Marriage Contract Letter

Feeling heavy

After some time on the road, finally the car driven by Ibra arrived at the airport parking lot located in the city of Jakarta.

Zayn, who had taken care of all Ibra's departure, approached. "The Ngaret mulu cave."

"It's you, son Zayn. Her name is also always a newlywed, so let go of longing first," said Rahma while smiling at her son and ex teasing her.

"Preparation first, bring enough supplies. Ha ha ha .." said Marwan adding the words of his wife.

Laras's face turned red, looking down embarrassed. Hearing the babbling of mama and papa-in-law.

"Early late? there's still an hour left too, don't like Grandma's rich tinsel at home." Obviously Ibra while checking her laptop bag.

"By the way, does the boss have a grandmother at home? what ... grandma Dian! ha ha ..." Zayn's laughter was so delicious.

Ibra hit Zayn on the shoulder. "indiscriminately. It'll sound like the guy, it can be berabe."

"Darling ...?" dian's voice from far away. Half ran over to Ibra. Behind him, the driver brought Ibra's suitcase. Directly Dian hugged and kissed Ibra's cheeks right and left.

"You're bad, huh? leave me early in the morning, only to meet your young wife" Dian grumbled.

"Wicked it, if I leave you in the wilderness. His name is evil" Ibra said in self-defense.

"What a difference, you stole my time," Dian felt annoyed from the morning that had not been lost.

"What difference does it make to a private room? just the same, not" said Ibra casually.

"Different, in your private room one roof with me. You ran off to m-'s wife"

"Darling, what do you want to do?" rahma's voice cuts off Dian and Ibra's conversation.

"Oh, yes Mah .. uh no, I'm busy in the office so I can't accompany Ibra." Got Rahma's mom a quick look.

"Oh .. Kirain Mama wants to come, accompany Ibra."

"No," Dian glanced towards Laras who was standing not far from where Ibra was standing.

Dian's hand hugged Ibra's hand, standing between Ibra and Laras. Baras was a little away and sat next to Rahma's mother.

Laras lowered his gaze, as Dian glanced at Ibra. He took his cell phone and played games.

Zayn took care of the papers for Ibra's needs at the counter, Ibra followed. "Any Boss? leave now."

"Ready," said Ibra while looking at the watch in his hand.

Then Ibra approached his family to say goodbye. "Ma, Pa. .. I'm leaving first." A moment to hug my father.

"Yes, careful. Mama and Papa also tomorrow the day after returning to the Netherlands," said Mr. Marwan.

"Be careful, baby, go home too. Kasian Laras there is no one," said Ms. Rahma slowly. Look inside the son.

"Yes, Ma. pray for it." Ibra nodded slowly and hugged her mother tightly.

Ibra turned to her angel who stood a distance of one meter. The first thing Ibra approached was Dian. "Darling, I'm leaving first." Hugging Dian's body, rubbing her back gently.

Then Ibra kissed Dian's head and forehead. Dian also returned the hug of your husband very tightly.

"Be careful, get home. I'm gonna miss you so much, "get her arms tight. Then kiss the cheek, the forehead. Ibra Lips. "Em .. kangen."

Again Laras lowered his head, not wanting to see the friendly scene. His heart was heating up, but he tried to smile. Especially when meeting the eyes of the in-laws and Zayn.

Ibra took off her hug on Dian, then approached Laras who was looking down deeply. "Hi, why?" murmured Ibra while holding both shoulders Laras and Laras replied with a coil.

Ibra hugged his wife, whispering. "I'm leaving first, huh? take good care of yourself. Take care of our baby. I'll be home soon."

Then Ibra's two hands framed Laras's face. "I miss you, well at home. Tomorrow the day after tomorrow mama and papa return to the Netherlands."

Laras' reply only nodded, his lips speechless, his saliva stuck in his throat. But his eyes glazed over as an expression of his feelings.

"Honey, I just went out of town, how sad? when I was abroad, it wasn't sad." Tempt Ibra while pinching the cheek of an anxious Laras.

The barrel pulling the tip of his lips showed a bitter smile. Back buried his face in Ibra's arms. Ibra sighed deeply, rubbed Laras' back and placed a chin on her head.

This is Ibra's first time and Laras has a full hug in a farewell atmosphere. "If dear like this, I will not go, let Zayn replace me go" said Ibra very softly and peeked at Laras' head.

Ibra's blind eyes moved to look at the family who was looking at him.

Especially Dian, he's pensive. It was very apparent that her husband was very fond of her honey, as well as Laras seemed very sincere, not Dian realized. A round of clear water bathed the corner of his eyes. Behind the anger, there is a sense of haru that controls his heart, it is selfish if he wants to separate the two. The seeds of love have sprouted in each other's hearts.

A sense of being present because of his own actions. Because of his actions they both became close and loved each other, Dian's heart melos. His eyes were increasingly misty white, glazed.

Ms. Rahma rubbed Dian's shoulder, after seeing her dejected attitude. "Why Honey?" Ibra will be back soon for the both of you, for all of us."

Dian. Throwing his breath out of his nose, then smiled faintly.

A movable barrel rubbed his cheek that drained tears, then broke away from Ibra's embrace. "Yes, go. Careful" said Laras, not daring to look into Ibra's eyes.

Ibra's gaze could not be separated from the face of the wife. Cup! again his warm kiss landed on the forehead and cheeks of the barrel, ending at ***** Barrel. Suddenly Laras closed his eyes, after which Ibra rushed off to carry his coat which he had opened. Zayn followed from behind.

Laras looked at the back of Ibra, who rushed to walk without looking back. Ibra's heart really feels heavy, first time to go abroad it feels not this heavy. Either because getting closer and bound or too much? I don't know.

Madam Rahma approached Laras, then grabbed her shoulder. "Honey yu's home? it's night already."

Laras turned his head with a sad look, then nodded and showed his smile even at a glance.

"My wonder, he just wanted to go out of town not abroad, not forever, but it felt like he wanted to go far and forever," said Dian, shaking his head.

Laras glanced with an expressionless look, then his gaze turned to the in-laws. "Yes, Ma. Pa. .. go home."

The look back on Dian. "Dian's sister isn't with us, she's coming home?"

"No, thank you. I brought my own car," said Dian while opening his bag somehow looking for what.

Baras and his two in-laws walked together. Heading for the car, while Dian was still in the back. Baras daydreaming I don't know what he's thinking? clearly his mind was not calm, his heart was restless.

Now they are in the car driven by Mr. Marwan. Dian's car in the back with the driver, with their respective goals.

Arriving at home, Laras immediately entered the room. Likewise, Mr. Marwan and his wife, feeling tired and sleepy had hit both eyes.

In the room, Laras first changed clothes with piayama. In his mind, when Ibra was with him, his speech was clearly heard in the ear. His behavior looms in the eyes, and his touch is clearly felt!

"Oh Allah .. Why me? astagfirullah," he said. His head shook, throwing away everything in his head.

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Once, Jodi was looking at a photo in her hand. Picture of a girl about 4 5 years old, hair on two cheeks funny cabby. Worrying.

He lay on the bed, with both hands under his head, looking far into the ceiling. "I have also sent my men to find your tracks, ah the same. It's no use." Snubbed annoyance.

Next day. Jodi went to the office, with a riled up heart. His mind is still juggling the search for someone who is the same at this moment he still has not found.

When noon came, Jodi moved out of her chair. For lunch, his footsteps rushed to his private car. But suddenly he undoes the intention of eating, not to a place to eat. But his car was headed for the home.

Blugh!

Zodi's car door closed. After arriving in front of the orphanage, immediately welcomed the super friendly home mom to Jodi.

"Eh, Son Jodi. Go in, Son." Invite the housewife to Jodi to enter the house.

"Yes, Mom. How are you?" Jodi hugged the home mom like she was to a mother.

"Okay, Son Jodi. Please sit?" I pointed to Kusri in the room.

"Thank you, Mom." Jodi sat down, the house mom pulled back to get a drink.

Natra Mata Jodi found a photo album stored under the table. Initially ordinary, there was absolutely no intention to take or open it.

But his eyes turned back and there was a desire to take and look at the contents. Jodi's hand took and he opened, he saw one after another pictures of the children of the orphanage from childhood to adulthood. When he found the picture that took his eyes.

"Son Jodi, please have a drink." the house mom served a glass of tea water and did not miss the snack cake as well.

"Oh, yes, thank you." Jodi replied while closing the album. It keeps it back where it was.

"Children still in school, Mom?" jodi asked, her eyes sweeping the quiet surrounding room.

"Yes, that's why it's quiet. Does Jodi not work?" search bu panti.

"I'm from the office, just now. What if tomorrow, after school we take them for a walk to the beach?" gulan Jodi looked at the nursing home with a deep look.

"That's .. great idea, Son Jodi. They must have liked it. They must like it." The house welcomes Jodi's proposal.

Jodi looked happy, then took his drinking glass. "Mom, I'm actually looking for a young woman who was once in a parlour. Her name is Lala, maybe I can help, or I know."

"Later it's a lot, Nak Jodi .. must be difficult to find someone, it's not easy. Moreover, there is no data at all," he said bu panti with a soft look.

"I have a picture of her Mom, I'll show you a minute." Jodi reached into her pocket, took her purse to take the photo she wanted to show the housewife.

But his phone, it rings. Of course the intention to take photos becomes obsolete. Mom's gonna pick up the phone for a second." Jodi moves and scrolls through the screen of his phone and then presses the ijo icon.

"Okay, let me come again" Jodi said on the phone. Then he closed back.

"Mom, sorry? I go home first, there's important business in the office." Pamit Jodi on mom's parlour.

"Well, what's the rush?" ma'am home astonishment.

"Tomorrow, I'm here again to pick you all up." Jodi rushed to his car. The one before shook hands with the house mom.

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The residence of Laras. He was preparing to take the in-laws to the airport. It's been two days Ibra in Balikpapan, making Laras feel like he misses him. By reason of busy Ibra was the most night, briefly vc with Laras.

Barrel moved and left his room. "Would you like to come?" ask Baras when crossing Susi who is ironing.

"No ah, Susi's work is still a lot. Let's just say when I get home tomorrow, there's no more work" he said.

"Oh, okay. I'm going to go first, Ma ... Pa ...?" call Baras.

"Yes, honey. You're not pa-pa, are you? we left!" asked Rahma who had just emerged from the room tote her bag.

"No, Ma .. Don't worry, I can take care of myself." Replied Laras while showing her sweet smile.

"Sus, you go home not long. Kasian Young mistress herself at home," said Rahma to Susi.

"At least one two days, big lady. Susi's coming home, it won't be long," said Susi glanced at him for a moment.

"Can't you, get back home? later if Ibra has come home." added Mr. Marwan to Susi.

Susi fell silent. "This is Susi's mother's request, sir. He misses Susi, for almost a year Susi has not come home." replied with a little.

"Oh, yeah no pa-pa then. Let's just say, after all there is Rika's mother who replaced Susi here," said Rahma's mother. Then glanced towards Laras.

"Yes, don't pa-pa kok Susi you must miss too, right? same with your family. I'll be fine." Baras painted his smile.

Then the three of them entered the car. "Papa's got the car."

Laras nodded while pulling his lips in a smile. After everyone wears their seat belts. The car is traveling at medium speed.

The view of the Barrel through the window. The atmosphere is silent unless the sound of a smooth car engine is heard in the ears. Mr. Marwan focus on the steering wheel, Rahma also daydreams whether to think about what?

"Yes, honey. Later if the lahiran want to cesarean or normal baby?" mama asked Rahma to break the silence.

Laras turned his head, before answering he took a rough breath from his nose. "It's normal, Ma. But ... he wants Abang sesar aja, but how good aja deh Ma," said Laras and returned to see the streets are quite crowded.

"Love parallels, right? same brother," investigate mama-in-law.

At once Laras turned his head with a look of wonder. "Why did Mama ask that?"

"No, Mama wants to know. Actually the barrel of love is not the same as Mama's son? love her." Connect mom Rahma.

Laras. His hands were clinging to each other, a cold lightness was coming out from his palms. His lips are hard to move.

"Mama .. It is impossible that Laras released our son with a heavy heart, if he did not love Ibra. Is that right, baby?" Glanced at Laras who looked down in shame.

"Ah, Papa just answer me. Let Laras answer, Papa messed up, Mama wants to hear from her mouth Laras own Papa Marwan .." said Rahma with a fierce tone with her husband.

"Dear mom .. Our ghost doesn't want to answer. So Papa helped answer!" say Mr. Marwan by staying focused on driving.

Netra eyes Laras move to see the mother and father-in-law alternately. But not a word he said, as an expression.

"Ah, Papa's not cool!" said Rahma's mother while leaning her back. To the seat backrest.

Marwan chuckled too. Felt funny, saw the wife pouting. Not long after, finally arrived at the place they were headed. They got off and put the car in the parking lot.

The three walked into the airport to the counter first. It appeared at the airport that someone was waiting and waving at the three of them ....

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