Marriage Contract Letter

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"Dian wanted to be picked up, he said he did not know the address here," said Ibra while embracing the waist Laras.

"don't know? not not not knowing .. but forgetting times." Baras looked at Ibra's eyes.

"Yes, huh? I don't know. Car pinjem yes," put his nose on Laras' cheek.

"Car, just wear it. Oya brother's car hasn't come yet huh? put it on," said Laras back.

Ibra who slightly sat herself on the edge of the table. His hands were still embracing the waist of Laras, snorting to smell the fragrance of her body. "Actually, I want to hang out again. Just a minute."

"Continue?" search Laras while frowning his forehead.

"The zayn hasn't come yet." Looking at the wife's face was very tight.

"Yes, go already. In front there is a car to use," continued Laras.

"You threw me out, don't want to see what this handsome husband of yours is?" chirps Ibra while giving a tickle at the waist Baras.

"Geli ih .. geli." cried Laras as Ibra's fingers danced around her waist. "Who's driving away?"

"Continue what? if it's not ngusir, tell it hem." Barrel's body in his clench.

Barrels broke away while whispering. "Then Ih .. in the look of people too," the tail of his eyes looked right and left.

Ibra. "Yes ... no, I go first baby," approached Laras and was about to kiss her cheek. But Laras immediately dodged while smacking his smile.

"Oh yeah, there will be no mercy?" threaten Ibra with a laugh. "Sus, please get the keys to young Madam dong's car in the room.

"Good, Sir." Susi went to the room.

Incidentally, Rahma's mother brought coffee for her husband Marwan, who was in front with the working one.

Ibra pulled Laras' back until Ibra's chest was hit by Laras's chest. "Now, there's nobody here. Still want to say shame?" settle both eyes Laras deep.

Laras did not answer, he only returned the gaze of Ibra's eyes which was filled with something of desire. Ibra's index finger raised Laras's chin quickly and he landed his lip Laras's lips that could no longer be elak.

Barrels hit Ibra's chest. In order to release him immediately, afraid that someone would see. "Don't be long, someone will come" said Laras, after Ibra released. Swiping his moist lips

Ibra grinned with satisfaction. "Where, lama? be undaunted as well." then rubbed his lips with the back of his hand.

"This, Sir. Keys." Susi gives Ibra a key.

"OK," while looking at Laras who circled the view out of nowhere.

"Darling, I'll go first."

Ibra stepped her foot away from Laras who was standing near the dining table.

"Assalamua'laikum!"

"Wa'alaikumus salam," said Laras turned his head and looked at the back of the husband. Not even Laras' eyes were blinking, Ibra was back.

"Honey, please prepare a work suit dong," said Ibra and he himself went first to the room.

Barrel followed him from behind. Laras stopped when he entered the room and found Ibra talking on the phone.

Laras approached the closet and took Ibra's suit. "She's going to pick up Dian?" I saw Ibra sitting down. Awaiting him.

"Let Zayn take me ah, Lazy," replied Ibra. Receiving clothes.

"Okay, I'll pick you up. Later he feels you do not love him, do not care or what. I'll also be targeted by Dian." Lirih Laras while helping wearing and buttoning Ibra shirts.

Ibra fell silent while thinking, maybe Laras's talk had a point as well. "But he knows the address here-"

"What's wrong with getting picked up? maybe he's lazy driving, Mr. Barko hasn't been to work maybe." Baras cut the speech from Ibra.

Ibra pinched the nose of the Anxious barrel. "Well baby ... I'll pick him up, but will you go straight to the office?"

"Yes, not pa-pa." Laras nodded slowly.

After the suit was attached to his body, Ibra framed Laras' face. With both hands. He showered with small peckings of the forehead, cheeks and chin. "I'm going first huh? oya my baby .. Take care of Mommy yes. And don't make Mommy hard, okay?" rubbing the stomach Barrel.

Then Ibra rubbed the head of the wife, walking away. Leaving Laras in his room.

"Bah, Mah. I go first" said Ibra as she shook hands with her parents.

"Loh .. Why wear a suit? want to pick up Dian or-"

"You pick it up first, keep working." Ibra Langung cut the question from the mother.

"Oh, where's your car?" look for Mr. Marwan dizzyukan, from morning do not see Ibra's car.

"Zayn brought it, from last night. Assalamua'laikum." Answer Ibra back.

"Wa'alaikumus salam ...."

Then Ibra passed. Approached Baras' car and took him away.

The car rolled out of the Baras residence. At the end of the road, cross paths with the Rt pack motorbike. He lit a horn and a respectful mangangguk. Ibra responded kindly.

"But, ee ... who is he? know but who." Ibra muttered while looking at the back of Mr. Rt from the rearview mirror.

"Eh, why stop in front of the house? who is she." Ibra turned the body observing Miftah who parked the motor right in front of the house and entered across the fence.

Ibra is back in position. Holding the steering wheel and continuing his journey, which was delayed.

Not long after, the Laras Car driven by Ibra has arrived in front of the mension terrace. Greeted by mom Rika.

"Where's mom?" ibra asked as she tapped her finger on the steering wheel.

"It looks like it's still in the room, sir," Rika replied as she turned towards the inside of the mension.

"Seek, get down immediately. I'm waiting here." Ibra's orders on Rika's mom who nodded. "Yes, Miss Rika. Tomorrow tasyakuran in the house Laras, come huh?"

"Oh, well sir. Thanks for the invitation? I'll call Lady Dian first, sir." Bu Rika went mad, then left Ibra. To call Dian.

"Lazy I go up first, there will be drama. Long time again, make lazy." said Ibra while wailing to see the atmosphere around.

Miss Rika has arrived at the door of her master's room, Dian. "Mrs ... is waiting for you downstairs." cried Rika's mom.

Before long, the door opened from the inside, and Dian was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. "Why wait downstairs? why not just go up. This house! not a guest."

"I don't know much, Madam, because that's what Mister. Command me." Answer mom Rika.

"There's nothing, instead of going in first?" gerutu Dian as he went to pick up his favorite bag.

Then rushed to the lobby to meet Ibra who was said to be waiting there.

"Feelings aren't guests, don't go in first." Dian grumbled after being near the car and Ibra opened the door.

"I'm in a hurry to go to the office baby" said Ibra while giving a kiss on the forehead of the wife.

The car went straight, going very fast. Back to the Laras residence.

Dian leaned her head on Ibra's shoulder. "Where's your car?" dian asked after realizing that the car that Ibra was driving was not his personal car.

"Zayn brought it from last night." Ibra answered with a focused look forward. Even though there are some of his favorite cars parked neatly in the Missions, but Ibra does not necessarily change cars.

If it is comfortable with one vehicle, yes that's it, the motor is there but it is lazy to bring it, finally just being a garage guard.

"Oh," Dian rounded her mouth.

"You've been to Laras' house recently. Why say you don't know the address?" investigate Ibra who still stared at the focus of the road in front of him.

"Ee .. i-iya, ta-but I forgot, the way." Dian's voice was disjointed. Nervous and tense. Got a question from Ibra. "You, mind picking me up? no need to be picked up." Dian was angry.

"hey .. who should be angry that I love, you do not need to say do not know the address of everything. say a lazy driving or about the road can check GPS, right?" added Ibra.

Dian sat up straight in her place. "So you're not going to pick me up?"

"Not sincere. But honestly, don't like this." Ibra is back.

"Yes, now you've changed a lot. Changed after being close to the woman. Including your attitude is the same I'm the more indifferent and cold."

Ibra turned a glance towards Dian who took a look out the window. "Darling .. Nothing has changed. It's just your feelings, that change it's you."

"What has changed from me? there's nothing, "lak Dian and shake.

Silent!

Ibra is lazy when it comes to arguing with Dian.

After a few tens of minutes, the car is in front of the house Laras. Ibra saw the motor that was, still nangkring in its original place. "Who the hell is he?" inner Ibra. Then go down and open the door for Dian.

Dian was flirting in Ibra's arms. Walked in unison to enter the house. Du the middle room, Ibra and Laras' parents and also his guests. The conversation seemed familiar to them.

"Assalamua'laikum?" ibra said in front of everyone.

"Wa'alaikumus greetings." Answer them all, and turn to Ibra and Dian who are standing, and Dian's hand that holds Ibra's friendly hand.

"Nah .. that's my son, and her husband Laras." Mr. Marwan introduced Ibra to the man. "And the woman next to him was his old wife."

Dian glared at everyone, when he heard Mr. Marwan calling himself an old wife.

"Ibra, meet him Mr. Rt at this complex" Marwan told Ibra.

"Oh" murmured Ibra, and they shook hands. Netra's eyes Ibra looked towards Laras who was bowing his head.

Dian, cuddle with Rahma's mom and shake hands also with Laras who reviews her smile. And ask each other the news.

"Darling, I want to talk for a moment" Ibra's voice was very slow at Laras who replied with a nod.

Ibra and Laras went inside. Dian's eyes lead to Ibra and Laras who enter a room.

"What's wrong? he said he wanted to hang out" asked Laras after being in the room.

Ibra stood in front of Laras. "Why indeed? disturbed yes, with my return!" ibra asked with a suspicious look and expression.

Laras returned Ibra's gaze very fixed. "What does Brother mean?" with a soft voice, Laras looked at me.

"From the moment I left, I'm still chatting. Really familiar, huh?" ibra.

Laras sits himself on the couch, confused by Ibra's intentions. "He's Mr. Rt here. He takes care of the invitation of the people of this complex, including his ustazah ma'am," explained Laras while linking his fingers on his lap.

Ibra was still standing and pacing back and forth. "That's my question, how can you be so familiar? it seems to have known you for a long time."

Laras looked up at Ibra who was still standing. Smiling, Laras said. "By chance, he .. was indeed my old friend, when I was in college," said Laras ....

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