phone, then exchanged glances with Zayn who also heard the chat just now.

"Kan, what did I say too? some are unhappy with our success. This is one proof the enemy can grow in a blanket. The honeymoon, nice to be in the blanket, if the enemy is berabe. It can kill," Zayn said as he exhaled his coarse breath.

The Netra of Ibra's eyes only glanced towards Zayn and did not let out his voice in the least. He just turned around in his big chair.

Zayn took a sip of his mineral drink. Then move on from his seat.

Ibra looked at the clock that was coiled around her wrist. The hour hand showed at 12 o'clock, passing by. "It could be, right?"

"So, but where is it? want while eating at mension a-"

"At Missions, let them eat. I have told people to cook a lot." Ibra cut off Zayn's speech.

"okay." Zayn came out, left Ibra's room. "Thirty minutes to go I'll wait in the car" Zayn said as he walked over and closed the door.

Ibra closed the laptop. Picking up the phone, prank open ig. He immediately found the post of the mother who was posing beautiful, hugging a young woman hooded. Very graceful in a glance, Ibra did not recognize who the woman was.

But ... after he noticed, he remembered that this woman was his wife. "Gi .. la, I got to pangling. Hardly recognized the woman." Mumbled. He enlarged his picture many times. It stays the same if it's the Barrel.

Ibra was curious. Then call via vc, to know where the position is now?

Connected vc connection and direct Lift barrel. Looks the appearance of Laras is still the same as in the photo. "Darling where is it?" search Ibra and stare to find out for yourself.

"Huh, at home. In the room, why?" The barrel asked.

"Where from?" tanya Ibra is full of probing and settling very closely Laras looks different. More beautiful very with his current appearance, wearing a veil looks very graceful.

"Oh, it was Mr. Rt's house, same mom and dad too. Had wanted to go to the house of ustazah mother, but .. said Mr. Rt let him take care of it. We will be back soon." said Laras. Explain everything.

"Oh, is there a handyman? who changed the windshield" asked Ibra again.

"There are, a little more also sorted times," said Laras.

"Darling, you are so beautiful today!" praise Ibra while staring very closely.

"Huh?" Laras blushed in embarrassment to get compliments from the husband.

"Especially with your appearance like that it's very, very graceful." Praise Ibra again by showing a smile on her lips.

"Sorry huh? I don't have a dime" said Laras while covering her face with ten fingers.

"I .. don't need a dime baby, but all I need is you." Ibra was seducing.

"Ih .. don't have to seduce, have you?" laras.

Ibra disappointed. "Hem .. Why baby? I still miss you-"

"Already, don't fight. I want to pray. Oya, do not forget the prayer of the venerable Mr. Ibra ...."

"Yes, it's dear. I love you, wait for me to come home? it's tonight." Connect Ibra.

Laras was silent, he thought Ibra would have lunch here, apparently not. Vc connection disconnected, footsteps rang out and stopped right in front of the door ....

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I'm sorry ... my reader. I was late, due to lack of fit. But ... Even if late, you can be satisfied to read it.