Marriage Contract Letter

Go to Semarang

Barrel rose and sat down near Ibra leaning his head against her chest. Ibra is happy that Laras is more courageous and not too awkward with him anymore.

Ibra's hand grabbed Laras's shoulder, and kissed her forehead. "Now my wife is more brave and spoiled huh? and I'm so happy."

The barrel lifted its head and moved away. "Can't you?"

"Loh ... I just said, I'm glad my wife is like this." pull Laras' body back, let's meet her.

Lips are pulled to show his smile. "Em .." Laras' hand returned Ibra's tight hug.

"Darling?" call Ibra lirih.

"Hem ... why?" ask Laras who is at home with his position.

"Where, if we stay in the Missions again? it will be safer there. The part there ... is currently empty as well, Dian is not there."

Laras. Gazing deeply towards Ibra, Laras shook his head. "I don't want to, I just want to be here" said Laras and returned to his original position.

Ibra's hand stroked the wavy hair. "Me, don't force darling. If you don't want to, don't pa-pa."

"I, not pa-pa really, let you not come here every day as well. Maybe ... You come here once a week is fine!" laras.

"You, not pa-pa, but I'm definitely nothing!" connect Ibra and kiss Barrel's head.

"Why?" laras' head looked up at a glance, then lowered his gaze again.

"Well, baby .. I miss you. I didn't get restless a day." Ibra answered who kept stroking her hair.

"Can vc, right?" mumbled Laras while still burying his face in Ibra's chest.

"Yes, the hell .. but, if only vc. Not strong, baby." Continue Ibra, tightening her embrace.

"What's not strong?" a little bit of a shoulder hit Ibra.

"Don't you understand?" timpal Ibra is back.

"Hem .. there is also the same wife, what is not strong! weirdo?" laras continued, his hand moved dancing on the surface of Ibra's neck as if giving signals.

"Now dare yes," Ibra tickled Laras' waist making Laras continue to wriggle amused and scorching laugh.

Ibra pulled and summarized the body of both with a blanket, Laras continued to pound and avenge Ibra's tickle.

After both of them feel tired, joking and laughing, finally the activities they do stop. Exchanging a glance with a fixed look behind the blanket.

Silent!

Then, Ibra positioned her body facing the supine Laras. Paste his lips with Laras's lips, which held both hands on Ibra's back.

At this time Ibra's body was confined to the body of Laras who resigned to what Ibra would do to him. After satisfied playing in the upper body part of Laras, the two stacks belonging to Laras did not escape the mischief of hands and mouth Ibra. Slowly her fingers pulled the string of Laras's nightgown and her other hand stroked her cheek, with a longing gaze.

"Can ya?" ibra whispers right near the ear of Laras. So that his breath that began to hunt, blow to all the surface of the ears and neck Laras. Make it crumble.

With a sweet and resigned look. Laras nodded slowly, his fingers unbuttoning Ibra's kimono one after another. Until everything is lost.

The more here Laras is braver and not too shy again near Ibra. Maybe because of the dryness together and do it, able to eliminate the awkwardness. And the ritual has become opium for them.

Evening. The colder they get, the more they dissolve with their pleasure-filled rituals. The struggle is getting heated, making cold sweat poured throughout the body of both.

Occasionally a subtle sound escapes from the lips of Laras, which adds to Ibra's more enthusiasm and passion to perform the ritual that becomes his phaporite.

An hour or so they performed the ritual, ending with Laras' body shaking violently. Followed by Ibra who moaned favorably, until the body both feel tired and sweat flooded the two bodies.

The two lay on the same pillow, then Laras placed his head on Ibra's shoulder. Ibra's hand was holding the shoulder.

"Darling?" call Ibra soft.

"Hem ..." he muttered Laras.

"Tomorrow the day after, I'm going to Semarang. To pick up Dian, he asked me to pick him up."

"Oh, not pa-pa. Go away." Laras nodded slowly.

"Be careful at home?" ibra said while rubbing Laras' shoulder.

"Yes, be careful too. Bring a car, right?" search Laras.

"Hem ...."

Silent!

Because there is no more authorization from Ibra, making Laras look up. Apparently Ibra's eyelids were closed, maybe she was exhausted. Laras pulled her lips in a smile, then kissed her husband's cheek warmly.

"Em .. thanks dear .. met bobo. I'm sleepy." Ibra muttered without even opening her eyes, gluing her embrace.

The smile expands. Glancing towards the clock that has shown at 23.45 wib.

Laras closed his eyes and hugged Ibra's waist. To bring up beautiful dreams.

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One day, Ibra prepared to go to the office and his afternoon to Semarang to pick up Dian who he said asked to be picked up.

"I want to go to the office first, after that directly to Semarang. All right at his house?" stroking the cheek Baras who is pairing his tie.

"Yes, did you mean you were there? I just got home tomorrow. The day after the four-monthly event," said Laras staring at Ibra's face.

"All right," murmured Laras while wearing his suit.

Once neat, Laras directly in the embrace Ibra. "Em ... today will not meet this, definitely kangen." And shower him with a kiss.

Laras was silent and resigned to what Ibra did. He doesn't know what to say? he can't be selfish. Ibra is not only her husband, but also her husband.

"But, dear whiny. My wife never misses me" said Ibra.

Laras distanced himself from Ibra, his two eyes staring at his eyes without saying a word. Then tidied up her dresser.

I would like to say that he will miss her too, but his tongue feels stiff, stiff to say that.

Ibra wore a watch as she walked closer to the door. Laras stared at Ibra's wide back, half running he chased and hugged Ibra from behind.

Ibra's steps came to a halt as Laras' body crashed down and hugged him tightly. His head turned to the side, his hands tightened the hands of Laras who was hugging his stomach.

The heart of Laras rumbled. And his lips were speechless, not sincere Ibra left. Two words he wanted to say at this moment, yet his lips were as if they were tightly locked. Yes it is .. I miss it.

Then Ibra's hand opened Laras's hand, then twisted his body to face. "Darling ... are you going to make me full with this hug of yours?"

The barrel blushed in embarrassment, only to remember that they had not had breakfast. "He he he .. Yes, yes we have breakfast."

After talking like that, Laras stomach sounds a sign of worms in his stomach was already a hunger demo.

"Tuh, right .. Your stomach is already sound." Ibra. Then holding hands Laras out of the room, towards the dining table.

There were Ibra and Susi's parents. "Bagy morning?" greet mom Rahma.

"Morning too, Mah .." said Laras while sitting in the chair Ibra provided.

"So you went to Semarang this afternoon?" search Mr. Marwan on Ibra.

"So, Pa. Titip Laras yes Pa, Ma," said Ibra saw his old charcoal alternately.

"Yes, just calm down. We'll take care of Laras, oya what about the one who snatched it? is it done yet?" call Mr. Marwan back.

"Once, yesterday the culprit was arrested. And his mastermind is an ordinary business rival." Ibra said as she sipped her drink.

Laras served Ibra breakfast. Then they all ate their breakfast. Ibra occasionally bribes Laras.

"Thank God it's okay, right? listen to it." said Rahma nimrung's mom between her meals.

"Yes, Ib .. tomorrow this house will be decorated and put the tent to the front. Anyway this house will be conjured into a spacious room to accommodate many guests." Ms. Rahma is back.

"Yes, Mah .. how good it is," said Ibra put everything to the mother.

"You, do you want to stay in Semarang?" look at Rahma's mother looking at her son very closely.

"The smell goes straight home," Ibra replied as she glanced at Laras who also glanced at her while chewing. "But look at the situation."

"Emang Dian did not bring a car, until you have to pick up everything? besides, there's Mr. Barko. Tell me to pick her up there," said Rahma's mother back.

"Mama .. don't understand, maybe Dian wants romantic with her husband, want to du-duan"

"Ohok-ohok ohok," Baras coughed, and Ibra slylyly gave him a drink of mineral water.

Straight away Laras drank it. His throat is itchy.

"Why baby?" mama Rahma looked worriedly.

"No, not Mah .. just this throat itch." I'm Laras while drinking water again.

"Dian, don't bring Mah's car. Anyway, Mr. Barko again has family business," replied Ibra about Dian and the driver.

"Oh .. that. Yes ... Then be careful and go home quickly. Here, there will be events too." said Rahma again.

"Yes, I'll try. After the completion of the one-way or two goods event, I will go to Balikpapan. There's work there." Obviously Ibra, then spent his meal up the toilet.

"Cock just said?" Laras gasped to hear it, he only found out that Ibra wanted to go to Balikpapan.

"Yes, honey ..Hopefully you can go there!" squeezing the fingers Laras.

Laras did not answer. After finishing breakfast, Ibra stood up and tidied up her chair. "Sus, please get me a laptop bag in the room.

"Okay sir," Susi went to Laras and Ibra's room.

"Ma, Mum. I'll go first." He touched both of his parents' hands.

"Be careful, baby, don't speed?" the mother's message.

"Assalamua'laikum," Ibra stepped out of the house with a laptop bag in hand. Taken by his wife from the side.

"Wa'alaikum salam ..." Then Rahma and Marwan followed Ibra and Laras to the terrace.

At this time Ibra stood near Laras and embraced his wife's waist very tightly. "I'm leaving, huh?" a cuph! kissing forehead, cheeks and nose Barrel. "Will miss you." Ibra's whisper was very slow and stroked the wife's stomach.

Laras nodded. "Yes, be careful?" with a smile. Don't forget to kiss Ibra's hand.

Ibra prepared to enter the car before waving at the people on the terrace ....

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Ouch .. The inn is sleepy. Thank you all readers who have been faithful with this article, continue to support me huh? where he likes to come too so that I get more excited again.🙏