Marriage Contract Letter

Certain airports

Dian had already returned in neat clothes, the look of her eyes pointing towards the glass that was already empty. He thought Ibra was drinking back? his eyes moved looking towards Ibra who was standing by the window.

Dian sat with a confused face. Why is that medicine not reacting as well? his eyes continued to point at Ibra who was busy with her cell phone.

Ibra turned her head towards Dian who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He frowned while saying. "Are you ready yet?"

Dian. "Yet. Clothes are still in the closet."

"Come dong... get it done, we go now. If you don't want to go home now, I'm alone." Grab his suit.

Dian moved up and grabbed Ibra's arm, hugging her hand. "Darling, can't you come home tomorrow morning?" said Dian with a clear tone.

"I, I told you. I'll go home by myself, please come here if you don't want to go home now. Understood?" firmly Ibra.

"Yes .. Yeah, I'm home." With a bent face Dian approached the closet, taking her things. Put in a suitcase.

Ibra looked towards him. "You trap people, he himself must succumb to hem .. I'm sorry dear, not that I don't understand your wishes. But all has already been done, already has presented someone. In our household. Presenting someone who is now very meaningful in my life." Ibra's murmuring in the heart.

"Reply me! no reaction to Ibra? people obviously he drank that." Dian was very astonished and confused himself. Occasionally glanced at Ibra who stood watching him.

"Not the slightest sign of ibra drowsiness, you fucking drug. I've been tricked into that damn drug" she muttered Dian again, grumbling inwardly.

"Easy, come? it's late." Take Ibra and open the door.

"However? can't wait to be a person" Dian muttered while standing up.

Both are family rooms, walking hand in hand to the lobby to meet the receptionist. After check out is complete, the two enter a taxi. Jump to the airport.

No one spoke of the two. Just be quiet and busy with your phone. Dian felt arrogant in his heart, what happened was not in accordance with the plan.

"Huh ... gotot, shit-shit, shit ..." His heart churned in annoyance, anger. Disappointment mixed into one.

Ibra, glanced towards Dian who was busy with a cell phone in hand. Wanted to ask about the drink, but was afraid of being offended. Ibra finally spoke only a thousand languages.

After a while, they arrived at the airport. Ibra approached the clerk for a chek-in and gave all the requirements. The time has shown at 20:30 wib.

They sat in the waiting room for a while, then 10 minutes later the two headed for the plane.

They are already on the plane. Sitting side by side, the flight attendant gave her food. Ibra immediately devoured him, he happened to be very hungry, last ate it, with Zayn before leaving for the airport.

Dian looked at Ibra who was eating very voraciously. "Honey hungry?"

"Yes, haven't eaten yet" Ibra finished her meal to the toilet for a while.

Moments later Ibra came back and sat down at the original spot, and finally a tek-of plane as well.

"Bismillah ., O God, may you protect us. Aamiin." said Ibra, then rubbed his face.

Dian leaned herself against the back of the chair and closed her eyes.

"Darling, what did you put in my drink?" probing Ibra glanced towards Dian.

Dian, who was about to sleep, glared at Ibra, who was staring at her. "What do you ask? I didn't do anything." Dian tried to dodge. He started to get nervous and nervous.

"Really, I don't understand what you mean. You should support and help Laras in maintaining her pregnancy, this is even you as if hostile to her. To the extent that you get in the way and don't like it when I'm a husband, as a responsible father." Ibra.

"What do you mean? suddenly talking about it," said Dian while looking right and left also front behind.

"Don't pretend not to know, or not to feel. You're planning something, right? so that I don't come home tonight, if it takes a few more days just to come home? in order for me to miss a moment that means a lot to me, yes it was my first child's care." said Ibra, but still shrewd so as not to hear people.

Dian stared at the two blind eyes of Ibra who had not seen where?

"You, my wife, she's also my wife, even the child is my flesh and blood. We must be united to be a harmonious family. Not rich gini," added Ibra slowly.

"You are, it's easy to say rich. Not thinking about how I feel? don't be selfish, think about my feelings too"

"Whose selfish is that? I am just doing my duty as a husband. Who is wrong then? in that case, I asked who." Ibra continued lethargic.

"Well, you enjoy, why blame me? you should be thanking me dear," said Dian annoyed.

"Yes, I enjoy it so I have to be a good husband, not just enjoy it. One more thing, I can't possibly enjoy if you don't present it to me!"

"Arghhh, I was wrong too, just keep blaming me." Dian's voice was a little loud making the people turn their heads towards them.

Dian was crying, angry. Disappointed by the circumstances, he sobbed at the corner of the window, Ibra turned his head and rubbed his shoulders, but He was patted just like that.

"Don't cry dear .. Look people look at us. Already, don't cry." Bujuk Ibra's.

Dian ignored Ibra's words. He continued to cry until he was satisfied and tired.

After a long flight, the iron bird floated in the sky, and eventually the landing craft too. Ibra and Dian are still quiet.

In the waiting room, Zayn had faithfully waited anxiously and continued to look at the circular clock in hand. Finally Ibra and Dian appeared as well, from another direction.

"Macet at the hotel" said Ibra with a smile.

"Want! at a certain airport, right? maybe the plane's been landing there too long, so here it's super late."

"Ha ha ha .. can be." Ibra chuckles.

Zayn turned to Dian who would not speak, a bitter smile. Then he turned to Ibra again. "Yo wes, don't come home.. It's too late."

They rushed to the parking lot. Ibra pushed Dian's suitcase which was deliberately at the airport.

The car drove off, after the three of them were and were wearing seat belts. The car was speeding through the darkness, a deserted road. Other vehicles can be counted on the fingers.

He quickly headed towards the Missions. Ibra turned to his wife who kept silent, mute a thousand languages. Ibra's hand moved holding Dian's hand. "Darling?" call Ibra.

Dian tepis handrails from Ibra. "Don't hold it." he said. With the most visible dark outward view is a beam of light from other vehicles and street lights.

"Still craving? I just want you guys to get along with it, take care of each other and love each other too. We build a happy household together," said Ibra staring at Dian who was reluctant to see him.

"What do you want to say? I'm tired." Dian answered as if he was lazy to talk.

"Zay. After going to the ministry to take Dian, take me to street x. I'm going to sleep there, by chance tomorrow morning I have a lot to take care of as well." Throwing a glance towards Zayn who was focusing on driving.

"Okay, Boss ..."

Dian turned his head, towards Ibra with a cold look. "When you go there, why don't you sleep in the missions?"

"Much business there. Want to check the invitation, who knows if someone is missing." Ibra reached into his pocket, after a notification was heard.

"Who?" search Dian.

"Papa. Asking for our whereabouts." Ibra then saved his phone back.

Does not feel the car stops right in front of the mension terrace. Previously the security opened the fence. On the terrace was already standing, Rika welcomed their arrival.

Night, Ladies and gentlemen?"

"Darling, really want to go straight to the Missions? don't sleep here." Dian embraces Ibra's hand.

"Yes, I'll just go there."

"But, baby ... tomorrow I will go there? bobo is here, okay?" coax Dian while stroking Ibra's cheeks.

Ibra looked at Dian, just having a snack, when she heard about going to the house of Laras. Straight away changed attitude to be good. "Tomorrow I'll bring you here. Now just rest, let me go now."

"Is that important to him? why am I going there tomorrow? it's not that the show is also the day after tomorrow." asked Dian stared intently and kept his hand away from Ibra's hand. His heart was upset again.

"Oh, get in there. I go first," cuph kissed Dian's lips at a glance. Then hurry into the car.

With an arrogant taste, Dian muttered. "He who enjoys, I'm also to blame. Craziest

...." while walking to the room, followed by Rika by carrying Dian's suitcase.

Ibra, already sitting quietly in the car. Zayn immediately took Ibra to xx to the other angel.

"Why don't you sleep at the Missions boss?" search Zayn wonder.

"Lazy, I'm so dizzy with her behavior." Ibra shook her head slowly.

"Ha ha ha .. want to be spoiled times." Tympan Zayn. "Wind attention more likely."

"Maybe." Ibra brief. "Who made such a situation? him either. Now it is only to continue, not destroy," he murmured Ibra while daydreaming. His gaze was far ahead and empty.

"I raise my hand ah if about that, I have not experienced ha ha ha ha .." said Zayn with a focused gaze forward.

Ibra, lean her head against the back of the seat. After a few tens of minutes, the car is in front of the fence Baras house. The atmosphere was quiet, understandably late at night.

Ibra's view was on the house. "You just take the car home, tomorrow I don't seem to be working."

"Haduh ... has been kicked out, not told to come in. Being treated to drink, eating cake. He was told to go home, nasip-nasip!" lirih Zayn while patting his eel.

Ibra did not respond. He went down and opened the fence, before entering. He turned his head towards Zayn who was still not moving his steering wheel. "Go home."

"Yes-yes. Bawel, I'm the driver What's the mulu?" gerutu Zayn while turning the wheel to go home.

Ibra was already standing at the door. He had his own access to the house. So it does not have to bother people or disturb, people sleep ....

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