Marriage Contract Letter

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Now Ibra and his colleagues and staff are holding a meeting. Previously on lunch jamu, and Dian was present at the dining table. After Dian relax, he did not return to the office again happened to be Saturday so entered work only half a day.

After a few hours the meeting took place. Finally the meeting ended as well, one/one people resigned to go home. Ibra and Zayn were drinking coffee.

"I think, these few months the company is growing and needs extra management as well. Not a few people are also jealous of the success of your boss, including the terror of the Laras house at that time. Clearly patterned his dislike for your success Boss," said Zayn praising his Boss.

Ibra took a deep breath. "Maybe it's a saying called. Behind a successful man there is a great woman behind him." Ibra feels happy and grateful if behind this there is one woman who prays for her.

"Uwih ... great, of course women who are so encouraging and always pray, right?" zayn said as he sipped his coffee.

"Yes, sure. I remembered the same Barrel, which was clearly visible in the eyes. If she prays sincerely for me, I don't know that Dian might pray for me either." Ibra again took a long breath.

"Yes, it is .. It is clear that Laras is number one in your eyes. Even he brings a better aura to you" Zayn added.

"True, a lot of changes to me. Even if it's slow." Ibra leaned her back against the back of the chair.

"Ehem," Dian's new voice appeared at the venue.

Ibra turned to Dian. "Dear."

"What the hell is that talking about? very seriously," asked Dian while sitting near Ibra.

"No, just work, baby," said Ibra while rubbing Dian's shoulder gently.

"Oh, kirain said what? honey, how about we go for a walk. We haven't been out for a long time." Looking at Ibra hoping he said yes.

"Road, okay ... way, but around that close. Not far away." Ibra. Dian's Will.

"Asik ... thanks dear ..." cuph! kissing landed on Ibra's right and left cheeks, Dian was enthusiastic and happy.

"Together," Ibra looked at Zayn who was raising both his shoulders and lips forward.

"Okay, I'll go home first, see you tomorrow." Zayn stood up and grabbed the file. Drink the coffee until it is finished.

"alright. See you tomorrow" said Ibra, raising his hand.

Dian waved at Zayn. Then I looked at Ibra who was silent. "Darling, to yu's garden?" pulling Ibra's hand.

But Ibra was reluctant to move. "I'm tired baby, want to take a break. It's gonna be tonight, right?"

"The road, yes, tonight. Okay ... If you want to rest first, where to rest? in your room or in my room," asked Dian, holding Ibra's hand, who stood up and walked away.

"Me, just go to my room." Ibra swung her steps towards her private room.

"Yes, already. I drove there." They walked side by side. Dian's head leaned against Ibra's shoulder who was walking while daydreaming. I don't know what to think?

"Yes, honey ... so tomorrow's the day?" search Dian.

"So. i-iya so."

"I'd like to come, but .. for this week. I can't leave work." Dian muttered back.

"No pa-pa, I can do it myself. Not for the holidays, but for the work." Ibra continued, her hand opened the door to her room.

After being in the room, Ibra saw a wall clock that had shown at 16.20 wib. "Yes, I'm going to the bathroom first. It's time to pray." Ibra took Dian's hand out of her hand. Who had wanted to lie down immediately, but he remembered not the Ashar prayer.

"Careat?" murmured Dian and looked at the footsteps of ibra who rushed into the bathroom.

Ibra takes water wudu, who previously urinated first. Moments later. Ibra came out from behind the door, where Dian was listening to music, lying on Ibra's bed.

Once ready, Ibra fulfilled its obligations on the expanse of peace. He prostrated, surrendered. Grateful for all he could include a good wife and a boy-to-be whom he now longs for his presence.

Once in a while Dian glanced at her husband, Ibra. Looking very closely, all this time he had never seen Ibra salat. Ibra is not a drunk or anything, like a lot of money. But ... he did not pray except Eid day, even if again sreg aja to the mosque and prayer id.

After the greeting was over, Ibra raised both hands to the ceiling in fervent prayer.

"Darling, why not turn down the volume? you know that there's another prayer person, not polite his name." Ibra turned to Dian who did not change the volume of music from her phone.

"Ha, why?" ask Dian without any guilt.

"There is prayer around us, and we are listening or watching music or whatever sound. Good to be reduced first or better if it is turned off. Because it can bother you." Ibra shook her head slowly.

"But the sound is small anyway, not bothering either." Dian turned off the phone.

"If it's slow, I won't talk to you, baby." Firm Ibra while folding his as usual.

"Right, how do you pray?" keep Dian back while rolling her eyeballs.

"I, not a prick, baby, just a reminder. That's not polite. Moreover, the person is the season as well, non-Muslims also who understand and respect Muslims.why not fellow Muslims?"

"Astagfirullah .. Baby, you're a Muslim too, why not pray?" Ibra sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're funny, baby. Pake peci, sarong .. like the actor ustadz-ustadz in soap operas, really dear," said Dian without realizing what Ibra said.

"I, tanya ... You are a Muslim, but why not pray? is that not an obligation" Ibra repeated. Stare at Dian sharply.

"Why the hell should I ask that mulu ah? I'm sleepy too, bobo yu!" he pulled Ibra's hand to lie down with her.

Ibra's breathing sounded heavy. Hopefully soon Dian can change slowly, without anyone forcing her to change. May the guidance come to Dian as God gave her, as she slowly wanted to do the five prayers of the time.

After the magrib, Ibra has prepared with the appearance of a smart casual men's outfit, looks cool and handsome. Do not forget to spray perfume oil on all his body.

Remembered will Baras. Ibra sees her appearance in the mirror and mesem-mesem himself. "Let us both go, dear" murmured Ibra while wearing a watch on her left hand.

On the pelupuk his eyes are imagined and dancing face Laras a. Ibra was stunned for a moment. "Darling, why does your face always haunt me? tomorrow we'll meet all day, baby. So don't bother me first okay?" ibra spoke alone.

Look back. Dirty clothes were scattered, there were also clean clothes on the disheveled bed. If only there was a Baras there would definitely not fight like this. If there is no Baras, of course, waiting to be sorted out by an assistant, Miss Rika. Which will fix it.

Ibra, taking clean clothes, he wants to put it back on the wardrobe. "Haduh ... Is this the bachelor room,? ha ha ha ..." Ibra chuckles. "Bujang, what bachelor? it's bujang.under it's not."

After saving the clothes to the wardrobe, Ibra immediately went out of the room. Do not forget to grab his phone, small but important objects.

Her steps lead to Dian's room, which has yet to appear as well. He was the one who took her on the road. Arriving at Dian's room, Ibra immediately opened the door that was not in the key.

"Darling, come on dong? so no," said Ibra to Dian who was still wearing a dress that fit on his body.

"Em .. Please dong zipper right this dress me?" pinta Dian after Ibra went inside her room.

Ibra approached and attached Dian's dress zipper. "It."

Netra Dian's eyes observe je direction her husband who looks very smart. Dian smiled and embraced that sturdy body. Makes Ibra gasp.

"Well, you want to go, don't you?" ask Ibra again for clarity.

"Yes, honey yes .. can't wait? I love your looks, felt a few years ago." Dian looked up at her husband's face.

"Is she?" ibra asked his forehead. Like forgetting.

"Right baby, okay. We go now, to the nearest Mall," said Dian. while taking her bag and pulling Ibra's hand out of the room.

"Bu Rika, we're eating out huh? by tonight. We're gonna take a walk." Ibra seemed to pay attention to Rika who looked at the two.

"Oh, yes, sir. So no one is eating at this Mension?" bu Rika slightly frowned at that.

"Eat it with you. Do not let anyone waste, said Laras as well. Can't waste food, pamali!

"Yes, sir." Bu Rika nodded.

Dian and Ibra continued to walk friendly towards Ibra's car which was ready in front of the terrace.

Ibra's hand pulls the car door hendle to Dian. After Dian entered and sat down, Ibra circled her car. Sitting behind the wheel, Ibra helps Dian put on her seatbelt. After that Ibra just turned on the car, turning the steering wheel drove slowly leaving the page of the Missions.

At a glance his tail glanced at the orchard at the side. Immediately imagined when Laras cravings young fruit and wants his own meticulous.

Dian was astonished to see Ibra smiling to herself. "What's the smile? is there anything funny."

"Ha. No, there's nothing. Just remember something," said Ibra with eyes focused forward.

"Hem .. Do you remember the past? about us for example." Dian leaned her head on Ibra's shoulder.

Ibra just smiled. Without answering anything, in his memory there is only about Laras, there is rarely about Dian anymore. His memory is full of the story of Laras and Laras.

Sesa.punya at the Mall, Dian and Ibra streets hand in hand very friendly. Especially Dian who skid on Ibra, and it was not just a walk look around. But also shopping for brended goods such as bags, shoes. The scarf that Dian thought was unique.

"Awh ... hungry, how about eating first yu? hungry darling." Dian sulked and pulled Ibra's hand to follow her will.

Now the two are sitting sweetly waiting for the waiter to bring his flagship menu. "The place .. is quite comfortable, dear?" dian said, his eyes looking around the place.

"Yes," said Ibra glanced at the wife who then played her phone.

Suddenly, the blind eye Ibra. He found a very unusual sight, which he had not expected before. Especially agreements? not at all ....

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Hi... My reader, I read it, right? do not forget the form of all the support, he wants a lot of nulis, but there is always a hitch 🙏 hopefully you guys remain satisfied.