Marriage Contract Letter

Baby boy

"Still, not appointed either, Mah." Marwan shut his phone again.

Laras was more anxious, as well as Rahma who seemed anxious or worried.

A few minutes after the doctor's departure, he returned with a device in hand. "From now on, huh? yes, yes, Madam."

Laras did not answer, he looked at Rahma and Marwan alternately. As if asking for an opinion.

Ms. Rahma and Mr. Marwan looked at each other. Then nodded slowly.

"Alright doc," answered Laras lethargic and approached the place appointed by the doctor.

The barrel lies down, the doctor begins to attach a tool to detect a fetus that is in the pregnant stomach. And connect to the computer.

****

Ibra who rode the ojek kept asking for her way in speed. And finally the motorbike that Ibra was riding arrived at the destination, yes it was the clinic of Hope Mother.

After paying Ibra immediately ran. The taxi driver even dumbfounded, because he felt that the payment was too great. But want to call too, Ibra has entered and far away.

Ibra continued to run towards the recommended room. Until finally found Susi who was sitting in the waiting room.

"Sir, not to anything?" susi asked, standing up when she saw Ibra's arrival at that place.

Ibra just glanced at him, then entered the room and saw Laras lying down. "Sorry I'm late?" directly approaching the wife.

"Darling you're okay?" greet the mother worried.

"Good, Mah. As you can see" said Ibra. It's just his appearance that's tangled.

"Thankfully, Papa called many times, not picked up too," said Mr. Marwan.

"Me, on the bike, Pa. .. totally stuck." Limpal Ibra, his eyes staring at the wife who was staring fixedly at him as well?

Laras smiled bitterly, his heart that had been riled up. Worrying Ibra why-why finally came without lacking anything, and feel relieved. Relax, the person he was worried about was already there.

"Where did it go Doc?" ibra investigators are impatient to hear news about the gender of the fetus that is Barrel bladder.

"Patience, sir .. just starting." Answer the doctor while moving the tool he attached to the surface of the stomach Barrel.

Ibra's smile expands. It just seems to start.

I don't know what the doctor did so that on the computer describes a fetus that shows a possibility is a prospective baby boy.

"Congratulations Mr and Madam, baby boy," said the doctor to Laras and Ibra.

"Hore ... Papa wins Mah, Papa wins. Yes!" shouted Mr. Marwan.

Make everything there look. Ibra who rubbed her face was very happy, a happiness that was very very and difficult to describe in words. Laras continued to look at Ibra's happy face and her eyes twinkled. It signifies that great happiness.

After the process is complete. Barrel gets up and sits down. Ibra approached, then took her hand. He sat down in a chair near Rahma's mother.

"Congratulations dear .." mom Rahma hugged Laras very tightly and lovingly.

"Thank you, Ma. thanks!" Laras returned Rahma's embrace, feeling her affectionate embrace. In both corners of the eye Laras appear clear water circles and flows into the cheeks.

Apart from Rahma's embrace, Marwan did not escape hugging her. "Congratulations dear, hopefully the celebration will be smooth and be a great grandson of Papa who is cool, kind and our pride.

Laras nodded and showed a bitter smile. Touched by the words of the in-laws who loved him very much, if only his parents were still there it might be like this as well. Warmly and happily welcomed this baby candidate.

"Had dong, Pa... hugged her ex, I'm her husband has not hugged her yet" said Ibra showing her jealousy to the father.

Laughing, Marwan took off his embrace. Barrel stood up while wiping his tears.

It feels very moved, before she became pregnant she dared to say ready, if pregnant. I'll give it to Dian, but after getting pregnant. Moreover, the more here will not be willing to give it.

Ibra stood in front of Laras. "Honey, finally we know what kind of calamine our son, it turns out he's a boy, which we'll name. Akmal Setiya Ibrahim's." Ibra brought Laras into her arms.

"Yes." Yeah." Laras buried his face in Ibra's chest. Uninvited her tears came back and fell. Now all the flavors are mixed together, happy and sad.

Ibra's hand held both shoulders, then kept them away. So that he could freely look at her a wife, he looked so deeply. "Kok cry baby? don't cry dong .. her beauty is gone when crying!" ibra's finger wiped away the tears that had soaked her cheek.

Later, Laras shows his bitter smile to Ibra. Instantly he hugged the sturdy body, pouring out his worry. "So I was, really worried. I'm afraid you're going to napa, because on that road there was an accident."

Ibra replied and hugged very tightly. Swiping back. It turns out that Laras is worried about him. "Yes, honey, the taxi I was riding in was stuck in traffic because of the incident. But ... I'm not going to nobody, baby. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Ibra kissed the head of the wife wrapped in a veil many times. I don't think he wants to leave again.

Mr. Marwan and Ms. Rahma talked to the doctor for a while. Then they shook hands, and thanked him. Then out of the room, Ibra holding the waist of the wife is very friendly.

"Mrs, congratulations? Susi was so happy to hear that, baby boy, right!"

"Yes, same Susi." Barrel smiled.

They walked slowly, Ibra still holding the waist Laras. Walk side by side.

After arriving at the car, Mr. Marwan asked for the key to Laras, let him drive. Ms. Rahma and Susi have gone in and are sitting sweetly in the car.

The barrel was still standing outside, as Ibra kept him from getting in the car.

"Darling?" call Ibra.

Laras. "What?"

Ibra hugged Laras, on her deck strong. "I ... Today I'm not going home? I will miss you" whispered Ibra languidly. It's hard to feel like we're parting here.

Laras only replied with a slow nod. With teary eyes but this time did not want to show it to ibra, as much as possible he could hold it so that it no longer came out and fell.

"Tomorrow, I'll go home. Wait for me huh? tomorrow afternoon we go to the airport. Want to, will you drive me?"

Again Laras nodded. Take Ibra to the airport, fly to Balikpapan tomorrow.

"Yes, already. Go home, I'm sorry I can't deliver? it is noon must be immediately prepared for the meeting," said Ibra. Unhugging her. He opened the door and closed it again after Laras sat sweetly in the car.

Ibra bent her body. "Pa, Ma .. Tipped Laras ya." Ibra is hopeful.

"Yes, lady .. don't worry, the barrel is safe with us" replied Mr. Marwan.

"Yes, Mah." Ibra returned the hand of the mother.

The Laras car driven by Mr. Marwan drove quickly. Leaving Ibra who was still standing by the side of the road. Laras turned his head to see Ibra who was looking at the car that was boarded by Laras and family.

Ibra is looking for a taxi to get back to the office. Until finally Ibra stopped a passing taxi, immediately he entered and said to take him to the street xx yeng located his office.

Ibra sat leaning back up the seat. His heart was blooming like a flower garden. He imagines playing with his favorite boy.

The driver was astonished, seeing his Passenger mesem-mesem himself.

Ibra is so dreamy henchmen. So he did not realize that the taxi had arrived in front of the towering office.

"Sir, have you arrived, this isn't his office?" the driver's voice, breaking Ibra's daydream.

"Oh," Ibra joked to make sure that this is the right place to go. "I-yes, Sir. Oh, thank you sir? it's the fare." Ibra rushed down and left the place.

Scurity nodded respectfully, Ibra's move kept going and got wider. Towards Zayn's room. He seems to be busy facing the pile of files. "Hi ...."

Zayn looked over and said. "Lastly long?"

"So I, got stuck. There was an incident so I was late, fortunately just waiting. So I can see it for myself.

"How serious? the result." Ask Zayn curiously.

"Alhamdulillah, the birth-weary baby is a boy." Ibra smiled.

"What, hotshot? wah .. Just let me play ball. Ah .. I'm glad to hear that, my niece the hotshot. Who will invite his father to race to multiply his wife. Ha ha ha ..." Zayn chuckled to himself.

"Hus, you carelessly say, it will not be rich. My son will be a true man loyal to a woman. Don't be like the Papa." Sambar Ibra's.

"Oh, I've prepared everything. It's past 12 now. How to go directly to the mension or-"

"I'm going to go to my room first, get a laptop too." Ibra got up from her seat, and went away from Zayn's study and went to his office.

Ibra sat down and opened her laptop which was on the table. For a while he returned to struggling with his work, until finally. Zayn came with an important file for the meeting.

"Bos, come? at noon," pointed at the clock on his wrist.

Ibra glanced at him and closed her laptop. Tidying up the file, then moving, carrying the laptop. "Yo, go." Both go hand in hand.

"Yes, are you ready to go to Balikpapan Bos?" asked Zayn glanced at his Boss.

"Whoever, take care of everything. Until departure to bandung too. Continue to another city again, but if it has approached Laras lahiran, inevitably you who have to replace me out of town. Let me be at the head office, because .. I have to be a standby husband."

"Yes, Boss .. I also understand," said Zayn who now enters Zayn's car which was Mery's car and now belongs to him.

Ibra sat beside him at the wheel. And the one holding the steering wheel, of course, Zayn. "Eeh, this is a car-"

"Yes, it's a car. Not a motor." Timpal Zayn chuckled.

"I mean, what's the name back? dare to wear," the blind eye Ibra observed the contents of the car.

"Here, Boss ... Thanks a lot Boss?" zayn said, glancing at a glance. Then refocus his eyes forward.

"OK," Ibra nodded her head.

"Boss, yeah. As for the original file that I have secured, your wife will not be able to sue her honey."

Ibra. "Is there a copy?"

"No idea, it's obviously in my hands." Zayn.

"Good indeed. If it is necessary to destroy, because I do not want to be disturbed by this, Let us live happily" explained Ibra with foresight.

"Good, Boss. I'll destroy it, but later. Let's destroy it together, if there's any time to relax." Zayn doesn't want to do it alone. At least Ibra watched.

"Yes, it's up to you. The letter is no longer in the hands of the owner. Danger, it'll disrupt my household later." Added Ibra.

Not long after the car has entered the Missions yard. Ibra came down, so did Zayn. Ibra Rushed in.

Bu Rica welcomed his master's arrival. "Good day sir?"

"Honey too, are you home yet?"

"Mrs, it's already Sir. Maybe it's in his room." Answer Rika while following Ibra's steps.

"Prepare water for me to take a shower, and also change clothes" Ibra said to Ms. Rika.

"Good, Sir." Bu Rika nodded.

Zayn no longer followed Ibra but to the meeting room. Bringing Ibra's files and laptops.

Ibra rushed to Dian's room first, before going to her private room.

"Honey, I have good news" said Ibra, after being in Dian's room. Dian herself seemed to have just finished her bath and was still busy in front of the mirror.

Dian, look at Ibra from the mirror reflection. "What's the matter, baby?"

"So, Laras check pregnancy. You know, what gender is it?"

Dian turned his head, looking towards Ibra. Her husband's. "Women?"

Ibra sat on the sofa, with a bright face. Looks very happy. "It's not love, it's a boy."

"Oh ... boy?" Dian said there is a sense of happiness there is also a sense of who knows what it is. Dian himself was confused to describe it.

"Yes, already. I'm gonna take a shower for a second." Ibra got up and approached Dian, gently peeping her forehead.

Dian was just speechless with a mind that kept flying. Remembering the boy,- can he foster? while she herself is busy and probably right people say, is she willing to take care of a baby? whereas. She is still selfish, her husband rarely takes care of her. Busy with yourself ....

****

Hi.... How are my readers today? may there be in almighty protection yes, thank you for faithfully waiting.