Marriage Contract Letter

Mr. Rt you

"Tuition buddy, girlfriend?" search Ibra curious.

Laras. "No, I just think of him as an ordinary friend."

"You, you just think he's an ordinary friend? means he has a sense of dong, which you may not respond to. Or old love will spring back." Ibra's heart is getting hotter. He sat near the barracks.

"What the hell are we doing, we're talking about this? it's just the past. Don't we have our own paths?" both of Laras's eyes glanced at Ibra's eyes which seemed to be burning with jealous flames.

Later then. Jemari Ibra moves stroking the cheek Laras. "I don't want to lose you, that's all." Staring at the face of Laras.

"But, suspecting you is unwarranted. If I wanted to, why not just from before? not now, who already have their own partners," said Laras. "But I don't know how ahead! which obviously will not happen a second time, being among men who already have a partner."

"Hey ... Why did you say that? don't tell me that, honey. You will always be my wife forever." Ibra grabbed Laras' head, carried him into an embrace. He kissed many times the head of Laras.

Laras returned the hug. Mumbled. "Outside there are guests. Also there's Dian, it's not good if we stay here long."

"alright. I'll be in the office soon." Ibra took off her embrace.

"Not lunch yet?" ask Laras while tidying up Ibra's collar. "Yes, have entered dzuhur, pray first."

"Yes, baby." Ibra kisses Laras's forehead affectionately.

Ibra opened her suit, and rolled up her sleeves, went to the bathroom.

"For a long time, why are they inside?" murmured Dian in the heart.

"Darling, didn't you go to work today?" asked mom Rahma glanced at the dumbass Dian.

"Oh, just been to the office for a while." Dian answered, his eyes observing every corner of the room.

"Yu come with Mama to the back?" take Rahma's mom while standing up.

"Yes, Mah." Dian followed her mother-in-law. Rather than bete there was a male chat between Mr. Marwan and Miftah.

Bu Rahma and Dian take a walk to the park owned by Laras. While talking about work and everything else.

"Oh, it's been here too long. I beg you to say goodbye, it's already noon" said Miftah while standing.

"Wah .. while still talking. But all right, next time we can talk again huh?" sahut Marwan, and want to take Miftah to the terrace.

Miftah dizzy, looking for the whereabouts of the host. The one in the boyong her husband inside, has not appeared yet.

"Well, we'll eat first" Ibra's new voice emerged from the room.

Miftah turned her head towards Ibra and behind her Laras stood. With a meaningful look. He nodded respectfully, then said goodbye to Ibra and Laras.

"Oh, please! thank you for the visit." said Ibra, while showing affection in front of Miftah. By holding the hand of Laras.

Miftah's eyes moved to see it. There was an unusual feeling he felt, his heart was hot as if it was burning. Then he looked down and looked the other way.

"Mampus loh. Don't try to save flavor on my wife." Inner Ibra with a triumphant smile.

Miftah reached out to the people who were there. Then go away and leave the place.

Laras pulled his hand and swung his steps towards the dining table, along with the arrival of Dian and the mother-in-law.

"Sus, who's been working on eating?" ask Susi.

"Already, Mistress. Just finished," said Susi

"Good." Laras nodded

Everything is now at the table. Laras did not immediately take a meal for Ibra, with the mind of Dian aja Dian want to get it for Ibra.

However, the others had already taken each other's meals. Including Dian himself, but Ibra didn't get Dian. Ibra bengong and drank mineral water, he thought Dian would take it for him.

Finally Laras took the plate and its contents to Ibra. "Do you want to be equally stoned?" laras asked Ibra who was looking at him.

"No ah, already have two, later mostly, berabe. He he ..." Ibra chuckled to herself.

Mesem barrel. Heard Ibra's horrible talk.

"Yes, Papa has two. But still want to eat. ha ha ha .." - timpal Marwan.

"Telor, what egg?" susi did not understand what Ibra and Marwan meant.

They all exchanged views. Heard Susi's question.

Laras. "Ehem, Sus, would you like to get me a tissue, please?"

"Oh, Yes, Madam." Susi left her food and took a tissue for Laras.

"Don't nyeleneh napa? you know that." Barrel whisper with eyes focused on food.

"Sorry dear," Ibra grinned.

Dian flicked her lips, seeing Ibra and Laras whispering.

"Honey, please dong get me some fried chicken," Dian pinta told Ibra. Even with his hands affordable.

Ibra gives a plate containing fried chicken, like the one Dian pinta.

Marwan and Rahma noticed and thought it was different, the spoiled Dian wanted him to serve. While Laras even though sometimes looks spoiled but if the husband serves.

The barrel is finished first because it feels .. this time eating a little already full.

"Loh .. Why eat a little?" rahma asked Laras, who ignored Ibra's rice.

Laras. "It's full Mah ..."

Ibra immediately finished her meal.End off with a glass of water, hurried to her feet. "I'll go first. Assalamua'laikum everything."

Laras grabbed Ibra's hand, then kissed the back of her hand. Then Ibra kissed Laras' forehead full of warmth.

"Darling, I'll take you to the terrace?" Dian stood up and hugged Ibra's hand. Hanging very friendly.

Laras just kept quiet, and busied himself by cleaning up his food marks.

Ibra and Dian walked hand in hand, on the terrace his steps stopped. Then Ibra kissed Dian's head. "I'll go first."

"Sus. Prepare dong's room, I want a break." Said Dian to Susi who was ironing.

Laras who was washing his hands, turned to Dian. Oya Kak Dian wants a break?"

"Yes, lah. Can't it, right?" firmly Dian.

"Em .. can-be. Can you, why not? Susi, please prepare." Laras looked at Susi who was preparing to leave.

"Okay, young lady." Susi went to prepare the room next to the room, which was occupied by Rahma and her husband.

"You, at home here?" staring at Laras with an expression.

"Come, why? gitu Kak," asked Laras.

"In menses less what the hell? facility adequate. What's it doing here." continued Dian.

"I, prefer here Brother and-"

"Mrs Dian, the room is ready." Susi's presence cuts off the Barrel speech.

"Please, brother rest." added Laras to Dian who was looking at him coldly. Then he left, stepping his feet into the room designated by Susi and Laras.

Dian's hand turned the doorknob. Blake it! the door was wide open, circulating the view to every corner. "Hem, the restroom of the gini. In the Mension 3x bigger than here," he murmured Dian.

He went to the window and stood there. Keep his steps bring to the edge of the bed, directly dropping his body on the bed.

"Lumayan padded. Smart to choose it too." said Dian.

The barrel that finished with Susi. Put himself in a chair. "Sus, I'm gonna take a break. You also. It just so happens that those decorators are also home."

"But, the chair has not come yet Madam," Susi said.

"Chairs, let it go. Later also come," continued Laras while rubbing his stomach that returned to vibrate.

"Yes, the hell .. Yes Susi is also sleepy. Uh, what the hell was that saying to you, Mrs? two eggs two eggs what the hell, Susi so curious."

"Dead me, ask again?" patting her forehead slowly.

"Why Madam? a headache." Susi looked curious.

"Ah, no! it ... is in the sensitive area of men." Be careful in answering.

Susi's mind became traveling, then she messed up and looked towards Laras. "Means ... Madam likes to see, huh? or Madam likes to playin, for sure. Sir also likes to give bananas love to Madam."

Baras gasped to hear the submission of questions from Susi. I could ask like that. Makes Laras shake. "What is Sus ...."

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At 19:30. Ibra just got home from the office. He was greeted by Dian. "Just come home, baby?" sapa Dian immediately hugged and kissed Ibra's cheek.

"Yes," briefly.

"I want to get here, right? may yes dear .." sulking Dian.

Ibra just replied with a smile. They walk into a house that has been decorated with decor.

Because I did not find the barracks in the living room. Ibra immediately entered his room Laras, leaving Dian. Unhold his grasp.

Dian was upset, stomping his feet to the floor. Then sit down with his in-laws. "I'm here, still looking for him." Dian's Mumbling.

Ms. Rahma and Mr. Marwan exchanged views, after seeing Dian's behavior.

"Young lady, where's Sus?" ibra asked as she crossed the busy Susi in the kitchen.

"Oh, Madam ... was just here, sir, maybe in the room time." Susi was confused because Laras had just been there. Be with him.

Ibra continued her steps, towards the wife's room. Ibra turns the doorknob, blak! the door opens half. It appears that Laras is preparing Ibra's change of clothes.

"Assalamua'laikum?" Ibra closed the door and locked it. Walk towards Laras.

"Wa'alaikumus salam .." said Laras, grabbing Ibra's hand and then kissing the back of his hand.

Ibra kissed his wife's forehead. "Is your Rt sir coming again?"

"What the hell?" Laras. "What does it mean, it's like that."

"Anyways come again," Ibra continued while opening her suit. Assisted by Laras and hanging him.

"There is no need" said Laras who kept the Ibra suit.

"It is, chatting and looking at you." continued Ibra back.

For a moment Laras was stunned. Sit on the edge of the bed. "What does it mean to talk like that? careful though. Later become slander, not delicious when it comes to hearing people. Especially until he heard his wife," Lirih Laras looked gently at her husband, Ibra.

Ibra fell silent and sat down near Laras. Baras kneels to open Ibra's shoes. "Don't talk too much? it's not good to hear people."

Ibra unbuttoned her shirt, she did not answer a single word Laras. Afraid of hurting his heart.

"I want to take a shower first" Ibra said.

"Want me to get the warm water ready?" asked Laras while hugging Ibra's shirt just now.

"Dear no, let me. You just wait here," cuph kissed Laras' cheek and stroked him.

After that, Ibra walked, and stepped into the bath. The barrel stared at him until he was lost behind the door.

The barrel sits in its original place while rubbing its stomach. "Why the hell, should you mention someone else? it's unreasonable."

After a while, Ibra emerged from behind the bathroom door. Found Laras daydreaming. "Think what, dear? mr. Rt you that's what you think." Asked Ibra who approached with a towel around the waist.

Laras looked up at the bare-chested Ibra. Both her eyes were so fixed staring at the two eyes of the husband ....

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