Marriage Contract Letter

Transform oneself

In the morning blind gini, it has begun to sound incense sounding dawn tarhim. Marking before dawn, Laras woke up and wriggled favorably. But Laras' elbow hit Ibra's stomach which seemed to be sleeping very soundly.

Baras was very surprised, then got up and sat leaning against the shoulder of the bed. Rubbed his eyes many times. "Since when? he's right here. Not that last night it was sleeping with Dian," he muttered Laras frowned.

"Eeh, last night .. I locked the door, why is it that you're here all of a sudden? like a demon, like people, like to enter suddenly! still mending her my husband, if not. I kicked people too." Baras continued to look at the sleeping man.

Laras looked at the man's face so loathsome. Unsatisfied from a distance, bring his face closer to see from a closer distance. And smelled his body.

"Hi, Mister. Why did you leave your beautiful wife in the next room? kasian knows..he must be angry, and I'll hate him too. Ah, you made my heart hot. You make me jealous sir, but ... What right do I have to be jealous? she's the woman you love so much, while I'm just a child printer to you" said Laras listlessly as he pointed at the man's chest.

Then Laras laughed a little. "He he he .. Where are you a demon? I always get in when my door is locked. And you always sneak into my heart. I hate you, sir, but you've always let it go. My mistake? when you love you."

"No, not wrong." Ibra's raucous voice made Laras very gasp and was about to wake up. But lost quickly with Ibra's hand embracing his back.

"You awake?" laras asked nervously, embarrassed if Ibra heard his chat earlier.

"Already" said Ibra with a heavy voice, while his eyes remained closed.

"Since when?" search Laras and try to get up, but his body is locked.

"Since then, when .. you said hi Mister." Answer again.

"Yes, Allah .. I'm ashamed." hid his face in Ibra's chest. If only seen, the face of the Baras red like the red of tomatoes.

Ibra's lips were interested, smiling. Then open your eyes. Squeezing his eyes saw Laras infiltrating his chest.

Laras. "You haven't had a shower yet? hugging me .." - Laras murmured while shuddering.

Ibra got up, and scrunched her forehead. "Why baby? I took a shower last night. You know that."

Laras observed his body which was still complete with clothes. Last night Ibra did something. "But ... Brother last night with Kak--"

"Oh, that. I didn't do anything to Dian-"

"No way." Sambar Barrel.

"Dear dear ... if you are the same anyway .. maybe-" Ibra hung up her words while grinning.

"Maybe what? last night did me," inquired Laras. With a fixed look.

Ibra shifts her seat and embraces Laras' shoulder, pulling her into an embrace. "Maybe .. would."

"What do you want?" netra Laras eyes stared at the two blind eyes of Ibra who was also staring at him.

"Want ... give me my duty." bring his face closer to the face of Laras.

Stay 3 inches longer until the destination, Laras aghast while saying. "I'm gonna pee. Also want to take a shower first, already in the dawn.

Ibra caught the hand of Laras who had gone down to the floor. "Bareng is the shower?"

For a moment Laras was silent, then nodded. "May, but not for long?"

"Yes." Yeah." Ibra went down and bowed her body carrying Laras' body.

"Ah, I can walk alone" said Laras who gasped, with Ibra's treatment.

Ibra took Laras to the bathroom, then took a bath together. Not long in the bathroom they rushed to perform dawn prayers together. After the usual salat Laras kissed the back of Ibra's hand as well as Ibra kissed Laras's head lovingly.

Barreling open the curtains in the room, Ibra approached and hugged from behind. Bending his body slightly and placing his chin near Laras' neck.

"Me, go to the next room, okay?" whiskey Ibra.

"Yes," said Laras while nodding.

Ibra turned his wife's body around to face her. Still curious if he didn't get what he wanted. With a very fixed gaze, his index finger raised the chin of Laras who lowered his gaze.

The blind eyes of Ibra were fixed on this beautiful painting of God. Laras heart rumbles his heart is still always pounding when adjacent to Ibra, finally Ibra get as well as he wants. He grinned triumphantly, after getting his morning kiss from Laras' lips.

Ibra's finger rubbed the wet lip of Laras. "Yes, already. I went to the next room first, right? wait for me at the dinner table." Cuph, again his little kiss landed on Laras' forehead. "I love you baby" whispered Ibra. Then left Laras alone.

Because not far from the main room, Ibra had arrived in front of Dian's room. Previously met with Susi who had started struggling in the kitchen.

Ibra came in, saw Dian still sleeping in his place. Ibra shook her head slowly, then approached her. Kissed forehead. "Darling .. wake up. It's noon too." Patting her cheek Dian slowly.

"Hem ... still sleepy," murmured Dian. Squeezing his eyes at Ibra who was tidy rich already bathing.

"Wake up, it's noon. First morning prayers. Let's say Ibra." Pat Dian's cheek.

"Hem." Dian muttered again and hugged the bolster with a lazy feeling to wake up.

"It's noon, baby be ashamed of Mama-in-law. Instead of cooking, know what cake?" connect Ibra while sitting on the sofa.

"What?" dian's eyes widened, glaring perfectly at Ibra.

"Wake up, morning prayers. Cook aids. It's not in the mension that many assistants, dear ... here are done together." Connect Ibra.

"What's Susi doing? if we also do it." Typal Dian frowned sitting down.

"But what's wrong anyway? splinter wake. Make her bed, don't forget." Ibra stood up and was about to step up.

"Eeh .. since when? you're ranting to me," in an annoyed tone.

Ibra turned her body. "I want you to be a better wife. That's all." Staring at Dian very sharply.

"So, you thought all along. I'm a bad wife? how many years we lived together! now you say that after you have a new wife. You're evil," said Dian, eyes glazed over.

"Ooh .. You want me to be like a maid? doing all your homework and your needs?" dian's speech cuts off Ibra's words.

"Not me, want to make you a maid! but what's wrong with you changing yourself. To be a better person." Ibra turned around, swinging her steps leaving Dian who was looking at her with a gaping mouth.

"I, should I change myself?" Dian shakes. Not believing what he heard.

Neutra her eyes Dian pooled tears. Then rubbing it rough, with a long sigh, he went down and set foot on the floor to the bathroom, but previously called Rika. To bring her clothes.

Ibra left Dian instead of saying that. But it was indeed time for him to change in the sense of being a better person, a better wife as well.

At the dining table Laras already seemed to prepare the dishes, saw Ibra coming. He immediately asked a question. "Have you woken up yet to her Dian?"

Ibra approaching. "Already, apparently. Dian doesn't know that I was with you last night, just think of it that way" Ibra whispered with eyes sweeping through the room.

Laras exhaled his coarse breath while staring at Ibra who was pulling the chair facing the dining table. "Will I make you some coffee or some warm milk?" ask Baras to Ibra.

"If the milk is warm, did not you know this time? hahaha," said Rahma.

"Mang No. Laras stingy, do not want to give him," said Ibra while throwing a smile at Laras.

"What the hell?" said Baras shyly. "What do you want to answer?" laras Lirih.

"Coffee just."Ibra answered while opening her phone.

Not long coffee. Ibra sniffed her coffee while her henchman with his cell phone.

Dian appeared near the dining table. Then make the milk warm for her, glancing towards Laras. "When's the way?"

"Oh, it'll be about nine o'clock at the latest, brother." Reply Laras with his smile.

"Ooh." Dian brought her glass of milk to the dining table sitting near Ibra.

Ibra turned to Dian who was still wearing a bath towel. "Have showered? I still have a towel."

"Wait mom Rika bring a change of clothes," he said while sipping his warm milk.

"Oh." Ibra brief.

Then the breakfast was ready, Laras and Susi served at the dining table, Rahma mom also arranged each dish. They had breakfast together, accompanied by small talk.

Outside the bu Rika has arrived at the residence of Laras. He went straight in through the back. "Susi .." cried Rika's mother after standing in front of the back door.

"G ... Miss Rika, finally coming, I miss Rika." Susi skips out on her breakfast hugging Rika's mom.

"How are you, forgetting about me? the sun is already living well," said Rika while hugging Susi.

"Ih ... It's good to say I forgot, every day we also watshapp, right?" elak Susi is not said to forget.

Bu Rika took off her embrace with Susi, then approached Laras. "How are you doing, young lady?" bu Rika nodded respectfully.

Barrel smiled. Hugged mom Rika. "I'm good BuRik .. he he he he .. How come I'm new here? yuk ate together. Not breakfast yet, is it?"

"I am busy, Madam and can only take time now" he said.

"Yes, already. Eating first, huh? Susi .. plates for Rika's mom.

"Mrs Dian, this is the outfit you asked for." Bu Rika gave me a paper bag.

"okay." Dian took the paper bag. It's stored behind his body.

"Great master and Mother rice good morning?" greet bu Rika while nodding respectfully to Ibra's parents.

"Yes, Miss Rika." Mr. Marwan and Rahma said together.

You have been in Indonesia for a few days but have not visited the Missions? Mr and Mrs."

"Yes, how do you go there, Miss Rika. It's all here" said Rahma, commenting on her smile.

"Yes, yeah!" then Rika took one of the chairs. Sit down near Susi. Take breakfast.

"To be here with Mr. Barko, where is he?" ask Ibra to Rika's mom.

"Oh, Mr. Barko. Come back again, let's miss it. .. stuff young mistress who lives there." Answer Rika, then feed her breakfast.

Dian Yanga is not used to eating semeja with assistants, a lot of dumbstruck and does not seem to have a taste for food. "The more here instead of getting classy even lower. Why also eat one table with an assistant?" batin Dian while stirring her meal.

After eating, Laras and the others immediately changed their costumes. With a more polite dress. Even Laras wears a veil. Looks really pretty.

"Wav ... My wife is so beautiful" Ibra said, carving her smile. Staring at the reflection of the face Laras in the mirror.

"What the hell? shame." Barrels meet his cheeks red.

"Who's same? there's only Rika's mom here." Said Ibra who turned to look at Rika's mother who tidied the clothes Laras.

"There ah, Dian nyariin later." Tell Laras to go.

"Yes, honey. Yes," cuph pecked at the top of his head, then went out.

Time keeps turning. Guests have started to arrive Ida's ustazah mother has also come. Together with other complex mothers, including Mr. Rt and his wife ....

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