Marriage Contract Letter

Door's open

"Darling?" call Dian half-chasing Ibra who is already at the door.

Ibra's steps stopped. Looking towards Dian who was chasing him. "What's wrong?"

"No, no, no," said Dian and escorted Ibra to the terrace.

After being on the terrace. "Yes, already. I'm leaving first." Ibra stepped foot into the mosque complex, Mr. Marwan was waiting in front.

Dian, come back inside to approach mama-in-law. "When are you going to Mension?"

"I don't know, we'll be back in a few days to Holland. We also often meet here" said Rahma.

"Yes, .. but I haven't been there for a long time." Dian sat next to Rahma's mother.

"Yes, next time." Madam Rahma nodded slowly.

After Ibra left, Laras dropped himself on the bed. Staring at the sky and hand rubbing her stomach softly.

Then get up and sit in front of the dresser. Staring at him who is still wrapped in clothes that he uses in a bagyakuran. "Yes Allah .. finished the four-monthly event my baby candidate. May he be a godly and godly child. Aamiin's."

Bu Rica and Susi reorganized the house as before. Especially in the living room and family, while the decor let the direct decor who cleaned it.

Catering has already begun to clean up. And transport what they should have brought.

"Thank you, Mom? over everything." Speak Baras to the catering officer.

"Yes, Mom. You're welcome."

"Where was last night, did you sleep well? without my husband," Dian's voice from behind Laras.

Barrel reversing. Looking towards Dian standing up. "Thank you, why?"

"No, no one is glorifying." Add Dian with a cold tone.

Lips Laras interested. Smile and say. "For me it's normal, if I sleep, why think anything let alone hope there is a husband. Not really." elak Laras.

"Hem, you don't have to be so considerate of Ibra. You just have to be cool, cold. Just like him, so that he .. does not feel sympathy, nor will you feel lonely or lost when he is with me." Sinis Dian is back.

Laras. "If he's here, there's no way I'd let him. For I too will sin if I let my husband go. However, I am also his wife, it is not appropriate that I serve him well. Except ... If you're not with me, obviously I don't care."

"Yes, great. If you don't care about her, because she'll only be mine forever, and more with me." Dian's timpal is very confident.

"Ehem, I don't care if he's more at home there with you. But if he's more with me you better not bother us. Because he also knows better who makes him more comfortable and satisfied-"

Dian's arm suddenly floated in the air with the intention of slapping the smooth cheek Baras. But a glimpse of the Baras Hand caught the hand and twisted a little so that Dian grinned. Baras also threw that hand.

"Never, dirty your delicate hand. Because the action without a second thought, will be fatal. If you hurt me, just a little bit, not the sympathy you will get from your husband, but the hatred you will receive. And that's because of you too." Baras stared intently and threw out Dian's hand.

"Damn it, that woman has no shame! didn't know she had taken people's husbands. Still dare to argue with me. If at that time you did not I adopted and made a wife! you can't be here being a young mistress. So you should be thanking me," Dian said in a haughty tone.

"I, very grateful, but that doesn't mean I have to be quiet when I'm scorned, insulted. And I also have the right to defend my brother, as my husband," continued Laras. His heart hurts.

"You, don't GR if my husband cares about you. Because it's just for the kid you're carrying." Dian was sure of that.

"Em .. if his attention is solely on my child, why when sleeping with you still have time to move to my place? can you explain it," said Laras did not want to lose to Dian.

Dian was speechless, digesting the meaning of Laras's talk. Keep remembering that last night ... Ibra. Is it possible that Ibra crawled into another room? and when he woke up Ibra was already near him fresh again. Dian's mind becomes traveling, did she have intercourse last night with Laras? while he asked for rations, Ibra just let it go. How outrageous!

Dian gritted her teeth. Angrier. Turns out she was lied to by Ibra, her husband.he thought last night Ibra actually slept with her. It turns out .. in kibulin!

Netra Dian's eyes again stared intently at Laras. Laras returned his gaze. While they exchanged views.

Ibra and others, too, have returned from Friday prayers. Found Dian and Laras on the terrace looking at each other with facial expressions that are difficult to interpret.

"Assalamua'laikum .. what else is here?" probing Ibra looked at his two angels.

"Wa'alaikumus salam .. I'm talking to another worker" said Laras pointing to the person who dismantled the tent.

Ibra's eyes moved to see who was unloading the tent. Baras grabbed Ibra's hand, then he kissed her back.

Then Ibra held the head of Laras, and kissed her forehead very affectionately. Surely make Dian's heart inflamed instantly.

Jodi who was watching the scene really gasped and lowered her gaze. There were different flavors sneaking into his heart, a taste that was hard to express. He immediately met the mother of the home and the children who heard his voice from behind, yes it was from the swimming pool.

With a tail of an eye, Ibra caught a gesture that she found quite funny. He pursed his lips to smile at Jodi who stepped away.

"Darling, enter yu?" Dian held Ibra's hand, invited her in.

Barrel followed him from behind. "When the hell did he come home? make me upset, astagfirullah .. O Allah keep my heart from envy and envy." He rubbed his face.

Ibra's step stopped when he passed the housebu who would leave Laras and the family.

"Son, Mommy and the kids want to go home first huh? I hope you're okay here. Your content is also, Nak Ibra Mother tipped barrel huh?" mom glanced at Ibra who was standing near Dian.

Ibra replied with a nod.

"Oh, even though later, Ms. .. the children also seem to still feel at home here," said Laras and hugged the home mom. "I'm still missing too."

"Next time we're here again. That's also if you don't mind," said the mother of the home while reviewing her smile.

"Luckily here, if in menses hah .. make boisterous and dirty. Messy too," said Dian slightly sneering at her lips.

"Darling, take care of your ethics, it's not polite to say that." Beware Ibra to Dian who is holding hands.

"What the hell?" then Dian melengos left.

Laras took off his embrace and turned towards Dian. He looked meaningfully, then went back to see the mother of the home. "Often come, I'll be happy if you visit me here often."

Madam Rahma approached. "Eh ... Where is it still daylight?"

"You go home, you go to the parlor once in a while, Ms. Rahma." The mother turned to look at Rahma and stretched out her hand.

"Kok rush, oya often visit Laras huh? let Laras have a friend. Anyway, I'm going to the room to the Netherlands, so Laras is alone," said Ms. Rahma, hoping that the home mom would come often.

"God willing, Mom .. I will come often." They hugged for a moment.

Ma'am went over and shook hands with Ibra who was a few steps away from where she was standing with Laras and Rahma.

"Son Ibra, Mother tipped Laras yes.pity him, from childhood he missed the figure of the father. Less affection, love him." Whisper the house while hugging Ibra.

"Yes, Mom. God willing, but do not match Laras with Jodi. She's my wife" Ibra said.

Make mom's face redden. "I'm sorry Mom, son yesterday I was Khilaf," continued the mother of the home so remember that time, when conveying greetings from Jodi to Laras. And it was once in his mind to bring Laras closer to Jodi.

"It's okay, Mom. Just don't repeat it? because I won't release the Barrel. Whatever the reason is."

Laras was astonished, and Ibra gave him an old hug and chat that he could not hear. Barrel looked towards the two.

Jodi shows up and the children are in the parlour. "I'm saying yes? see you next time and hopefully be a strong woman, strong in every way. But ... When it's not strong, come to me, all corners of my door will be open to you."

"What does this mean? what's not strong?" ibra asked her frowning. Stare at Jodi.

Jodi grins. "I mean .. If you want the flow maybe, feel not strong. Can cal me to drop off."

"Before asking others for help! I went first as her husband" explained Ibra with an expressionless look.

"Yes ..at one time, her husband was busy with his honey. So forget the same pregnant wife," Jodi half-whispered and leaned her face into Ibra's ear.

Ibra's face was angry, her jaw was hardened. The hanging hands were clenched firmly. "I'll make sure. That I'll always be next to him." Firm Ibra.

Laras was worried, the two men were fighting or clashing their mouths. The hand of the moving Barrel held the arm of Ibra. "Abang," very softly.

Ibra moved her netra in the hand of Laras who was holding her arm tightly. Then the two blinds of their eyes met, Laras' head slightly shook his head. Ibra took a deep breath and then he exhaled long.

Finally the house mom, Jodi and the kids came home. Carrying parcels, each. Laras and Ibra drove them up to the terrace.

"Abang, will you not work?" ask Laras after Jodi's car disappears and the two want to enter the door.

"No, lazy," said Ibra.

Barrel was stunned for a while. On terrace. Ibra who had gone in again and popped her head at the door. "Darling, let's go in."

Laras turned his head and obeyed Ibra. Both go hand in hand.

"Hungry, baby. Can you get me some chicken fried rice?" pinta Ibra while opening the pecans.

"May, I make," said Laras, walking towards the cook.

Ibra went to the room to change costumes. A moment later Ibra came back and sat down sweetly, waiting for the wife who was making fried rice.

For a moment Ibra stared at the back of the wife who was cooking. But Ibra long felt unable to hold her.

He stood up to his wife and hugged her from behind. Kissing his head many times.

"Abang ... did you leave? later on see sister Dian, not good." Sound Barrel with a soft.

But for a time, Ibra did not grant Laras' request. He even tightened his embrace.

The barrel turns off the stove and turns the body to face the husband. "Listen to me, let go of your hands, Dian will see us, not good, right until he sees?" her palm rubbed the chest of the husband's field.

"Let's go, you're my wife too" he murmured as he pressed his nose against Laras' cheek.

"Remove dear ... not good at seeing people," Baras sulked while trying to release Ibra's strong hand.

"What, say what just now?" investigate Ibra while putting up her left ear.

"Say nothing!" elak Laras's.

"What, just said baby. Tried again? if I don't want to repeat, I won't take it off. Let it be." kekeh Ibra.

"Iih .." Grunts Laras. "Darling ... past," ashamed to be seen," sulked.

"Hem .." Deheman somebody took Laras and Ibra by surprise ....

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