Marriage Contract Letter

Sorry dear

"Antar, am I going home now? hot my eyes here long ago."

Ibra took off his embrace in the body of Laras, Laras also away and continued his cooking.

"There, Mr. Barko. Just go home with him." Ibra is lazy.

"Darling, I want to go home with you. Why go home with the driver, you also exist," said Dian while crossing his hands. His heart was even more upset, already contrived with eye pain. More heartache was told to go home alone! complete already.

Laras serves fried rice Ibra request. "It's eating it." Then he took his drinking water.

"Where do I make it?" tanya Dian looked at Laras.

Laras turned his head while keeping the glass in front of Ibra. "I only make one portion, make Brother only," said Laras. Then sit next to Ibra.

"Dear, make it yourself. Still mending Laras make me, what's wrong you make?" ibra said softly to Dian.

"Ih .. I'm here, my dear guest, it's only natural that I ask to be served! where's Susi?" said Dian while sitting next to Ibra.

"Susi, are you busy?clean in front of the same bu Rika," said Laras.

"But in fact, in the ministry also you want to always be served?" obviously Ibra while preparing the fried rice to his mouth.

Laras' hand under the table touched Ibra's thigh, hoping Ibra would not need to corner Dian, let alone in front of her. Not very good at it.

Ibra's eyes moved to see Laras' hand above his thigh. Then Ibra glanced towards Laras who shook his head.

"Where's Susi?" murmured Dian back.

"In front dear ... is cleaning." Said Ibra who now prefers to enjoy his fried rice.

"Uh .. very long time. Sus ... Susi?" yelled Dian without shame.

Silent!

Susi did not answer, let alone fulfill Dian's call, you heard whether not.

"Sus ... come here dong? Susi ..." strangled Dian back.

Laras and Ibra looked at each other. Ibra shook her head slowly.

"I-iya, briefly .." said Susi and soon appeared also with a hasty step.

"Highly called? deaf what, make me fried noodles as usual." Ketus Dian on Susi.

"Yes, my lady. Can't make it myself yes, I'm busy too." murmured Susi, but she immediately prepared Dian's request.

"Aish .. You grumble, don't you want me to tell you? I fired you." Connect Dian.

"Loh, isn't it that I don't work at Madam's place anymore? anyways all this time that my salary is directly from, Sir," he murmured Susi while glancing at Ibra who was eating.

"You, the eyes are no longer in the missions. The more brave I am!" Dian was getting upset.

Not long the noodles that Dian pinta was ripe. Susi immediately treats in front of the surly Dian.

"Sus ... I ate his noodles with what? no chopsticks, no cutlery available. Should I use my hands?" ketus Dian glared at Susi who was back in front of the stove.

"Honey. That's where the spoon is in front of you, the date's taken and there's no need for you to lift your ass." Ibra pointed to the place of the spoon that was on the table as well.

"What's the trouble anyway? give the noodles the same spoon and fork." Cheek Dian again.

"If Madam wants to, please use your hands as well" Susi's voice looked at Dian.

Baras shook his head to watch this drama. His hands rubbed his stomach while muttering. "Astagfirullah .. amit-amit jabang baby."

"If you want to eat, sneak. But if you don't want to, already stayin. he said want to be taken home?" ibra said while keeping his drinking glass.

Dian. "Yes, eat first."

Baras took the dishes and glasses Ibra used, he took them to the sink for him to wash. Susi took over.

"Let Susi wash the young lady, if Susi does not work well, Susi can be fired by the young Mistress, yes, right?" susi's voice slightly insinuated Dian and glanced with the tail of her eyes.

Because she felt insinuated, Dian also leaned towards Susi.

"It's okay Sus. I am just a." Tymphal Barrel. Then Laras to the room leaves Ibra and Dian at the dining table.

Arriving in the room, Laras sat in front of the mirror. Open her veil and comb her hair under her shoulders and wavy.

Clean the remaining makeup. Replacing the suit with a negligee, so cool with its activities. To the point of not realizing that someone was standing and leaning against the door.

Until finally the tail of the eye Laras catch the shadow. Making Laras surprised not playing, at all he did not hear the sound of steps or the sound of the door.

"Astagfirullah, since when did you stand there?" rubbed his chest in shock.

"Since ... you want to change your clothes," he said, with a smile.

"Yes, pardon .. why don't you knock on the cake, say the cake, make a hanger," muttered Laras who indeed felt an irregular heartbeat.

"Aih ... What the hell?" said Laras while blushing in shame.

Laras wants to keep dirty clothes to the bathroom, but Ibra's hand catches Laras' body and turns to face Ibra. Hugged that almost squeaky body.

Barrel gasped, reflexively draping his hand to Ibra's shoulder for fear of falling. "What the hell ... how do I try if I fall?" Laras looked at me with his heart racing, his breathing bloated. Really gasp at it.

"Yes, sorry baby, sorry?" ibra said while hugging her tightly.

"Again forgive me, baby?" cuph kissed the head of Laras who infiltrated his chest. "I have no intention of harming you" Ibra repeatedly kissed Laras on the head.

Barrels distanced themselves from Ibra's body. But his hand was still in Ibra's grasp. "Says he's taking Dian's sister?"

"He's getting ready first, not pa-pa, right? I take him home first, here also make a mess ha ha ha ha ha ha .." said Ibra chuckling.

"Huus, that's your wife." Mesem barrel. Not a bad heart, but why would he want to move? because I want to live more calmly.

"Who said she wasn't my wife? this one is also my wife," the net of her eyes looked towards the owner of that beautiful face. Ibra tucked her hair behind Laras' ears.

Then kiss the lips gently. His hand moved to lock the head of Laras, while the hand of Laras holding both elbows Ibra.

While Ibra launched the action. M******very softly and ******full of passion b***** that is.

The barrel closed its eyes, dissolving in that loving atmosphere. And enjoy what Ibra is giving you right now. Ibra momentarily let go and controlled their irregular breathing.

But Ibra again continued the action that always makes opium. But Laras pushed Ibra's chest slowly. Although it is not that easy, Ibra stopped the action, not necessarily granting the request of the wife.

The barrel again pushed Ibra's chest away and let go. "Go, he's waiting for you" said Laras, lowering his face.

Ibra stared at her with an irregular breath. I'm not satisfied to enjoy the one just now. His finger rubbed the wife's lips wet with saliva from her. "OKAY. I'll go first, okay?"

Without looking, Laras nodded slowly. He sat on the sofa, not seeing Ibra at all. Ibra will approach, but the sound of Dian sari scream outside the room.

"Darling, I'm ready." Shouted Dian with a very loud voice.

Ibra turned to the source of the voice. "Yes, one minute!"

Ibra's hand rubbed the Barrel cheek gently. "I'll go first yeah, I'll be back in a minute!" cuph! tucking the forehead Laras.

Laras only glanced at the sight of Ibra who looked heavy leaving Laras. Ibra grabbed her jacket and her private car keys, about to drive Dian home to the Mension.

Laras stared at the departure of Ibra who left him. His heavy breathing accompanied Ibra's steps closing the door.

"Come baby?" Ibra's wide steps were full of enthusiasm to bring the wife back to her habitat.

They walked together in full affection. Across the terrace, where the car is parked.

"High spirit?" asked Dian who saw the face of Ibra who looked heppy once.

"Absolutely not the same mom and dad?" search Ibra, do not want to discuss what Dian asked. He asked if his wife had been alone with his parents or not? It just so happened that he seemed to be taking a nap right now.

"So, I told you. They don't wake up yet, baby." Dian dyed, towards the room of Rahma who looked lonely.

"Sir Barko, don't go back to the ministry if I haven't returned yet" Ibra told Barko.

"Oh, yes sir." Mr. Barko nodded respectfully.

"Why?" tanya Dian frowned in surprise.

"Yes .. itung-itung stand guard. Let's help you clean up Susi and Rika." Ibra is back.

"Oh," murmured Dian.

"Yes, Already. We're going now!" ibra muttered, opened the car door and opened it for Dian.

Dian also entered while holding a paper bag in hand. He keeps it in the back seat.

He sits beside the wheel. Ibra circled her car into the backdoor of the steering wheel.

The car drove fast, after both wore seat belts. Splitting the streets were quite crowded, Dian's gaze translucent to the window.

Remembering everything that happened at the Baras house. Until the recent incident made his eyes hot and sick. And also when the night that he thought Ibra was with him all night, it turned out that only a bolster pillow accompanied him until morning.

This heartache hurts ... "You love her?" search Dian. Glancing with the tip of his eyes towards Ibra.

"Huh ...you mean what dear?" tanya Ibra pretended not to understand.

"You love, right. Same Laras?" reset Dian.

"Oh, naturally, she's my wife too. Time should I let it go anyway," said Ibra. With a focused view to the highway.

Dian was stunned for a moment. "Are you going to divorce her? after giving birth," suddenly asked her that ....

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