Marriage Contract Letter

Baby is moving

"Darling, what are you doing? can Mama come in." Rahma's voice from behind the door.

The barrel settled towards the sump of sound. "Sign in Mah ...."

Rekett ....

The door opens from the outside. Rahma entered Laras' room and approached him. "There's something Mama wants to talk to you about."

"What, Mah?" selidik Laras was astonished and curious.

Ms. Rahma sat on the sofa near Laras. His face looked serious. "Gini darling ... Mama wants to ask. Actually, Laras, honey is not the same brother?" staring very closely.

Deg, Laras gasped when mama-in-law asked like that? a confused question he must answer. "Eh .. Why did you ask me that?"

"No, Mama wants to know. Are you not the same darling? Mama knows, you guys got married because Dian forced you to marry Ibra. Now ... You guys have been living the household do you already have the same affection brother?" look at Rahma's mom.

Barrel played both of his cold sweaty hands. Honey, indeed Laras has started to love maybe also more than that, but for now he still wants to save deeply.

Because Laras was afraid that someday his heart would be broken, the feelings that exist would be broken. Because after all, the marriage of himself and Ibra is only a desire not because of the intention of loving each other.

"OKAY. Don't answer, because at least Mama can see that. It is not necessary to answer," mother Rahma rubbed Laras shoulder by showing a fluffy smile.

Netra eyes Laras moved to see the mother-in-law, with a smile. Relieved, without having to answer anything. My mother-in-law seemed to understand how she felt.

"Cumbers ... Please, if the child is born. Take care of the child with her own hands, do not be handed over to Dian. It's free to run to the baby sitter too, kill the child." Add Rahma's mother with an affectionate look.

Laras.gook who initially lowered his head and rubbed his stomach. "Who said? I'm gonna hand over this kid, not Mah. I will take care of myself, even if my brother leaves us, I will take care of this child. With all my abilities." The barrel gave an answer that made Rahma ma'am amazed.

"According to Mama, brother will never leave you and the child. And we support your brother continue to be with you dear," Rahma said confidently.

"It looks like it, but .. brother loves Dian Mah so much ... Mama would know that?" continued Laras staring towards the mother-in-law.

"But my brother loves you too. Look in his eyes, out of his attention. The way she treats you, not just you are carrying her child. But she's also in love with you." Madam Rahma grew her smile.

"Mah .. I've taken brother from Dian, even snatched everything. Dian wanted, that brother just planted his seeds in my womb. Not to love me, or with all his attention. Sometimes I feel sinful Mah!" said Laras while bowing his head. Gently rubbing the stomach.

"Oh, baby .. don't be. It's not your fault, let's just say this is your fortune. Grab your happiness baby" Rahma hugged Laras. Gently rub his back.

"But, Mah ...."

"Don't but-but. Anyway Mama wants you guys to stay together. Point." Firmly ma Rahma.

Silent!

Then Laras rushed to the bathroom, while Rahma's mother came out of the room. After the prayer, Barrel to the dining table and lunch together.

In the afternoon, Laras was enjoying the beautiful twilight atmosphere. With mom Rahma while chatting about the four-month preparation.

The sound of the car in front, Susi ran forward to open the gate.

After the fence opened, Zayn's car came in. Go down the two men and enter the house, but previously scuffed the glass window that has been changed.

"Where's Sus?" ibra asked a glance at Susi who was standing in front of the door.

"Madam, in the same garden, big lady" Susi said, pointing towards the park.

"Oh," Ibra rounded her lips.

"Where? neat, nice. Or how it turned out." Zayn looked towards Ibra.

Ibra nodded, and continued to observe the glass. "Good, neat."

"Yes, already. I want to go home first" said Zayn as he swung his footsteps down the porch.

"OK," he muttered Ibra nodded.

"No, at the dinner?" zayn asked, looking to the side, where Ibra was standing.

"Just ask the same thing that cooks, if this hour has cooked the cuisine." Ibra glanced at the mesemic Susi.

"No, Mister. Not all ripe, but .. if you want to eat, may. It's partially mature, '" Susi told Zayn.

"No, I just want to eat outside." Timpal Zayn as he entered the car, retreated. "Sus, please dong fence."

"Sir, what can a fence do?" susi asked while showing her teeth.

Zayn scratched his non-itchy head. "Haduh .. please Sus. open the turnstile," Zayn repeated with an annoyed face.

"He he he .. well, that's .. this is true, sir." Susi ran to open the gate. "Huh .. if you know you want to go back again, do not need to close it earlier." Susi Gerrut.

Ibra went inside the house while opening her suit. He tenteng in hand, his intention was to go to the park but the door of the room was open and there was a shadow of Laras there.

"Assalamu'alaikum ..." while closing the door and locking it.

"Wa'alaikum salam," answered Laras who was closing the curtains, turning to Ibra.

"Sleeping," said Soluble while mesem.

"Em .. could be!" Ibra pinched the squash, Laras's nose was bang.

"Ih .. sick," cried Laras, then buried his face in the warm embrace of Ibra.

Ibra hugged tightly and rubbed her hair very gently. Kissing his head full of affection.

The fingers of Laras unbutton the shirt of the wife one/one. "Bring there first? magrib too. I'll prepare warm water first!" Laras.

"Hem .. may," Ibra again kissed his wife's forehead. Ends at **** its Old barrel .. feel the warmth.

Not only that, Ibra m****** and******** it is very soft, also very exciting.

Slowly Barrel pushes Ibra's chest. "Magrib soon, take a shower?" with a very soft tone.

Ibra took off a hug and was a little disappointed. But said Laras right too, he turned to turn round the clock that has shown that soon also magrib. "All right, baby."

Laras opened the shirt from Ibra's body. Then rush to the kamara bath to prepare warm water in the bathtub. All take water wudu.

"His tools together?" laras said when he passed Ibra who took his steps to the bathroom.

After praying together, Ibra opened her laptop. While Laras still zikr, on the sidelines of pondering. The barrel felt something moving in its stomach.

Netra Eyes Laras move, looking at Ibra who is so focused on the laptop screen. "Masya Allah .." murmured Laras, with a fluffy smile this was the first time he felt his fetus move.

Ibra. "Why baby?" seeing Laras who lowered his head.

Laras looked up with a happy smile, something happiness that could not be expressed with anything. "In my stomach something moves."

"What?" while jumping, Ibra approached Laras, sat down near Laras and touched Laras' stomach. "Where? which one moves."

"Here" Laras' hand shifts Ibra's palm. At the place where Laras felt the vibration.

The smile on Ibra's lips expanded, as her hand felt the tremors. "Dear the baby's moving." Netra eyes continued to move looking at the face of Laras and back down towards the stomach.

How happy were the hearts of Ibra and Laras, even if the child had not been born. At least, Laras and Ibra already felt his presence. Ibra grabbed Laras' head, and showered him with a kiss. "Thank you, baby, thank you? may you both be healthy always."

Laras continued to expand his smile, feeling this incomparable happiness. "Either. Aamiin .. and I beg you, do not separate us," the two beads of Laras's eyes stared fixedly at Ibra's face so clearly emanated a happiness.

"Dear, I won't separate you two. Never will." Ibra tightened her embrace.

"really?" tanya Laras hesitated.

"Right, dear ... take a look in my eyes, is there a lie there hem?" Ibra convinced Laras' heart.

Laras looked at Ibra with a very fixed gaze seeking the earnestness of Ibra's words just now.

"You, you have to trust me. We will take care of our children together" said Ibra while sticking a chin on the head of the wife.

Feeling satisfied with his embrace. Ibra invited Laras to eat. "Eat yu dear? or do you want to eat where you are, I'm with you."

Laras. "No ah. We'll just eat at home." Stand folding as her. Then out of the room, walk leisurely to the kitchen.

Ibra follows from behind, as she has to reply to someone's sari chat. At the dining table is still empty, there is only Susi who is tidying up the furniture.

"Mama and Papa where's Sus?" tanya Laras stood holding the back of the chair. Then Ibra prepared a chair for Laras to sit on.

"Maybe it's still in her room, ma'am, Susi's calling for a minute." Susi rushes off to call Rahma's mother and husband.

As usual, Laras took the dishes and their contents first for Ibra. "Please, dear" said Ibra as she pulled the corner of her lips smiling.

"Yes," replied Baras, added with his most beautiful smile.

"Come, eat a lot. Let Mommy and her baby be healthy and strong too." Ibra feed the food to Laras who immediately Welas welcome by opening his mouth.

"Gee ... Mama's so happy to see you two looking so friendly always huh Pa?" rahma's new voice appears with her husband. Marwan.

Baras blushed in embarrassment, while Ibra relaxed and focused on eating. Then all dinner very greedily, interspersed with small talk between Ibra and his father.

The stand barrel takes the drinking water from the dispenser, then sits back down to continue sitting after storing the drinking glass.

Ibra was already in her room, sitting leaning against the pile of pillows she had stacked behind her back.

Barrel, just came out from behind the bathroom door, changed his sleep dress. While tying the dress rope.

"This darling?" ibra's hand patted the mattress beside her.

"What's wrong? indeed I want to go there" Laras replied while showing a smile from his lips that ....

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