Marriage Contract Letter

Not a dream

Now Ibra was in the room, under the dim light. He looked at someone who was falling asleep.

Ibra kissed her forehead warmly. Gutted the stomach of Laras, saying. "But you're home, baby." The fetus seemed to hear and feel the touch of Ibra. Until he danced inside. Ibra also felt his movements.

Ibra, a smile expands when she feels that move.

Then he got up and opened his coat, and he put it on the edge of the bed. Back up on all fours, approaching Laras's face. Kissing her cheek again. "Darling." caressed her cheek with the back of her finger.

Feeling someone touch his cheek, Laras tried to open his eyes that were as tight as sleepiness. squinting his eyes next to look at someone who continued to caress his cheek.

How surprised Laras. after realizing who was in front of him. "You? instead of going to Semarang, why is it here?" rubbing his eyes, just looking wrong.

"Yes, honey. I've come home again, will use the plane, it will be fast," said Ibra. tipped back Laras forehead that covers the face with ten fingers.

Barrel, lower his finger and get up sitting leaning. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" patted her cheek repeatedly. Because he thought, even if he went home to the Missions directly with Dian.

"No, hon. You are not a dream" said Ibra reassuringly, he also changed his position to sit. Ibra's two hands framed Laras's face and she slightly lifted up, looking up.

Without wasting any time Ibra******* soft and moist Laras lips, quite a long time pagutan it lasted. As if it had not met for a long time and now it was time to shed that longing.

"Dear, believe me, isn't this a dream? I'm home for you, as well as our son," Ibra's hand came down rubbing Laras' stomach.

Laras massaged his forehead. "But, who opens the gini-night door?"

"Nothing, I have my own access to enter in times of this kind, so as not to disturb others" Ibra replied. With a very close look.

"What time?" tanya Laras hesitated.

"No one opens the door. I went in alone." - timpal Ibra came back in awe-inspiring.

His hand pulled the nape of Laras and brought it closer to his face. Putting together her favorite things. Again ****** with a very gentle gesture.

But when it is cool. there is a sound coming from the stomach of Ibra, gruak gruak.

Laras distanced his face moving his eyes looking at the source of the voice while smiling and saying. "Again hungry?" asked Laras then moved his bead eyes looking at the face of Ibra who was staring at him.

"Yes, I haven't had a meal from lunch before I went to the same airport as Zayn.

"Yes, Allah. I'm masakin?" Barrel flicked the blanket and went down.

Ibra caught Laras' hand. "Don't, you must be sleepy. Let me eat it tomorrow morning."

"But, giggly. I've been up too, besides I just want to hang on, it won't be long." Baras pulled his hand from Ibra's.

"Yes, it's .. well my angel," said Ibra. Showed smile.

"By the way, has prayer not?" tanya Laras remembers the trip.

"Not yet dear," said Ibra, just remembered her prayer, after all there is nothing to remind.

"If so, pray first there, I will go to the kitchen first," said Laras back.

"Yes, baby."

Then Laras swung his footsteps to go to the kitchen, to warm the cuisine for Ibra.

While Ibra, rushed to the bathroom. Take the water wudu who previously urinated first.

A moment later Ibra came out, approaching his prayer apparatus. He wasted no more time fulfilling his obligation which is still in vain.

Barrels. Taking food, he put it in a tray and he took it to his room. The road was a little quiet afraid to disturb people who were sleeping.

Opening the door was also very slow. Ibra who had finished reading the prayer turned his head and immediately approached, to take a tray or close the door.

Laras stood, in front of the door looking at Ibra who was wearing a sarong and a peci. More simple it looks.

Ibra closed the door and locked it, then picked up the tray. He's keeping it on the table, approaching the switch. Light up.

Laras sat on the sofa and Ibra sat nearby. Silently Laras carved out that sweet smile of his.

"Why are those smiles?" search Ibra, with a very fixed gaze.

"No," answered Laras while taking a plate that already contains rice and side dishes, not to miss the vegetables. Then Laras wanted to feed Ibra with great sincerity. "Natalogue ...."

Ibra did not immediately open her mouth, she looked at the woman who seemed sincere to serve him. Only then did he open his mouth, to take a bribe after a bribe from the hand of Laras.

Ibra ate so well. "Dear to eat?" ibra asked while peeling an orange.

"Then, it was the same mom and dad." The answer.

Ibra fed Laras the orange fruit that he had just peeled. He ended his meal with a glass of water.

"You want to add a little?" he looked at Ibra who had kept the glass.

"Already, enough. Thanks huh?" ibra's hand rubbed the Barrel cheek.

"Thank you for what?" clean up the former meal just now.

"Thank you, for you have sincerely served me!" ibra showed her smile.

"Oh, isn't it worth it like that?" answered Laras very softly.

Laras nodded, coincidentally he had yawned several times the sign of sleepiness had begun to attack again.

Ibra stood up and slightly bent down to reach for Laras' body, in her sling bridal style. Making Laras gasp with a reflex draped his hand on Ibra's shoulder and both eyes Laras glanced at the man's face.

"If you want that sling to say first, let me not be surprised. I can walk on my own!" said Laras with a soft.

Ibra just replied with a smile. Very slowly, Ibra laid Laras' body on the bed. Then he laid himself beside his wife, pulling a blanket. To cover the body of the two, Ibra showered Laras face with a small kiss and ended up on the lips.

Bad hands do not escape playing in the expanding Laras twin squishy, he removed the cover even if only to re-mas and. Laras closed his eyes between sleepiness and enjoying a squishy game from Ibra. Eventually, they fell asleep hugging each other.

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That afternoon in the house Laras crowded people who put up tents and decorations. Ibra was chatting with her father. While Laras was struggling in the kitchen with his mother-in-law and Susi, to entertain who was working in the house.

Suddenly, Ibra approached Laras. Hugging it from behind, sticking a chin in the recess of Laras' neck. "Darling?"

"What the hell ... shame at seeing mama also Susi," the net eye Laras glanced at mama-in-law and also Susi, with a red face met.

"It's not pa-pa. My wife, why should I be ashamed?" mischievously, Ibra traced the niche of the neck of that level with her lips.

The barrel sways and turns the body facing towards Ibra. Pushing Ibra's chest away. "Shame," the tail of his eyes moved to the side.

Ibra grinned, funny looking at Laras' expression and wanted to continue teasing him. Ibra's finger clamped the chin of Laras. "Dear, yes." Cuph kissed her cheek instead.

Make Laras face more red, let alone see Susi and mama-in-law turned towards him. He glared at Ibra who even laughed, did not hesitate Laras pinch Ibra's stomach. Ibra made a scream in pain.

"Aw .. pain dear ... This is kdrt nih." Ibra rubbed her stomach and she pulled her shirt down to see the hot belly skin.

"Darling, look, until it's red? ah hot," said Ibra as she groaned.

Barrels, immediately moving both of his eyes. Looking at the pinches of his finger, it sure looks red. He was worried and touched the red skin. "Abang sorry. God .. Accidentally." The barrel rushed into the room and seconds later appeared with an ointment in hand.

Approaching Ibra who is now sitting on the dining table chair. Laras knelt down and revealed Ibra's lower clothes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

The barrel smeared the red spot with ointment. The bead of Laras's eyes continued to move looking at Ibra's face which was not constantly smiling.

"No dear pa-pa, it's also diobatin really." Ibra's hand helped to shrug Laras's shoulder to stand up.

Madam Rahma approached and sat down in the next chair. "Most of Ibra's wits let it be spoiled by Mama's daughter-in-law" said Ms. Rahma. aberlaga cynically.

"Ih ... Mama is really red," Timpal Laras turned to mama-in-law.

"Don't treat, baby .. instead addin, let's call." Madam Rahma grinned at Laras.

"Ah, evil mama, he he he .." - Laras.

"Yes, Mama instead of belain her son is the opposite, evil is his name Mah .." Ibra continued to her mother.

"Out of the son of a naughty mother yes, a lot of girls." Ms. Rahma pretended to be snoozy.

Sontak Ibra. "When did I have a lot of girls, from being young to being loyal, did you know that?"

"Yes, but why do so many wives now?" ask Rahma's mom.

"I'm a loyal man, if now there are many wives. It's forced! forced to fall into many delicious valleys, which makes me reluctant to go out and want to always enjoy it ha ha ha." Ibra laughed loudly.

"The addiction is his name, diving while drinking water. Naughty you huh? mainin cewe. "ma Rahma earns Ibra's.

Ibra. With still pulling his lips wide revealing his white teeth. "Because of the state of Mah .. and now just live it. My wife right now, it's only two."

Pick up phone ....

Pick up phone ....

Pick up phone ....

Ibra mobile phone ringing sound. Straight out of her pocket, Dian's name appears on the screen.

Ibra pressed the icon that color ijo, before turning to Laras who was on his back. He's cooking at the table.

Ibra: "Hello? what's up."

Dian: "Honey, pick me up? I don't know the address there, pick it up. I'm in menses."

Phone connection disconnected. Ibra bengong, he was confused by Dian's request. Confused about getting it or not?

Madam Rahma who was still beside him asked. "Who's dear?"

Ibra. "Dian, ask to be picked up. He said he'd come here."

"Oh .. Just pick it up, bring it here. Hope you guys get along better." The lyrics of Bu Rahma.

Ibra sighed deeply and then he exhaled very long, then approached Laras. "Darling!"

"Hem what's up?" sahut Laras turned to Ibra who was two steps away from him ....

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