Marriage Contract Letter

Traomas

The atmosphere at the airport looked boisterous, many people were irregular. The flight attendants and flight attendants were busy trying to calm down, guiding the passengers out in order.

Baras was so shocked after the incident, where the plane leg slipped due to slippery runway because in the rain. Until now the rain is still pouring down the runway.

Ibra opened her suit, she put it on Laras' body. Then carrying his body from the plane to the airport area splitting the increasingly heavy rain.

Ibra deliberately distanced itself from other passengers who seemed to still feel the remnants of panic, fear. The anger that covers each other's hearts.

Zayn, who had been on standby at the airport, welcomed Ibra's arrival, with Zayn swiftly providing a warm drink.

Finished taking care of everything. Zayn brought Ibra's suitcase, while Ibra carried Laras bridal style, he still could not be asked, he was still shocked and frightened.

"If the boss is tired, let me bring the young lady" Zayn said.

"No-no, no need. Thanks." Thanks." Ibra replied, Laras' hand embracing Ibra's shoulder is very strong. His face was pale.

"Don't be afraid. We're safe, baby, and we're going home" Ibra said softly and stopped her steps for a moment.

Laras moved his eyes and nodded slowly and then infiltrated the husband's neck.

Now that the three of them were in the car, Ibra never took off her grip. From Laras' hands, pulling his head into an embrace.

"I'm afraid" he muttered Laras as he wiped his tears.

"We're safe baby, don't worry anymore" Ibra said softly.

The barrel can control itself again. He looked up, looking at Ibra's face. Her hair was thin, exposed to the rain earlier. Baras' hand rubbed Ibra's wet hair.

"Your hair is wet," murmured Laras while wagging her to dry quickly.

Ibra looked at him. "I'm fine, you also got raining earlier. Your head's wet too, baby."

The barrel felt his head which was indeed a wet veil. But not as wet as Ibra's hair.

The car that sped towards the house Laras. Almost half of them reached their destination, and suddenly went hand in hand with Dian's car.

Pajo ....

Pajo ....

The sound of Dian's car horn, Zayn opened the window. Ibra and Laras turned to the side where Dian's car and Ibra's car were side by side.

"Where are you going?" look at Zayn with Dian.

Dian replied with a smile. And keep driving his car following the car carrying Ibra and Laras.

Not long on the road. The car went into the yard that Rika already stood there. It just so happens that Susi has not returned because her mother is sick, so Bu Rika who replaced Susi in the house of Laras.

Ibra went down first and opened the door for Laras. "Do I need to carry any more, baby?" ibra's head bowed.

"No, let me walk. Kasian you're tired." said Laras as he set foot on the floor.

"Young Madam's night?" hapa bu Rika nodded respectfully.

"Also, Miss Rika ... Susi hasn't come back yet?" looking at mom Rika.

"Yet, his mother wasn't well." Answer mom Rika.

"Oh, let it be then." Laras nodded.

Ibra closed the car door, and then led Laras' hand in bringing him into the house.

Dian and Zayn followed behind. Zayn gave Rika's suitcase to take her inside.

"It's Mr and Madam's?" look at Rika's mom on Zayn.

"Yes, Mom can't be mine, I'm not from anywhere, anyway" Zayn said as he stepped into the house.

Bu Rika mesem and tailed in the back pulling Ibra's suitcase.

Barrels directly into the room with the reason his head is dizzy. While Ibra in the family room near Dian and Zayn.

Dian hugged Ibra. "I miss ... long time ago you were there?"

Ibra kissed Dian's forehead and returned her embrace. "The money is just running, not going for a walk or having fun. As you've alleged!"

Dian flicked her lips while tightening her embrace. "Yes, I believe. You're coming with me back to the Missions, aren't you?"

Ibra took off Dian's embrace, then looked at her fixedly. "Tomorrow I'll go there, Kasian Laras was in total shock with the incident at the airport and I was tired too. Oya Zayn, I've sent everything by email. Ibra sat down on the sofa and was followed by Dian, the woman wearing this short brown dress looking beautiful with the sleeveless dress.

"Okay, I'll check" Zayn said. Bu Rika serves a warm drink for all three.

"Mom, make a ginger drink barrel huh? take it to the room." Tell Ibra to Rika's mom.

"Good, Sir."

"But .. baby, I'm here to pick you up!" said Dian while hugging Ibra's arm.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave him at this time. Please understand!" ibra said with a pleading gaze.

Dian swallowed his saliva. For a moment she was silent and returned the gaze of her husband, Ibra. "Okay, I go home first." Dian's hands held Ibra's face, she landed a kiss on her forehead, right left cheek, nose and lastly on Ibra's lips.

Zayn was wrong to see it. He occasionally threw a sideways look.

Dian stood up and pulled Ibra's hand to take her to the terrace. The second step towards the terrace. With hands clinging to each other, arriving near the car. Dian re-inflated**** Ibra is very soft. Her legs tiptoed to at least parallel Ibra, her hands hugging her husband's neck.

Ibra just shut up and resigned. With what Dian did, Dian hugged that sturdy body very tightly. "Kange. I miss you. Miss your embrace, your touch. Flirtation from you. I miss." Dian looked up to caress Ibra's slightly downy cheeks.

"Yes, be careful, the road is slippery. Tomorrow from the office I go home to the Missions!" said Ibra, his hand pulled the car door handle.

Dian came in. "Yes, tomorrow?"

"Yes, honey. Until tomorrow we meet at the Missions" Ibra said softly and closed the door.

"OKAY. See you tomorrow, baby." Dian waved at Ibra. Both of her hands turned the steering wheel out of the Barrel yard.

"Nurp ..." Ibra was throwing her breath rough. After Dian's car disappeared from sight, Ibra rushed in.

Zayn is nowhere to be. "Where is he?" murmured Ibra, step Ibra further into the kitchen. Apparently he was sitting and eating voraciously.

"Eating Boss. Let's eat? get your wife to eat." Zayn's voice was chewing on it.

"Paste your food in the mouth." Ibra left Zayn at the diner. He quickly went to the room to see Laras.

Now Ibra closed the door and approached Laras who was lying on the bed. "Darling?" call Ibra after being near Laras, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hem," murmured Laras opened his eyes. "Want a warm bath?" laras asked while waking up, looking at Ibra who looked tired.

"Have you taken a shower?" stroking the cheek very gently.

"Have a shower, huh? I prepared the warm water," said Laras, shaking the blanket down.

"Once praying?" ask Ibra again.

"That was." Netra's eyes Laras stared at the two beads of Ibra's eyes. "You look so tired."

ibra's face drew closer to Laras's. But Laras avoids, I will prepare warm water first. The barrel rushed to the bathroom despite Ibra preventing it. Ibra's hand rattled her hair in annoyance.

Then Ibra followed Laras to the bathroom. Soaking in the bahthub that already contains warm water and therapeutic aroma, his favorite.

Baras returned to the room to prepare a change of clothes for Ibra. Pajama suit for her, then sit on the edge of the bed.

Back to the picture, the incident was on the plane. "Yes, Allah .. if only it had happened. I don't know what's gonna happen to me and the others." Laras wastes his breath rough.

"Alhamdulillah thou shalt still protect us O Allah .." Inwardly Laras dangled his legs down.

Brugh!

Ibra closed the bathroom door. Walking bare-chested, the towel is wrapped around the lower waist so that only a few inches of distance covers the core area. Made Laras swallow his saliva many times.

Then bow his head deeply. Throw his eyes out anywhere. "Don't forget to pray first."

Ibra briefly saw the wife who looked down. Then put on her clothes, continue to wear perfume until the fragrance fills the room space.

Continue to hold a cool and wear sarongs and peci. Then perform the prayer of Isya with khusuk.

Laras was fascinated to see it. Somehow like to see it, so he messem-mesem made it.

Barrel gasped, suddenly Ibra was standing in front of him. "A-Abang. Su-is done?" sound Intermittent barrel.

Ibra sat nearby with a meaningful look. "It's dong baby."

"Yes, already. We'll eat yu hungry." Connect Baras. Take a meal.

"Yes, in a moment," she muttered Ibra with a sweet smile.

Ibra repeated her intention before taking the bath that Laras refused. Surely this time it would work, he brought his face closer to the face of Laras which he raised with his finger.

Then he gave no more cue he put his second lip, Ibra's hand held the nape of Laras so as not to move a little. Ibra ******** very gently, and arouse desire. Then it is********full of passion.

"Abang, isn't there Zayn outside?" the sound of the barrel is heavy and very slow, which is barely heard.

"Let it be, he was eating at the dinner table" Ibra said half a whisper ....

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Happy new year 2022. May the coming year bring a thousand surprises for all of us. Come where dong supports.