Marriage Contract Letter

I married my husband

After Yulia was not there, Laras looked anxiously at Rahma's mother. "Mah .. what Mama believes the same-"

"Gst ... Mama knows the truth, and Mama believes in you. Already, don't mind much. Let's eat it, spend it, baby." Ms. Rahma showed her smile and told Laras to eat again.

Laras took a long breath. Feeling relieved, hearing the words of the mother-in-law who believed in her same. At least he did not have to explain in detail to the mother-in-law.

"Already, Mistress. Do not be horrified by the words of the shirked man, mendingan eat. Because facing life requires energy." Susi glanced at Laras.

Laras glanced at her and showed her a smile, then continued eating her.

"Mama and papa, already know how, what kind of initial plan Dian? so Mama and papa support Mama's son, Ibra and you continue to unite. Defend your household, son, both of you. Take care of each other, don't give it to one side." Ms. Rahma gave a pause by sipping a drink in her hand.

Baras looked towards Rahma's mother while chewing. He tried to understand the words of the in-laws.

"Even if you were originally married without love, do not know each other first. But ... after marriage and Ibra fulfilled his obligations well. Until now you are pregnant, Mama sure. The seeds of love are there, not just limited to obligations." added Rahma stared fixed both beads of Laras' eyes and looked for truth or seeds of love in the eyes of Laras for Ibra.

Then Laras lowered his head, wanting to hide as much as he could. Until now, Laras is still reluctant to admit that he also loves the same figure of the man who became her husband.

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"Until this second. Laras doesn't want to confess his feelings for me yet, but I'm sure that you love me too." Ibra muttered while turning the phone on the table.

"Boss?" call Zayn while he goes through the door.

Ibra turned to look at Zayn who was sitting in the chair in front of Ibra. "What's wrong?"

"Here, the plane ticket. Directly to pp, so today you can also go back to this city again." Zayn handed over tickets to Semarang.

"okay, good. Later between my cars to the Missions" said Ibra after receiving the ticket.

"Not to the mini boss' house?" asked Zayn while grinning.

"No, no need. Into the menses, in a small house where it is narrow. Oya, I have a feeling that this is a shrimp behind a frying pan." Think Ibra while daydreaming.

"Why Boss?" search Zayn, looking curious.

"Dian left alone, why go home to be picked up all? you can go home by yourself too. Why ask to be picked up all," continued Ibra.

"Em .. might want a vacation, together with you Boss," he murmured lightly.

"It's just the wrong time. The day after tomorrow I want an event at home, when I'm not present?" ibra took a deep breath.

"Eat it, it's a ticket for the Boss to go home. Today too, so as not to waste your time there." Zayn again.

"OKAY. Depart now yu, say foraging first." Ibra stood shifting her seat of greatness. Followed by Zayn from behind.

Both are in a car that is traveling at a moderate speed. Heading to the airport and looking for food first.

Finally found a restaurant not far from the airport. They order food they like.

"Yes, what's wrong?" ask Ibra on the phone to someone.

"Yes, I'm heading to the airport, I'm lazy baby if I have to bring a car. Tired and Old, mendingan boarded aja, faster, romantic anyway romantic, I can not drive it. Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna eat first." Connect Ibra, then turn off the phone.

Ibra and Zayn ate. Accompanied by small talk.

The meal was over. the two stood up, leaving the place where Zayn had previously paid for his former meal.

Now the car shot like an arrow that was released from the bow. Fast forward to the airport, with a matter of minutes the car has entered one of the airport parking lots in this country.

After a series of steps to the flight. Ibra is preparing for departure. "Let me tell you if you want to go back to this airport again, be ready to pick me up." Ibra patted Zayn on the shoulder.

"Okay, be careful Boss," Zayn said, shaking hands and rubbing Ibra's back. As a farewell greeting.

Ibra set his feet wide, as well as the destination of the plane to Semarang. "Bismillah .. May Allah protect my every move. Aamiin," murmured Ibra.

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Dian, I'm in a place. His business partners, including Jodi, are on a visit. After she finished her conversation, Dian walked with Jodi in the hallway of an office.

"We're going to eat first do I take you directly to the hotel?" jodi asked as she walked and put both hands in her pants pocket.

"Eat, be hungry." Dian answered while continuing to walk occasionally checking his phone.

Now the two of them were sitting at the restaurant table waiting for the order to come.

"I want to go to Jakarta this afternoon with me?" ask Jodi while drinking a glass of mineral water.

"I, still want to be here, anyways today my husband picked up. So the wealth of some days I'm back in Jakarta," said Dian sure, want to have fun first in the city of Semarang.

"Ciee .. who wants to have fun with her husband .." joked Jodi while staring fixedly.

"Oh, but didn't you get your husband married again?" jodi scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, right. It was me who told, but not as it is now," said Dian lethargic.

"Emang why?" jodi's search was more curious.

"I married my husband to have only children. No more than that, not to love and need her. If I'm gonna get to enjoy his name." Breathing deeply.

"I think it's only natural that your husband or woman loves each other. Maybe because they get together so often, trying to get attention and stuff." Jodi expressed her opinion about Dian's husband.

"But I am his wife Jod .. the wife he loves so much!" obviously Dian was in a disappointed tone.

"But that was before you brought another woman into your household, I saw that your husband was a loyal man. He couldn't have started without someone starting first. So ... don't blame him if he falls in love with his other wife," continued Jodi with a sharp look.

"Yes, he is a loyal man. I married her to three women, but all I saw. There is the same love that is now, especially maybe because the woman was pregnant time yes .." said Dian to Jodi.

"You can't blame your husband, because you're the one who started. Present him with more fecal dishes."

"What do you think I'm lacking?" dian asked as she shifted the food at the newly arrived table.

"If I think so, fres. Just, maybe in terms of service and such. For most of the men, more desiring to be spoiled, served also."

"Ciela .. h, rich already married you this." Dian's smile expands and hits Jodi's shoulder with her fist.

Jodi laughs. "Hahaha even if I'm not married, it's normal. Wanted to be spoiled, served as well. Ah, if you get a woman like that."

Dian was silent for a moment and ate the dishes available on the table. Same with Jodi.

They were lunches, busy with their own thoughts.

"Why rush back to Jakarta? just mending later." Finally Dian opened his voice, after a long moment of silence.

"I got an invitation from a member of the parlor, he'll hold a bagyakuran. So I will attend the invitation," Jodi replied with a slight thought.

"Oh, my honey will also hold a four-monthly. But I was lazy to be present" he said blankly.

"Loh, it's not you who want children. But why don't you want to take care of her, welcome her with joy?" jodi's head shook not understanding.

"Yes, .. I was the one who fussed, but after I found out my husband seemed to love and care for him. I'm getting lazy." Obviously Dian while chewing her food.

"But it is not the woman's fault, let alone the fetus in the womb does not know anything. Now you're going to take your husband away from the show? you're bad, Dian."

"I know who that woman is." Inner Jodi, finish the food that stayed a little more. He spent it greedily.

"Me, don't care. She's taken the husband!" dian looked disappointed.

"That's your fault. Not someone else's fault, try you-"

"Easy-after. I don't need your opinion, let's take me back to the hotel?" ketus Dian while getting out of his chair.

"okay." Jodi stood up earlier. Talk to the cashier.

The car is traveling at medium speed. The atmosphere was silent without the sound of people talking, except for the boisterous sound of the car engine and street dust flying.

Arriving at the hotel, Jodi went straight home. "Don't want to go in first?" dian asked after standing next to the car.

"No ah, fear of violence. Ha ha ha .." said Jodi while laughing and turning the wheel, turning the direction.

"Crazy ground" he murmured as he entered the hotel lobby.

Dian is in her room now. Soak in the bathtub, feel the pleasure of relaxing his soak. His head looked up against the ceiling.

"I have to be able to, hold Ibra here, so that she is not at the Thanksgiving event later, bodo very. Especially if that kid doesn't leave it to me, don't expect you to get anything you want!" Dian's Mumbling.

Dian came out of the bahthub and cleaned herself under the shower. "Berrr .. cold."

Grabbing a kimono towel for him to wear, wrapping his plain body. Sitting in front of the mirror. Looked at her reflection from the mirror. "What's my lack, huh? beautiful, attractive. Sexy, pinter again. It's the only one I can't do, it's pregnant, that's it!"

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of the door being knocked from outside. To make Dian aghast and hurry to step closer to the door ....

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