Marriage Contract Letter

Just Dreams

Both of his hands were holding the sofa cushion, preparing to cover Laras' face. Maybe the goal is to make Laras out of breath.

The barrel revolted as the pillow was pressed over his face, mainly covering his breath.

The barrel holds the person's hand, the head continues to move, revolting for the person to let go.

"Em ... last .. em." Laras kept on revolting and finally shouted for help. "To-please ...."

"What's up, baby? honey, realize. It's me baby! wake." wakeup." Ibra's voice was right near Laras' ear.

Then Laras opened his eyes, his face back pale paseh. Cold sweat soaked her temples, but in front of her was only her husband. Ibra, while the man does not exist.

"Why baby?" repeated Ibra who gasped to hear Laras screaming for help.

"Where is he?" Barrel dingukan. looking for the person who was willing to hurt him.

"Who? from earlier there was also no one other than me dear .." said Ibra astonished. Seeing the terrified barracks.

"The one who wears black clothes and wants to kill me!" full Barrel gaze to worry.

"Darling, right here. It's just me, there's no one. You're just a dream, baby."

"the dream? I'm scared," cried Laras. Grasping Ibra's hands firmly.

"I am, there for you. Don't be afraid or worried." Swiping the head shoots Soft barrel.

"I'm scared. I was afraid," his face was riled up, full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

"But I feel right. He's silenced my mouth, with a couch cushion." It's Laras again.

"Trust me, baby, there's no one else but me." Ibra continued to convince Laras that what he had just experienced was just a dream.

Ibra stroked Laras' hair which still looked frightened.cuph! peeling his forehead many times. "Bobo darling. Take it easy, there I am."

Then Ibra went up and lay down in the cage next to Laras very carefully. So that the Baras is not disturbed. But Ibra can hug while sleeping. "Bobo baby, I hug. No one can hurt you."

Laras nodded slowly, infiltrating the chest of his field Ibra while closing both eyes.

Ibra put her lips on his wife's forehead. He slowly closed his eyes. Trying to sleep, close your eyes. In his mind drifting with his affairs in Surabaya, continue to imagine if something severe happened to his wife and son who was still in the stomach. Occasionally his hand rubbed the stomach of the wife who began to calm again.

The cold night just passed. Ibra and Laras sleep with each other, just wearing a hospital blanket. Sometimes they wake up from their sleep, but soon sleep again and again. Until the morning, they can sleep well.

Until finally.the time shows at 80.30 wib. "Sorry, sir, we'd like to check the patient's condition. Please move to the sofa first," the voice of the nurse who will check the barrel.

Ibra rubbed her eyes. squinting at the nurse and the wife alternately. "All right." He moved down to the sofa.

The barrel that has been awake, when hearing the footsteps of the nurse who will check his condition. Staring pity at her sleep-deprived husband, even leaving her job. Just for her sake.

Finished checking, Laras told to eat a typical hospital porridge. "Later after breakfast. Don't forget the medicine is taken." Said the nurse.

"Yes, sister. I'll remember that." Laras nodded.

Sister out. Ibra approached holding a porridge to feed the breakfast barrel. "Aa open her mouth? let it heal quickly."

"After this, you took a shower? odors. I also want to take a bath and get sticky gini," murmured Laras.

"Yes, later if Susi has come. Bring clothes for us." Ibra gave the drug to Laras.

"Yes, already look for breakfast first if so," continued Laras. After swallowing the medicine.

"Yes, Susi will bring breakfast also dear .." added Ibra. Keep a bowl on the table.

"I'm going to the toilet. Please dong?" laras said expectantly to Ibra.

Ibra immediately stood up, rolling up her shirt sleeves. Then carrying the body of Laras. He took her to the toilet. One hand of the Baras embraces the shoulder of Ibra, and the other carries the infusion.

Not long in the toilet. They have returned to their original place, Laras, Ibra lay down again. "Rest again, baby."

The barrel imprints with a nod. Then closed his eyes. Trying to rest again.

Ibra was standing by the window, busy with her phone. He asked Zayn to drop off his laptop, and he would finish his business online. And Ibra requested that Zayn take the initiative to hire a bodyguard for his wife when she recovered later.

He looked at the wife who had rested again. Ibra approached in her face was clingy and loving, she caressed those smooth and clean cheeks. Suddenly Laras muttered. "Please? who are you not to bother me!"

"Honey, this is me dear," said Ibra who looked at the face of Laras very fixed and his hand he held tightly.

Baras woke up. "Astagfirullah ..." rubbed his face many times.

"Dream again, baby?" ask Ibra gently.

Laras looked at him with a frightened look. Nodding while saying. "Yes, good thing it's just a dream."

Ibra gave him water. "Drink first, let's be quieter hem." With a soft and attentive speech, Ibra took care of Laras.

Susi's already come with all Ibra's orders. Ibra immediately took a shower and changed clothes, then ate the food that Susi brought with her greedy. From his reclining place Laras painted his smile seeing Ibra eating very voraciously.

"I'm not in love, am I?" said Laras on Ibra who focuses on eating.

"Ha, would you?" Ibra turned to his wife, and Laras responded with a nod.

Ibra brought her food near Laras. Then he bribed. "Repeat fast, baby?" ibra is hopeful.

Ibra understood with a glance at the wife's eyes, and then looked back at her. His palm rubbed the husband's jaw gently, and his lips glared at each other with a smile.

Ibra turned to Susi. "Sus .. please turn around. Turn us in."

"Huh? make what," asked Susi, frowning in astonishment.

Ibra's upset. "Don't ask a lot, just do it anyway?"

"Oh, good sir." Susi turned her back on Ibra and Laras.

"Don't turn the body around, before I command." Add Ibra firmly.

Laras put on his smile. Then Ibra and Laras looked at each other with a sense of kangen, a few days ago far apart. Not wasting any more time, Ibra immediately kissed ****Natural pink barrel. Ibra's hand locks the nape of Laras, while Laras's hand coils around Ibra's neck.

However, suddenly Baras slightly hissed. "Ac ...."

Ibra surprised. "Why baby?"

"Sick," held the wound.

"I'll ask for the best medicine for you, right? I'm going to see the doctor who handled you, "and Ibra looks at Susi as well and says. "Sus don't go anywhere, I want to go out for a minute."

Susi turned around and turned towards her master. "Good sir."

Before leaving, Ibra's fingers rubbed Laras' lips with a satisfied smile. Then stroked her hair, then swung her steps, to see a doctor.

"This is the mistress, the fruit." Susi brings pieces of fruit on the barrel.

"Thank you Sus." While looking at his thin smile.

Zayn came, brought Ibra's laptop. "Which boss?" zayn asked when he did not find Ibra in the room.

"Ih, Mr. Zayn. Instead of saying greetings, play nice, Susi was shocked to know .." Susi grumbled as she glared at Zayn who had just arrived.

Zayn just stared expressionlessly at Susi. Then turned his gaze to Laras who was sitting leaning. "Where is the young lady now?"

"Good, better." Reply Laras in between eating his fruit.

"Thank God, where's the boss?" asked Zayn repeating the question that had been asked to Susi.

"Ke ... doctor's room, briefly also returned. Wait it won't be long anyway," said Laras with a soft look.

Sure enough, Zayn just wanted to sit on the sofa while grabbing pieces of fruit in the input to his mouth. Ibra came with better medicine. "Whatuh? Boss."

"Medicine, it's good that my wife was given regular medicine!" obviously Ibra while walking towards Laras.

Keep the medicine on the table. "It will soon be taken this drug, which just throw it away," Ibra told Laras. His hand rubbed the wife's head. "I talked to Zayn."

Baras responded with a nod. Ibra sat down on the sofa in front of Zayn. Before starting the conversation, Ibra took a mineral glass and drank it. Opening the laptop turns it on.

Zayn looked at the man sitting across the table. Then Zayn opened the chat. "It turns out there's another motive behind yesterday's incident."

Ibra looked up, staring intently at Zayn. "What?"

"Not only want to be thwarted, but also want to harm the young Miss." Zayn's voice softly with his tail his eyes glanced towards Laras.

"That means there's a dong mastermind?" investigate Ibra quietly too.

"There is" said Zayn confidently.

"Who?" look at Ibra again, curious. Who was the mastermind yesterday.

"Well, there it is. They're still tight-lipped about it." Zayn is back.

"Don't, mess with me. If you don't want to face me. Cowardly, how dare women." Gerrutu Ibra while clenching his arms.

Ibra's heart is melos. And his anger rose again, his teeth tightened. Jaws hardened, eyes reddened. Hands clenched strong. "Take it all out, don't miss it. To the roots."

"Yes, that must be and still be in the mouth, just be patient" murmured Zayn.

Ibra nodded, agreeing with Zayn.

"If this is the way, you must take care of your wife and child. I'm astonished! if they were your enemy. Why is it only the barrel they are after? Dian, no. He's safe, yeah .. amit-amit anyway!" zayn said full of astonishment. Then he fell silent.

Ibra looked up again with a meaningful gaze, frowning as if thinking. There's a point in Zayn's talk, too. "Who is behind all this?"

Zayn shrugged both of his shoulders, a sign of ignorance.

Ibra does not want to dream or dirty the heart with bad prejudice. Then Ibra continued to bustle her hands on the laptop board. The eyes are focused on the screen.

Zayn. "OKAY. I'll go back to the office."

"Yaps, thanks everyone?" ibra said glancing at Zayn who was preparing to leave.

When Susi saw Zayn coming out of the room. "Tuh, right ... Mr. Zayn mah came without greetings, also came home without greetings, strange me," murmured Susi ....

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Hi.... How are you this afternoon? may there be in almighty protection all. Where is his voice loyal to SKM ??