Marriage Contract Letter

Shitty

"Where are you Miss? do you want to check your sensitive area, whether I touch it or not," Ibra's mouth was so mischievous in front of Laras. With his other wife, it is not so.

The barrel pecked at the front door of the bathroom, digesting Ibra's speech just now. Again he shuddered and immediately opened the door leaf and locked it from the inside.

Ibra smirked in satisfaction, again laying her body down by hugging the bolster. Closing his eyes while covering the smile on his lips.

Baras put on his bathrobe and wrapped a towel around his wet head. Opening the door to get a change of clothes.

On the bed Ibra looked curled up in a blanket. Baras heart again pounded erratically hoping he had come out eh .. instead still lazy in bed. Barrel swung his steps closer to the closet.

Ibra squinted her eyes next to her. "Wet shower?" he muttered with a heavy voice.

Laras. "What is a dry bath without water?" scrunched his forehead. "Everyone who takes a wet bath, will use water."

Ibra scratched her head which was not itchy. "I mean, what's in the shampoo? we didn't do anything last night."

"Can't that be it, is there a ban? the feeling of no well," while taking the full outfit he brought to the bathroom.

"Yes, anyway" murmured Ibra as she closed her eyes again.

A moment later Laras came out with neat clothes, just wear a little powder and lipstick so as not to pale nor did he forget the perfume.

Then wear a mukena to perform dawn prayers. After praying for a while, continue to open the window. Sweeping, cleaning up in his own room.

"Sir, don't you want to move the bed?" the sound of the barrel standing on the edge of the bed.

But no response from Ibra made Laras closer. "Master .. get up, I'll get the bed done."

Ibra just muttered, "Hem ..."

Laras was about to rotate his body, but at a glance Ibra's hand pulled Laras's hand.So Laras fell into the chest of Ibra Laras was surprised, wanted to immediately stand back but Ibra's hand was embracing Laras' back.

For a moment when their eyes met, then the blind eye Ibra moved to see the lips Laras pink ranum, wanted to feel biting anxiety.

The barrel revolted away but still could not power outweighed by Ibra. "Le-regardless Sir. I'm gonna take care of it."

"Take it off if you can Miss," said Ibra smiling as she closed her eyes.

While looking at the face of Ibra who pretended to be asleep. Laras thought how he could escape from the arms of Ibra's burly.

"Where can you get out? uuh .. more and more locked," inner Laras, but finally. Laras smiled cunningly, he quickly dipped Ibra's cheek. Ibra was surprised and her hand touched her cheek. Of course the embrace that was locked. Take it off.

The barrel immediately jumped up and stood up straight. "How can you?" he said while opening both of his palms.

Ibra grinned as she woke up, her hands still stuck to her cheeks. "Basan you cheated."

Laras pressed his lips. "Once, get up, sir! I'm gonna get it done."

"Yes-yes, bring it," said Ibra as he walked down the door. "After this don't forget, go to my private room, prepare all my needs, and-"

"Yes sir, I already know," cried Laras again.

Then Ibra came out, but suddenly she stood back in front of the door. "Don't forget Miss?" again grin and go.

"Ish-ish, ish, bring him this guy." Barrels with annoyed tones but in the heart is not so.

Finish making the bed. Barrel went straight to Ibra's room, several times no one beat. "Where the hell? shower time." murmured Laras while turning the door knob that was not in the key, hesitantly he entered his eyes sweeping every corner of the room. From the door, it was already pouring out the smell of the room. There was the sound of tap water flowing from the bathroom.

Apparently Ibra was in the shower, Laras picked up clothes scattered on the floor, "Can't keep in place, basic wonder yes, sultan mah freely want how too."

Laras was shocked and immediately looked over. "Tu-Master, you're done with the bath?" looking at the body of Ibra who was only wearing a towel.

"Not yet! still soaking."

They face and look at each other. Laras subconsciously moved his eyes, consciously had not prepared clothes for Ibra. He immediately turned his back to enter the wardrobe room, looking for Ibra's formal attire to this day.

Ibra grinned, sitting in front of the makeup glass spraying perfume all over her body. Glanced at the wardrobe door.

A moment later, Baras returned. "I've prepared Master everything inside," pointed inside.

"Why not just bring it here?" obviously Ibra with a sharp look.

"here? I want to clean up Mr. here" said Laras, thinking he wanted to clean up.

"Why are you here?" pointing to that place.

"I-yes, good sir." Laras nodded. "Sucks," Inner Baras and back wardrobe took Ibra's full outfit.

Laras returned with Ibra's clothes. "It's Mister," kept her on the bed.

Ibra stared at her suit, which seemed complete with underwear. Then she wears it. The barrel rushed away, towards the window opening its curtains, sweeping, tidying the bed.

Ibra came out and left her work coat. Laras. "Master ... his work coat!" squeak Baras, please,

"I'm going to the study for a bit" he said from near the door.

"Ooh," murmured Laras, for the work of the Barrel in Ibra's private room was completed. Laras came out while carrying Ibra's work coat, closed the door.

Standing at the front door of the room, waiting for Ibra to come out of her study. Ibra came out with some files in hand, seeing that her suit had been brought by Laras. Ibra went down for breakfast, followed by Laras.

Arriving at the dining table, greeted by assistants including assistant head bu Rika. Everyone nodded respectfully, there was already Dian and Mery.

"Bagy morning?" greet Ibra to his two wives and kiss the forehead of the two alternately.

"Dear, how was his sleep last night, good?" tadal Dian's.

"Yuduk," explained Ibra while taking a plate and then given to Laras to take the menus he liked.

Julie came near Ibra. "Honey good morning ..." stroking the cheek of Ibra who took the plate from the barrel.

Yulia glanced cynically at Laras who took her breakfast. Yulia took the drinking water and pretended to nudge something so that the water in her hand spilled right on Laras' lap. "Sorry UPS! wet, accidentally sorry yes," said Yulia pretended guilty face.

Laras just looked at Yulia and her hand wagged her skirt that hit the water one glass.

"What the fuck are you, Yulia?" ibra stared intently.

"Sorry baby .. not accidentally, right," took a tissue wiping the wet clothes Laras.

"I told you, you won't feel calm in front of me barrel," Inner Yulia grinned in satisfaction.

Laras also understood, this was intentional by Yulia. He was suspicious of Yulia whose behavior was strange to him.

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