Marriage Contract Letter

Just pretending

Jemari Ibra stroked Dian's hair with a floating mind, not the slightest sign of Dian being sick. It was obvious that he was okay, Ibra thought.

Dian secretly smiled. "I'll make sure you're with me tonight. I'm sure you're so worried about me. And I won't leave me."

Ibra had prepared a message to send to Laras, to just say not to go home tonight, but he undo the message. "I have to find a way to get to Laras' house tonight, I promised not long. But it's even night. How is it going? I know that Dian's not sick." Inner Ibra while looking at Dian who stuck in his chest.

"I want to see if Rika's mom has come home or not" Ibra murmured as she moved.

"Why indeed? if you're home or not, let's love."

"I'm hungry, I want to eat. Here all I can serve is Rika's mother" Ibra said.

"This is my chance to serve him well, so that Ibra will love me even more. Yes ... I have to show that I can be a good wife to my husband" Dian murmured inwardly. "Darling ... am I prepared?"

"Oh, don't be. You have a headache, so just rest? Let me eat there myself." Ibra Timpal.

"But I didn't prepare pa-pa, my headache is a bit off." Dian's voice was a bit nervous.

"No, dear pa-pa, do you just take a break, or do I want to bring it here?" ibra's offer was immediately greeted by a nod by Dian.

Ibra, get out Dian's room to take dinner. For both of them.

After arriving at the kitchen, the assistant was only cooking for them. Without cooking for his master. "Yes, there's only one, I'm hungry and Mom." Pinta Ibra to his assistant.

"Good sir." The assistant prepared the Ibra pinta. Ibra is busy with her cell phone.

Then Ibra took the tray to Dian's room, then entered with the tray in hand. "Eat my dear." Ibra put the tray in front of Dian.

Dian glared, after seeing the food menu that Ibra brought it did not make him tasteful at all.

"What is this, baby? it's not my food of taste, I don't like it!" Dian pointed to the food Ibra brought.

"They just cook for them, so I bring the existing ones. Waiting lazily. I'm too hungry" said Ibra, devouring her. No matter with Dian want to eat breadfruit, no matter what.

Looking at Ibra who was eating voraciously, Dian was annoyed. He felt Ibra didn't care about him. "Darling, you know. What kind of cuisine do I like? I-I can't eat that."

Ibra. "Do you want some porridge? you are sick again" asked Ibra.

"I don't want porridge, I want to eat my favorite menu, say the same assistant make my favorite menu." Dian Kekeh.

Ibra who had finished eating, immediately ended with a sip of his drink. "Actually, are you sick or are you resourceful?" tanya This bra is staring intently at Dian.

"Sa-sick baby, sick to-head when you don't believe in me ha?" Answered Dian with a disjointed voice.

"You don't have to pretend, I know. You are just pretending," said Ibra while staring very sharply, his heart has begun to enter a very upset.

"I-I'm sick baby, but I'm hungry too."

"If you're hungry to eat, don't get busy with people's tastes. What's the harm anyway? it's a clear vegetable. There is also chicken, and you also like fried chicken. What's the problem?" search Ibra.

"The thing is I don't want to eat chicken anymore, baby. I want to eat crabs, squid-"

"Message good, isn't it easy?"ibra is back.

"Yes, already. Dear order it?" pinta Dian while lying down again.

Ibra looked at him while shaking her head. Then order the one Dian mentioned. "I ordered it, just wait."

"Honey, here dong? sleep with me." Lirih Dian Netra her eyes stared softly at Ibra.

Ibra went up and approached Dian who was lying down. After being beside Dian, Dian immediately hugged her as if not letting Ibra go one bit.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of knocking on the door from outside the room. Ibra and Dian looked at each other, then Ibra removed Dian's hand from her body. Get down and get to the door.

Blake it!

The door, Ibra opened and Zayn stood with smirking lips. Eyebrows in up and down. "You?"

Zayn threw himself into the room. "Boss, there's a problem to be solved right now."Clearly Zayn with a slightly loud voice.

"Who's dear?" dian asked from the inside wondering who came who he thought was disturbing, because if food orders were not possible this fast.

"Zayn, baby." Ibra turned a little towards Dian. "Awhile, huh?" ibra told Zayn.

Ibra turned her body towards Dian who was already sitting on the bed. "Darling Zayn picked me up, there's an office problem I need to take care of."

"Those nights?" tanya Dian was suspicious.

"Yes, it's still late afternoon. There's something we need to talk about for tomorrow's meeting and it's very important." Zayn.

Dian looked at Zayn and then looked at Ibra again. "But baby .. I'm sick, I don't want to be left." Dian's voice paled and embraced Ibra's hand.

"This is very important, for the continuity and smooth running of the company in the future," Zayn continues to convince Dian to release Ibra.

Ibra's back touches the temple and side of the neck. "I'm sure you'll be fine, don't be selfish. I'm here tomorrow too." Ibra continues to convince that tomorrow he will be sure to be in the ministry.

Dian frowning. Putting his lips forward, it felt cobbled. Angry, the plan failed.

Not waiting for an answer, Ibra left, followed by Zayn in the back.

"Darling? don't go, or I'll .." screeched Dian when Ibra crossed the door.

Ibra and Zayn stopped and turned. "Will what? never threaten me, let alone the reason for your headache." Obviously Ibra, then continued in that step.

Dian was wrathful, throwing whatever was nearby. Then she ruffled her hair in frustration.

Ibra and Zayn were already in the car, sitting next to each other throwing smiles. Then Zayn laughed, remembering what Dian had done. Zayn had a peek when Dian was wrathful after Ibra's departure.

Ibra pursed her lips. "Acquina diibulin, hem ...."

Ha ha ha ... Zayn laughed out loud and maybe he felt funny. Ibra.

"Happy? the laugh." Ibra asked, when she saw Zayn stopping her laughter.

"Already," he said while turning the steering wheel and drove the car slowly.

When going out the gate cross paths with Ibra's car which was carried by Mr. Barko and in Rika's bu ride.

Ibra looked over and greeted. "Mom, just got home?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I just got home, keep chatting with Susi and the young mistress. Long time no see" said Rika who previously nodded respectfully.

"Oh, okay it's okay! I'm going there. Oya, tomorrow afternoon will have a meeting so prepare for lunch, shopping money later I transfer." Ibra.

"Oh, ready, sir." Answer mom Rika.

"Road," Ibra pinta on Zayn who waits for command from his Boss.

The car continued to go on splitting the quiet street and decorated with lights that illuminated the road.

The longer the car is bolted more like an arrow that is released from the bow. So that the time on the road feels short, now Zayn's car has entered the complex. After being in front of the house, the car was pulled over.

"Hem ... Not asked to enter first? you drink cake, eat it" said Zayn, grinning at his white teeth.

"It's late, next time okay?" murmured Ibra while rushing to open the fence.

"Huuh .." grunts Zayn at his Boss's back, then pulls back his car. Rotating direction.

Ibra enters the terrace. Then holding the door hendle which happened to have not been in the key, he entered not forgetting to close and lock it.

"Assalamua'laikum .." Ibra said after her step in the living room and everyone was there watching television.

"Wa'alaikumus salam .." answered all at once.

"New home? I don't think I'm coming back here anymore" asked Mr. Marwan. Staring at his son.

"Yes Pa, I promised to come back again." Ibra said as she approached Laras who was sitting on the sofa with Susi, then Susi moved to let Ibra sit next to Laras.

"Oh, where's your car? Mama didn't hear your car, baby" asked Rahma.

"In the Missions, I .. delivered with Zayn," said Ibra while smiling at the mother.

"Where's zayn? don't go in," continued Rahma looking for the whereabouts of Zayn.

"He ... has come home, tomorrow morning come here again pick me up." continued Ibra, then saw the wife who had not yet let out her voice.

"But bobo baby?" reprimand Ibra grabbed Laras' hand, then kissed the back of the hand.

"No, yet" said Briefly.

"Eat already?" the whisper is right in the ear.

"It." With a cold glare. He was a bit upset, said for a moment want to go home doang, while just nongol what time is it?

Ibra understood that Laras was upset with her. Ibra's hand hugged and rubbed Laras' stomach, wanting Laras to move it. But not good with in-laws, finally Laras just silence. Ibra's hand continued to stroke the wife's stomach, while her chin was placed on her shoulder.

The netra of Ibra's eyes led to the television. Occasionally Laras yawns sleepy. "Tuh ... sleepy, bobo yu?" take Ibra slowly.

Laras did not reply, but rather chatted with the in-laws.

"Honey, Mama likes the same as the artist," said Rahma pointed to the artist on television.

"I also love Ma ... sama!" laras replied by showing a smile on his lips.

Ibra sat leaning back and grabbed the sofa cushion, in her embrace. Then positioned his seat upright and said to Laras, beginning to hold his hand. "Darling, I'm hungry. Is there any food?"

"Haah? haven't eaten yet" asked back from Laras.

"So it's a little, hungry again" said Ibra again rubbed his stomach that let out a sound.

"There, Sir. There's still, "sambar Susi.

"Yes, I'm ready." Barrel stood up and put his feet behind his back.

"Well, Pah. I want to eat first" Ibra said as she moved off the sofa. Follow the first barrel into the kitchen.

Laras prepared a meal for Ibra and also drank it. He sat down in front of Ibra, who pulled up his chair and sat there.

"Any with Brother?" murmured Ibra while feeding her to the mouth.

"No, not angry!" sahut Laras sitting next to Ibra.

"Not angry, but that frown? his lips made me anxious, he he he he ...."

Laras flicked his lips. "Who also? make what angry."

"After a while, angry with you. I'm sorry, aren't I? home late." Ibra admitted his mistake.

"That's realising," he murmured Laras very slowly.

"What?" tanya Ibra looked over.

"Ah, no. That I forgot something, it's past." Elak Laras's.

"Hem ..." added his smile. Then slightly change his seat facing the Barrel. "Are you really not angry?" jemari Ibra stroked Laras cheek.

Both eyes met. A moment of exchanging views deeply.

Then, Laras moved his eyes down, unable to look into Ibra's eyes. Ibra continued eating until the toilet.

After eating, Ibra washed her hands in the sink. Baras cleaned his food scraps Ibra, he took it to the sink to wash.

But Ibra took over the plate and the glass. "Let your brother wash.The young lady sit here." Ibra dragged Laras' body to sit sweetly on the chair.

Baras just smiled, looking at Ibra who was washing the dishes. Ibra turned to his wife, Laras.

After wiping his hands, Ibra invited Laras to go to the room, he who looked tired and yawned many times.

Ibra's hand guided Laras' wrist to the room. "Do I want to carry it?"

The eyes move to see right and left. "No, I can walk alone." Barrel blushed in shame.

They were already in bed in a blanket. Laras rests his head on Ibra's chest. While Ibra's hand stroked Laras' head.

"Sorry huh? I'm not on time to get home," cuph! soft-take the head Barrel.

"Hem, not pa-pa," he muttered Laras.

"Tomorrow, I'm not going home? there's a meeting at the Missions, too." A warm kiss landed on his wife's forehead.

"Oh, not pa-pa!"

"The answer is not pa-pa mulu, don't miss what?" tanya Ibra.

"No, why. Kangen?" ask Laras while mesem.

"Hem ... Really not kangen? hem is not kangen," Ibra tickled around the waist Barrel, so Laras wriggled amusedly.

"Ah ... amused, Brother amused ..." caught Ibra's hand that kept tickling.

Barrel sniggers. "Ah .. want to pee. I want to pee. It's." Already."

Ibra stopped the action. Then swiftly down and bent his body, carrying Laras' body brought him to the bathroom.

The barrel gasped, reflexively embracing Ibra's shoulders. "say napa? let me not be surprised." Then he slid his face into Ibra's neck.

After being in the toilet, Ibra lowered Laras' body. Stand by the wall.

Laras wanted to squat but glanced at Ibra who was still standing there. "Sana's out, I'm gonna pee!"

Ibra grinning. "No pa-pa, just pee. Don't be shy, people I'm your husband," Ibra said, showing her smile ....

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