Marriage Contract Letter

Inner stock

Baras's hand pushed Ibra's chest slowly, after all, feeling stuffy, oxygen-deprived. Ibra's mouth shut her mouth.

But Ibra did not immediately grant the request of the wife. He even dragged the wife's body to the most comfortable place, yes it was the bed without releasing the action.

Now they are lying in their most comfortable place. Both Ibra elbows rested on holding his weight, so as not to overpower the entire body Laras.

"Em, loose ..." Laras voice with breath gasping.

So did Ibra, with her hunting breath. Smirking satisfied, likes to be more anxious when you see Laras cuek-cuek duck.

Ibra's fingers unbuttoned the barrel negligee one after the other. Until it is clearly visible the content is pure white.

Laras grazes his eyes, casting off the shadow of Ibra making out with Dian. He gave a refusal by covering his chest. "I'm going to get some warm water ready." While awake.

But Ibra's hand pushed slowly on Laras' shoulder so that he would lie down again. And Ibra began to lock him up, locking Laras' body.

Baras' chest rumbled violently, his heart pounding. Saw Ibra taking off the ones attached to her body. "Ma-want what? not last night with Dian!" the sound of Laras disjointed, seeing Ibra getting closer.

With a longing gaze and a smile that expands on the lips, the hands are more free to travel. Then Laras' hand caught it and stopped it.

Smilingly. Ibra said in a soft tone. "I haven't done it yet other than you did the other day. And last night, I didn't do anything."

"liying?" laras' gaze was suspicious and behind it he began to feel a strange demeanour on his body.

"Truly dear ..." getting softer in his ears, then showering his forehead and cheeks Laras with a small peck.

"I can't believe it" said Laras sok jaim. Resist the turmoil that began to attack, caused every touch of Ibra that contains a magnet.

"Truly ... My juniors did nothing, and my birds are going nowhere-"

Laras chuckles and cuts off Ibra's speech, leaving Ibra astonished and knitting her brows. "Why?"

"Indeed, hi hi hi hi .. Is your bird winged? who can go anywhere freely?" The barrel still giggled and covered his mouth with a palm.

Ibra stared expressionlessly and then put away the hand that covered Laras' lips. Replaced with his lips, he started the game.

Ibra is increasingly intensive warming up, Laras was getting washed away with a soft touch Ibra. It is********very soft*.********so sweet the lips are.

The heart dag dig dug. Gurgle very quickly. The barrel could only close the eyes and the earthy sound of breathing with Ibra's breath whimpering. Exquisitely.

Behind the thick blanket, two people without a cloth. In the midst of combining love, both of them really enjoy the ritual they create. The next week Ibra will be outside the city, of course he will fast, not find his inner satisfaction. For a while, so be content now. Count as a stock, while there.

Out. The sun had already revealed its light, and the light was beginning to warm. Ibra and Laras are still not finished with the ritual. Stop it, start again. Sweat was already pouring on the bodies of both, small sounds that escaped from the lips Laras. It adds to the passion that continues to grow.

Slowly Baras' hand pushed Ibra's chest. Although they had felt the peak many times, the great Vibration they felt. The body is tired, tired. The same is felt by Ibra. But somehow Laras' body really became opium for him, so he was reluctant to stop it.

Until finally he felt a point of satisfaction, tired and tired, his energy was completely drained already. He lay down next to his previous wife and kissed her forehead and cheeks very gently. "Thank you dear."

Then lie back down and close your eyes. His hands hugged the wife who put her head on her chest.

"It's noon, do you want breakfast first? clean up first yu!"sound Slowly. But still, there was no reply from Ibra.

Laras looked up, then lowered his lips in a smile. Swiping his chest that field, muttering. "bobo is. Next to me always." Then Baras bengong. "Why am I talking like that? I'm so selfish."

Both eyes stared at that stern face. "Be a good husband." Swiping Ibra's face gently. Closer his face and kiss Ibra's forehead. Then Laras took his clothes on the side, rushed to the bathroom to clean up.

Time has shown at 10 noon. Ibra and Laras are not out yet, Marwan and Rahma are relaxing on the terrace.

"Pa, Laras and Ibra are not out yet, not yet having breakfast again" said Rahma looking at her husband.

"Let's just Ma, maybe let go of longing. Later in the afternoon, Ibra will go out of town. Make provisions first time, ha ha ha ..."

"Employed? that means!" rahma raised her eyebrows, not understanding what her husband Marwan meant.

"Well, Mama doesn't understand what that stuff is? we were young and still like."

"What the hell? not understand. Fill my head bleng nih Pa.." said Ms. Rahma.

"Alert the inner, Mama ... willingly a week outside the city." explained Mr. Marwan with a smile.

"Oh, that's .. ha ha ha. Mama called me this morning for breakfast, and didn't say it either."

"Let's just Ma .. later also if it's enough stock must come out too."

Rahma heard every word from her husband. The couple's conversation ended, with the arrival of Rt sir to the place.

"Assalamua'laikum, sorry to interrupt?" said Miftah while extending his hand to Rahma and Marwan.

"Wa'alaikumus salam .. please sit down, Mr. Rt. Pall-please?" answer Mr. Marwan and immediately let him sit.

"Thank you, Mr. Marwan. Whoa.... Where are the others?" miftah asked as her eyes darted into the house.

"Yes, we're both. Oya what's up? we were surprised, is the problem here not finished or what?" said Mr. Marwan.

"Ooh .. Don't be surprised, it's okay. Take it easy," said Miftah back.

"Sir Rt wants to drink what?" ask Rahma while standing up. Going to the back to get a drink for the guests.

"Oh, no need, ma'am. Don't bother, I won't be long." Miftah rejected Rahma's offer.

"No pa-pa, don't bother. Yes ... Sweet tea, yes?" mrs Rahma moved into the kitchen.

"It's so cool here?" miftah. His gaze swept around.

"How are you, Mr Rt?" ask Mr. Marwan.

"Alhamdulillah. Okay, how's the opposite?" ask me, Miftah.

"My news is good as well." Marwan nodded.

"Look, I came here. With the intention of asking for help, if in the village hall will hold a service event to clean up the surrounding area. May he donate, as it were, to Laras and the husband. I want to donate."

Ruffling steps sounded from within, towards the terrace. Ms. Rahma carried a tray containing a glass of sweet tea and a plate of biscuits.

"Please, Mr. Rt drink it." Ms. Rahma presented what she had brought on the table.

Then Rahma sat down at the place. Keep a tray under the table.

"Because, my daughter-in-law is still resting, so ... Mah, get Papa's wallet in the room." Glanced at his wife who was countered with a nod.

Then Rahma went back from her seat. Take the wallet that her husband asked for.

"Sorry, is Laras sick? so it's still a break!" search Miftah curious.

"Oh, no. Not sick, just maybe again, rest with her husband, understand it .. holidays and not to walk," said Mr. Marwan confused.

Mr. Rt was pensive for a moment, his mind drifting out of nowhere.

Mr. Marwan opened the wallet, and took out the contents of several sheets of red. "This, Mr. Rt. Just a little."

Miftah did not respond. His gaze was blank forward, Marwan moved his hand in front of Miftah's face. But still not flinching.

Ms. Rahma and Mr. Marwan exchanged looks. Surprised by Miftah's attitude. Marwan patted Miftah on the shoulder, making himself gasp.

"Oh, sorry-sorry. Why ya?" tanya Miftah was a little surprised.

"Why do you daydream Mif?" mr. Marwan was astonished.

"Ah, not Mr. Marwan." Miftah was a little nervous.

"Here, I have a little. Please accept!"

"Oh, thank you Mr. Marwan. May his kindness be replaced with something more" said Miftah while taking the money and he put it in the file.

"Aamiin" said Rahma and her husband in unison.

"Okay, because there are still many goals. So I can't stay here long." Miftah also said goodbye.

"Elah .. why rush Mr Rt? drink first, taste the cake first." Madam Rahma brought the dish closer.

"Oh, not not wanting to for long. There are still many goals," said Miftah, but he took his drinking glass until it runs out in half.

After storing the glass, Miftah moved and returned. He passed after shaking hands with the host. His eyes looked for the whereabouts of Laras, but his shadow was invisible as well ....

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Afternoon. Ibra was ready to leave for the city, her things were prepared by Rika. Will be delivered directly to the airport by the driver.

Now Ibra was in the room, waiting for Laras to get ready to go to take her husband to the airport.

"Darling, take good care of yourself at home. I will miss you" said Ibra, staring at the reflection of Laras' face in the mirror.

Baras who was wearing a veil, Netra her eyes stared gently at Ibra. "Can call? dian not going to the airport!"

"Sendar. But ... don't know, either" said Ibra, embracing Laras' shoulder from behind.

"Iih .. freelance. I'm not done yet." Pinta Laras, get rid of Ibra's hand.

"Hem ... when is the hug?" gerutu Ibra's. A little distance himself from Laras.

"Daily, not satisfied what?" say Laras with a focused look at the mirror. Tidying up her veil.

"Say, papa is also my provision during there, for a week, dear ...."

The barrel slightly snickered and pursed her tiny lips.

Ibra came back closer and kissed the tip of his head Laras very gently. His eyes looked at their reflection in the mirror.

The barrel stands, because its appearance is already in a neat taste. Then take his beloved bag off the table.

Ibra was standing right in front of Laras, holding both hands of Laras with affection. Both eyes stared fixedly at the face of the wife who was also staring at herself. "I'm gonna miss you and beby us so much."

Kissing the back of Laras' hand, then carrying Laras' body into his arms.

Indeed, even Laras felt something heavy, it felt like he wanted to say not to go. Because he desperately needed the presence of Ibra by his side. The barrel buried the face in the chest of the field of the husband. His hand returned Ibra's embrace and squeezed her back.

Lips Vibrating. Unable to express all feelings, including that she really loves the man who became her husband.

With great difficulty. The barrel engulfs its saliva, which is difficult to swallow, and is also difficult to remove. Somehow his eyes fogged up, until finally covered in clear water. His fingers rubbed rough.

Ibra who realized Laras was crying. Removing his arms and holding both shoulders Laras slightly distanced from him, so that he could freely look at the owner of the beautiful face.

"Kok cry? honey ... even cry! he said he never misses me, he said let me go. You're okay." Cibir Ibra grinned and rubbed the wet cheek of Laras.

The barrel grinned and slapped Ibra's shoulder. "That's right, I'm just afraid you're not coming back. My son will be born, asking his father how?"

Suddenly Ibra chuckled. "Ha ha ha .. Baby, it's a newborn baby. Can you say yes? ha ha ha ... No dear .. Anyway, I'm definitely back for you. For our son." Ibra's Wirih.

Laras lowered his head and again buried it in Ibra's chest. He didn't understand what he said just now, why did he say that too?

Ibra gently rubbed his wife's back, occasionally kissing her head. "Prieve me, so that my business there is complete and .. of course you can go home soon."

Karas' head nodded, replying to Ibra's words just now. Then, Laras rubbed his trembling stomach. Apparently the baby was kicking. "The baby is moving" said Laras very enthusiastic and distanced himself from the body Ibra.

Ibra, smiling and kneeling positioned her face in front of Laras' stomach. He placed his palm on the surface of the skin of the stomach.

He also felt the vibration, sticking cheeks while saying. "Hello, baby ... healthy there huh? Papi's leaving. Take care of Mommy, baby." Cup! kissed his wife's stomach many times. Until Laras felt amused.

After being satisfied to invite the baby candidate to chat, Ibra stood up and glanced at his watch. "Yu, leave? mama and papa must have been waiting outside, we could have been in the same words again with them," said Ibra while showing her sweet smile.

"You anyway? I like to forget time, so I'm so ashamed of my mom and dad! so embarrassed, you know?" said Laras with a slightly spoiled tone.

"No papa. After all, we are husband and wife dear, not who is still dating or adultery. Why is it also even though he's ashamed." Obviously Ibra while rubbing the cheek Laras very soft.

"If you are ashamed, where are people? we are still making room, there are even guests we do not know." continued Laras.

"Oh .. So sorry, did not see the former Rt sir the pursuer of love?" god Ibra.

"Ih ... What the hell? don't connect, "a little pinch of Ibra's waist.

"Aw .. pain, beware if it reaches like that time. Red--"

"Why? get mad! please if you are angry. At most he was also sulking," said Laras cut off Ibra's speech, then stepped closer to the door.

"Dear no, not angry. Loss if my beautiful wife returns angry. A huge loss." Following the Barrel's steps.

"Idih .. the more talented the competition! deserved his wife a lot--"

"whatwhat? who's whose wife is a lot! hem ... if possible his wife wants only one, you," continued Ibra while preceding the step Laras.

Laras's language stopped, his brain digesting the speech of ibra just now. His forehead frowned, then shrugged both of his shoulders. "Not knowing ah."

Ibra and her parents were near the car, waiting for Laras who was still inside. Talk to Susi.

Ibra reached into her pocket, picking up the vibrating phone. He took a phone call for a while.

"Pa darling?" look at Rahma's mom, after Ibra saved her phone.

"Dian, Ma. said he had left for the airport" said Ibra. Glancing at Laras who walked over, Ibra opened the door for him ....

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