Marriage Contract Letter

Made to cry

How surprised Rahma, Laras and Mr. Marwan. When I saw Ibra sitting waving her hands and Zayn smiling at her.

Laras glanced at Mr. Marwan and Ms. Rahma alternately. "Pa, Ma ... Why brother?" Laras wonder why Ibra is at the airport? he is in Balikpapan.

Both of them just raise each other's shoulders to not understand him. What did the son mean was that his puppet was there, they rushed over to the two.

Still two meters away also Ibra stood up and welcomed the arrival of the step of the wife, and Ibra immediately embraced Laras with a very friendly. Shedding longing that some days are stored blocked by distance and time.

"Why is my brother here?" ask Laras with her her. "Is the business there done?"

"Not yet" murmured Ibra while still hugging tightly the wife did not want him to escape even for a second.

Laras also returned Ibra's embrace, some days he felt heavy longing for the figure of the man who has two wives. At this time he can pour it out as well.

"Darling with my brother to Balikpapan, huh?" he said Ibra with a soft word.

"Huh?"

"Abang, it'll be longer there. While you're alone at home."

Barrel came out of Ibra's arms and looked up. "There's Susi or Miss Rika, besides I'm used to myself too, oh God .. I used to be alone." Laras looked at her husband.

Ibra returned Laras' gaze so deeply, her finger rubbing Laras' cheek gently. "Honey don't want to, follow Brother and accompany Brother?" ibra's voice was slow.

The barrel swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Biting his lower lip, both of his eyes stared fixedly at the netra of Ibra's eyes. As if searching for the truth there, did he really want it?

Ibra nodded her head, to convince Laras' heart. To go with him.

"But ... Dian?" laras's Mumbles. Worried-faced.

"Dian knows, if you I'll pick him up. Want huh?" ibra said expectantly.

Laras turned his head towards his in-laws who gave a smile. And support by nodding his head.

Laras's gaze returned to Ibra saying. "Yes." Yeah."

Ibra was very happy, her smile was growing. Then closer to the mother and father. "Pa, Mama. I accidentally picked up Laras, because I'd probably be longer in Balikpapan. Dian also knew that Laras would be picked up right now."

"That's better, baby" she hugged Ibra, "Take him!"

"Yes, Mah."

"Honey, Mama's daughter-in-law went with your husband to Balikpapan. So that he can take care of you and pay attention to you," she said Rahma to Laras while rubbing Laras' shoulder very gently. "Blessed be there."

Again Laras nodded with a big smile.

"Well, Mah .. What did Papa say? our daughter-in-law is very in love with our only child, so. Let's see his face so radiant, his eyes sparkling. That's a sign that he is very happy with our son." said Mr. Marwan to the wife.

Baras blushed in embarrassment, and lowered his head deeply.

"Yes, Pa. Mama knows it too." Said bu Rahma.

Ibra was smiling happily, finally Ibra flew back with her angel to Balikpapan, while Rahma and her husband returned to the Netherlands. Zayn at the airport waved at the two couples.

Inside the plane, Laras was feeling restless and riled up. However this was the first time he had boarded a plane, his face pale with fear. Especially when looking down, occasionally closing his eyes. His heart rate was very irregular, beating more than normal. His hand held Ibra's hand firmly.

Seeing Laras like that, Ibra smiled and strengthened his wife. "Relax baby, I'm here with you."

Baras looked over, his face was so pale. His eyes are so teary. "I'm scared" he said very softly.

"Don't be afraid, just pray that the journey will be smooth hem." Ibra kept his wife calm.

Laras fell silent while praying in his heart, may he be given salvation on this journey. The other hand rubbed his stomach.

Ibra rubbed the head of Laras wrapped in the veil. "Don't worry."

"I don't bring clothes, people don't prepare." Laras glanced at Ibra.

"That, easy. Can buy, anyways we are there, especially you stay a lot in the hotel. I'm busy at the office, okay?" squeezing the fingers Laras.

The reply Laras was just a nod. Then closed both of her eyes.

Some time later, the plane landed safely at its destination. Finally, the face of Laras who was originally pale now gradually reverberated because it had gone through stressful times for him.

While in the taxi, Laras fell asleep. Until until the hotel was still sound Laras, because he did not want his sleep disturbed. Abra also took the initiative himself, he carried Laras body to the hotel room!.

Ibra slowly laid his wife's body on her bed. He looked very fixed, stroked his cheek and kissed it softly. "I live first baby, bobo here." cuph! a warm kiss landed on the forehead of the person who was still sleeping.

Ibra took her steps leaving Laras on the bed, which had previously enveloped him first. Slowly he closed the door. Ibra left with the purpose of office.

Maybe too tired felt by Laras, until he really slept well until the afternoon arrived.

When I opened my eyes a little, where was Baras shocked? as if he was in a taxi. Why was it now in a luxurious room, its eyes widened. Remembering again. His memory arrived at the taxi.

Waving the blankets, going down to set foot on the floor. His gaze swept throughout the room, a room that was quite luxurious for Laras.

Put his feet near the window. Opening the balcony door, Laras stretched out his hands and breathed air there.

"Astagfirullah .. is it afternoon, what time is it?" mumbles Baras. Hurry to go to the room and want to take water wudu.

Before entering the bathroom, Laras was stunned. "How'd it go? no mukena, no cloth or clothes, ah what? patting forehead.

Ting! ting!

The voice of a short message, Laras immediately approached and took the bag that had his cellphone there. He opened the screen and opened a message from Ibra containing the words.

Ibra: "Darling, are you awake yet? soon there will be someone delivering your needs."

Baras: "I want to pray but there is no face!"

Ibra: "So, take it easy, just wait a minute for the guy to come."

Barrel: "OKAY. Thanks!"

Laras immediately took the water wudu. then he sat for a while on the sofa waiting for the person who brought all his needs.

A relatively short time lapse, the door knocked from the outside and Laras rushed to open it. Sure enough there were people toting some paper bags, standing in front of the door.

"With Mother Larasati?"

"Yes Bang." Laras nodded.

"Yes me."

"Oh, this is yours," he said while giving a paper bag with his friendliness.

"Oh, yes thank you, Bang." Barrel took those things.

The man nodded and passed. Laras shut the door again. Then rush in and open the contents of the paper bag.

Apparently a prayer tool, a change of clothes for Laras including pajamas and do not miss his underwear. And then immediately carry out his duties as a Muslim.

"Don't you eat yet?" looking at her husband sitting on the couch holding a laptop.

"Hem, I'll just go on again" he muttered with his eyes focused on the laptop screen.

Laras was upset, had told Ibra many times to eat. But the answer was always the same, then Laras took a plate of food and he approached Ibra, then fed Ibra to want to eat. "You'll be sick, you know?" netra Eyes Laras glazed.

Ibra just opened her mouth every bribe barrel. The eyes stay focused on the screen and fingers skillfully play the laptop keyboard board.

While feeding Ibra, Laras occasionally rubbed his eyes that kept coming out clear water and his eyes felt hot. Ibra looked up, looking at him for a moment. I was surprised because Laras was crying.

"Kok nangis, why hem?" rubbed the corner of his eyes.

"I'm sorry!"

Ibra frowned. "I'm sorry why?" a very light question.

"I regret why? how I'm not upset try, told to eat just hard not to play. Especially when you cook first!" grumbling Laras, his heart was completely irritated this time.

Ibra shifted her seat. His finger rubbed the wet cheek of Laras. "Darling ... Now you know, right? as busy as I am here. That's why I rarely give you news-"

"I don't want that!" ketus Laras slightly advanced his lips.

Ibra smiled funny. "Don't sulk ah, later beautiful. Thank you for accompanying me here?" netra his eyes looked at Laras who was back to feed him.

Laras nodded. Giving Ibra a drink that the meal is done, cleaning the food container and washing it in the sink.

Then sat back near Ibra who was kept busy with his laptop.

"Honey, bobo first. I'll be next!" he said Ibra was so good.

Both eyes Laras observed the husband, who only this time he saw so busy.helaan Laras breathing so heavy, until finally did not feel barrel to sleep on the sofa next to Ibra.

Ibra. Seeing his wife asleep on the couch next to him sitting down, he closed his laptop. Coincidentally the time already showed at 10 p.m.

Ibra bowed her body, carrying the body of the wife. Move it to bed. "Ngeyel, told to go to bed first as well." murmured Ibra.

The barrel laid her on top of the bed. He also lay down beside his wife, pulling a blanket to cover his body. He looked at the face of Laras yeng was already slumbering, his finger removed the child's hair that blocked his forehead.

Cup! Ibra landed a warm kiss on the wife's forehead and cheeks. Then down to his stomach. "How are you, baby?good yes healthy there, later we play together," kissed the stomach Laras many times. So tired, Ibra did not need time to pick up her dream. Both eyes can not be literate anymore.

Such was the daily life of Ibra while in Balikpapan. Boro-boro taking a walk wife, having fun. Fondling the wife or giving her duty as a husband is not, there is also. The barrel is often made cry. Ibra often neglects her own health.

Today ... The eighth day Ibra is in Balikpapan, and all the work of Ibra is done. Ibra was getting ready to go home, Laras was packing Ibra's belongings and some of her own.

"You want to go for a walk first, do you want to go home?" ibra asked as she tidied up her clothes.

"Go home," said Laras, he did not want to go anywhere but to go home. Tired of heart here too, seeing Ibra too busy.

"I'm sorry baby, if I've been too busy here." Ibra embraces the body of the wife. "Try saying. What do you want now?"

"You go home," said Soluble quickly.

"Related?" ibra's eyes were very fixed and contained a desire.

Laras nodded. "Yes, home. Especially?" staring within.

"No. .. This is first?" ibra asked, his lips grinning.The back of a finger stroking the cheek of Laras.

"What? don't understand! grinning that way," The barrel of the mesem and shook his head.

"This is it." Patting the mattress while sleeping.

"Ih, what the hell .. I don't understand?" I was smiling shyly.

Ibra got up and sat down cross-legged in front of his wife. "Don't you understand?"

Laras. "No."

"Uuh .." grunted Ibra annoyed.pulling Laras' hand to get closer. He took her into a hug. "Wouldn't make me happy, eh .. I mean don't want to? we did it."

"What option? do what, obviously dong," said Laras while grinning and pretending not to understand.

Ibra clenched Laras' body very tightly, kissing the tip of his head. Smells her hair. "As long as in Balikpapan we've never done it, never been on a honeymoon. I haven't seen our baby for a long time."

Lips Laras smiled widely hearing it. His heart deg gan increasingly jump, especially now Ibra is increasingly intense with subtle touches that are ready to raise his libido. Or a passion for doing something more.

Ibra is getting violent. Increasingly intensify his attacks, making Laras increasingly resigned. Ibra's passion is so high, understand it usually also every day doing his personal ritual. But it has not been this week at all, his junior is completely contrived to fast. Because he was so busy with work.

Ibra's body locks the body Laras who stares softly at him. slowly Ibra's hand takes off all the coverings of beauty in Laras, so that everything appears.

Ibra's breathing was increasingly hunting, his voice was getting heavier. his overflowing libido, could no longer withstand his high desires.

Currently the two are enjoying the ritual, a ritual that this week is interrupted by busyness. The sweat of the two was pouring out, the breath in his chest was up and down and hissing sounds were adding to the passion of the two.

"U-already, we'll be late." The heavy sound of Laras in between the games that Ibra did.

Ibra did not grant. Even more fun, enjoy it. Until he was completely satisfied, sweat flooded his body.

Time keeps turning fast. Now both of them are clean and ready to go to the airport, finally returning to Jakarta.

At the airport, waiting for a flight. Both of them foraging first, the stomach is already on demo from the hotel as well. "What do you want to eat, baby?"

"Eat you" said Laras, looking around.

"What dear?" ibra asked while putting up her ear. "Not wrong, that was it. Not satisfied what? stay at home again okay!"

"Huh? whatt. I mean, you eat it at all! what the hell is that talking?" errat Laras blushed in shame.

"Oh, that's .. by the way, dear dong!" said Ibra while tidying up the Laras veil.

"You're the one whose mind is glaring!" sahut Laras back. The food came, Ibra and Laras ate very greedily. The stomach that had been rumbling was finally filled as well.

"Well, baby while at the hotel never came out, I didn't have time to take you on the road. Sorry huh? it makes you saturated," said Ibra in between eating.

Before answering, Laras spent the food in his mouth. "No pa-pa, anyways I'm scared. Later Dian thought we had fun here, so yes, where we had a walk or fun!" Baras raises both his shoulders.

"Yes, baby." Ibra put a spoon in her mouth.

They also spent the meal, ending with a juice drink. Then the two returned to their original places, waiting for the flight.

After waiting some time. Finally the plane they were on departed as well, Laras mouth komat kamit reciting prayer. His heart rumbled, his feelings unbecoming.

His face had already begun to show anxiety, coincidentally the weather was less supportive. The sky was crying and lightning was showing its light, as if snatching around it ....

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