Marriage Contract Letter

Fevers

"But we haven't eaten yet." Connect Baras. Both of his elbows held the weight of his body that Ibra pushed onto the mattress.

"Yes, we'll eat. Take care of this first." Pointing something underneath.

Laras. "I'm hungry!"

"Darling. How's it?" sul Ibra is upset.

"Au, ah, this morning already." Reply Laras while taking his veil.

Ibra blocked the steps of Laras who was about to open the door. "Wait baby?"

"What?" Laras stopped his steps and looked inside the husband.

"Let's dong dear ... just a moment," he asked full of requests.

Netra eyes Laras moved to see something that slightly burst out. He could no longer hold his smile. "Hi hi hi hi .. Why are you? outside there is Zayn who may be waiting for you, his style asks to play for a while. Where's there enough for a minute? That brother, yes, can't be a moment. Lazy ah."

"Ck, uh. Honey ... not strong," without cue, Ibra hugged the body of the wife. He spiced it back, but Laras still chuckled.

"I'm hungry, eat yu first?" gently bring the Barrel. Swiping the chest of her husband's field, Ibra.

Finally Ibra sighed harshly and resentfully. "We should eat first. But it hurts!"

The barrel shows the lips that he pulls to the side. "Hem," both of them out of the room, Ibra's hand embracing Laras' waist.

Zayn sat on the couch still faithfully waiting for his Boss to come out. After Ibra came with his wife, Zayn stood up and approached the boss. "I'll go home first. Tomorrow I'll pick you up" said Zayn.

"OK," said Ibra, nodding slowly. His heart was relieved that Zayn had finally come home too, he would be free to do anything with Laras.

"Em, have you eaten yet?" ask Baras to Zayn.

"Already, young lady. I'll take care of it." Zayn passed away from the house of Laras.

After Zayn returned, Ibra invited Laras to eat. His stomach was rumbling, asking for food rations.

Ibra pulled a chair for her, who took a plate for her.

"What does it eat?" Laras glanced at the somewhat dumbass husband.

"Ha, not a lot, anything can be. Somehow his head is a little dizzy, whether dizzy resisting desire or what? my face is hot too.

Ibra immediately devoured the food that Laras fed. So did Laras, eat voraciously.

Occasionally I saw a rather pale Ibra. And immediately finish eating by drinking a glass of water. "Will you go?"

"No, enough! he was full" he replied with a smile. His hand rubbed the wife's cheek. "I'm waiting in the room, right? dear."

"Yes," the netra of Laras's eyes moved as Ibra left for the first room.

Then Laras turned his eyes to Rika's mother. "Mom, have you eaten?"

"Here you go, young lady." Nodding respectfully. "Where to stay in Balikpapan. What's fun?"

"Em .. what's fun, ma'am. There the master is extra busy. Let alone walk me or whatever, there is also .. he often forgets about his own health," said Laras while propping his chin with his left hand.

"Oh, so busy, huh?"

"Hem ... often forgets to eat, try to see his body is a bit thin so. I have to force it first, have to cry first. Just wanted to eat." Continue Baras again.

"Yes, should you cry first? that's all, sir. It used to be that the master was rich to the point of being sick for days!" said Ms. Rika while cleaning the dining table, it happened that Laras was finished.

"Ha .. Did you ever get sick? what yes," search Laras staring at Rika's mom.

"Ever dong, well that's if he's negligent. Less to maintain his health." Add to Rika's.

"He he he. I don't think people like him ever get sick! it can hurt too?" mumbles Baras.

Bu Rika shook her head hearing Laras mutter, continuing to clean the dishes. In order not to stack dirty furniture.

Baras gasped, as he remembered that Ibra was waiting for him. "Mom me first, huh?" hurried to take his steps to the room.

The barrel closes the door again and does not forget to lock it. Ibra was already lying on the bed. Wrapped in a thick blanket patterned with flowers.

The steps slowly approached. Netra's eyes found Ibra's upper pajamas lying on the edge of the bed.

Ibra was bare-chested, feeling hot and sultry. That's why he took off the top shirt. But after it felt so cold that his body shivered, he finally wrapped a blanket on his body.

Barrel pulled Ibra's blanket slightly, which was closing his eyes. "Abang ..." call Laras shirih.

Ibra squinted her eyes and then fell back. "Hem ...."

Barrels, crawling up the bed. Get inside Ibra's blanket, but how surprised Laras. There was a hot air from Ibra's body.

That was lying, Laras changed the position to sit and put the back of the hand under the ear Ibra. "Yes Allah ... Hot brother!"

"My head is dizzy. My body is cold, baby" he murmured.

"With a fever, call the doctor?" Baras looked worriedly. His hand was held by Ibra who felt very hot.

"No, tomorrow will be well." Mumbled again.

The barrel rushed to pick up a small towel in the bathroom. He wet it to compress his forehead. Then out of the room approached Rika's mom.

"Mom, Miss Rika .. is there a cure? master fever!" with his anxious voice.

"What, sir fever?"

"Yes, Mom, it's hot. Shivered. Or call a doctor?" the sound of the barrel returned full to worry.

"Separ Madam. I call your personal doctor, sir" Rika immediately called Ibra's personal doctor.

"It's me, tell me to come here, ma'am." Bu Rika kept her phone.

Laras nodded then returned to the room. He approached Ibra who remained shivering, Laras confirmed his blanket to wrap perfectly.

"Hug me dear, give me warmth. I was cold" he asked, Ibra's lips and chin shaking so shivering.

The barrel immediately hugged Ibra's body very tightly. His eyes were glazed over, unable to see Ibra like that. "Don't get sick!" put his cheek on Ibra's chest.

"Yes, God. I'm the one who's sick, not him. I can't bear even if he just has this fever," she muttered Laras sobbing.

Ibra hugged Laras' body very tightly as if seeking warmth from Laras' body. Even though he closed his eyes. It searches for ***** Adjustable, yes kiss and it***roughly. He really needed warmth right now. Then Ibra hugged the blanket back and shivered again.

"Madam, the doctor came," cried Rika, knocking on the door many times.

Laras stared at Ibra while tidying his clothes. Get down, walk near the door.

Blake it!

Barrel opened the door, a male doctor and Rika stood in front of the door. "Please come in." Said Laras while pointing inside.

Doctor nodded. Then immediately check the body temperature of Ibra who was having a high fever.

"Where's doc? what needs to be treated intensively," inquired Laras with concern.

"That's it doc?" The barrel is a little quiet.

"Good care. The heat will quickly go down." The doctor made a prescription for the drug at the pharmacy. "Or try this first. Pity, if after being given this drink, it still has not come down as well. Just give me the medicine in my prescription."

"Oh, thanks doc?" laras said while taking the recipe paper.

Medication from the doctor directly Laras take it on Ibra. In the hope that Ibra will recover.

Then the doctor came home. In between by Rika's mom to the front, Laras closes and locks the room door. He came back to Ibra, who had begun to fall asleep.

Overnight Laras awake, a fraction of the time Laras replaced the compress on Ibra's forehead. Occasionally check his body temperature which gradually drops in heat.

Early in the morning Ibra woke up, her body felt sultry. Sweat came out, squinting at the sleeping Laras. While leaning against the shoulder of the bed, wearing a mukena maybe he finished his morning prayers.

Ibra's eyes moved towards the window, looking dimly lit in the morning light. Groping his forehead which is still attached to the compress.

Ibra sat parallel to his wife. "Honey. Sorry huh? all night I've been troubling you." Ibra muttered while rubbing the head of Laras.

Then Ibra changed the sleeping position Baras to lying down. "What a fuck my wife!"

Then Ibra laid himself back beside the sleeping wife. Ibra slept by hugging Laras' body and rubbing her stomach.

Around ten o'clock. Barrel woke up, his eyes glancing towards Ibra who was sleeping sideways facing him. Hand coiled around waist.

"It seems like it's getting hot, Alhamdulillah." Mumbles Barrel after attaching the back of the hand to Ibra's temple and neck.

The barrel went down to the floor. To open the curtains. "Masya Allah .. It's 10 noon. I overslept."

When he stepped, Ibra's hand caught Laras' wrist. "Dear." Then suddenly get up and sit down. Hands still holding the wife's hand.

"Hem, what's wrong? thank God your fever has gone down. Last night I was worried, worried your heat was so high." Baras sat back next to Ibra.

Jemari Laras stroked her husband's hair very gently and lovingly. Netra Ibra's eyes fixed staring at the face of Laras who always seemed sincere in serving him. "Thank you dear. Thanks for taking care of me!"

"Thank you? I'm not your wife, so it's not my duty to take care of you. If Susi or Miss Rika takes care of you then, thank you." Down his eyebrows.

"Yes, honey .. I know that." In a very clean way. Ibra squeezes the fingers of Laras and then he kisses her with affection.

"OKAY. I'm gonna grab some breakfast, or I'm gonna make some white porridge or some Ijo beans. Wanna?" looking at the husband.

"May, but if make it bother dear. You're tired, especially last night of sleep deprivation. Tell Rika's mom to buy or make it up to you." Ibra's hand was still reluctant to let go of Laras' fingers.

"Yes, I've met Rika's mom first" said Laras.

"Yes," said Ibra nodding while showing her faint smile

Baras smiled too. Shift your eyes to the hand that is still in your grasp. "Hand off. I can't go."

"Oh, are you sorry, baby?" a cuph! before you get kicked in the kiss first. "You haven't had breakfast either, have you?"

"Yes," Laras replied as he nodded. Then continued his intention to go to the kitchen, and previously approached and opened the curtains. "It's noon, baby."

Ibra lay back. This time, however, she lowered her blanket to cover her chest. "Feelings last night not wearing clothes," observed his body wearing pajamas.

The barrel rushed at his steps. Towards the kitchen.

"Mrs, how are you doing, sir?" search for Rika.

"It's a little bit quiet, Mom. Alhamdulillahot. Want to find breakfast porridge," said Laras standing near the dining table.

" Oh, thank goodness it's down. Oya, Mistress. I have made white porridge. I'll prepare for a moment." Bu Rika took the bowl and poured white porridge.

"Ih, I was gonna tell you to buy it. But ... If you have, thank you, Mom?"

"Yes, Madam. It's my duty, oya this morning Mr. Zayn came to pick up master. But since I said that the master had a fever and the young Madam must have been exhausted from taking care of the master, so she set off again. After breakfast."

"Yes, I fell asleep this morning, Mom. After praying I just woke up just now. Yes I've given you breakfast first."

"But. Madam hasn't had breakfast either, I'll take her to the room?" said Miss Rika while preparing a meal for Laras.

Barrels carry porridge for Ibra. He brought it on the bed. "Wake up, Brother ... breakfast first huh?"

Ibra got up, sat back down.

Then Laras fed painstakingly. "After breakfast, I wipe his body so it does not stick. Then change clothes."

Ms. Rika stood in front of the door that opened a little, deliberately Laras did not close because of her memory, Rika will come to bring her breakfast.

"It's breakfast for Madam," Rika's mom kept at the table.

"Thank you, Mom?" laras. Glancing towards bu Rika.

"Yes, equally! how are you feeling better?" asked Rika to look at the employer.

"No, lighten the power, ma'am." Ibra replied in between her chewing.

"Did Zayn get here?" ask Ibra.

"Yes, Sir. After knowing Mr. had a fever, he left." Reply to Rika while nodding.

"Oh," Then Ibra again circulated his gaze to the wife who was ready to bribe him again.

"Add no more, the porridge?" ask Laras after filling the ludes bowl.

"Enough, now it is your turn to eat" Ibra ordered, sipping a drink.

Ibra's former breakfast, Miss Rika take it to the kitchen. After crossing the door, do not forget to close the door of the room.

Now it is the turn of the breakfast barracks very greedily. "Not bathed, not yet duha either." lamented Laras in the heart.

After eating, Laras rushed to prepare a change of clothes for Ibra. Taking water in a dipper and a small towel to make her body cloth the husband.

During, the whole body laps process Ibra. No one made a sound. At least they look at each other.

But there was something that made Laras put on his smile. When both of his eyes found something that looked tense and probably wanted to burst out. Laras turned his gaze a directional abnormality.

"Why? asked Ibra who saw Laras to put on a smile.

"No, not pa-pa!" answer Briefly.

Not unaware or not knowing. Obviously he felt, after all it was part of his body. Because it may also be one of the causes of his head dizziness. But he was lazy to discuss it, especially in his condition like this.

Let it be later if he feels fit body will he beat mercilessly again. He will spoil that one thing until he is satisfied.

Taking care of the big baby is done. Stay bathe himself continue duha too, for fear of missing time duha. Laras chose to carry out the duha first, and then took a shower afterwards.

This twilight the sunlight began to turn red indicating the coming of the darkness, yes it is the night. A car came to the residence of Laras, then parked it not far from the car Laras and Ibra ....

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