Marriage Contract Letter

Bobo

In an office. Middle sat a handsome man, with his henchmen pensive. A blank look, his mind floated and without feeling clear water pooled in both corners of his eyes.

His fingers were tapping the table. His heart was a mess, not because of the pile of work. Not because of the increasing competition, but the strange problems in the household.

The success of his career as a young businessman has been smeared with both his wives. And now it will most likely be repeated in the history of his household.

At first he pursued a career not as smooth as he built a household, which began adem ayem. Things got messy after the wife told him to get married again.

Now he can only lament. Crying inwardly, crushed already his feelings this time.getting here. The bad behavior of his first wife is growing increasingly strong, the wife he once loved the only.

I don't know who else would blame it if it was this way? gradually the media will smell the depravity of the wife. Even if he covers it as much as possible. It is time he prepared himself for his own destruction if it should happen later, not just households that are likely to be destroyed. But also his efforts will be carried away and affected.

His name, the family will all be polluted and certainly bear the shame.

Ibra lowered her head, her shoulders shaking. Because of crying, then raised his head and rubbed rough wet cheeks. After seeing Zayn enter his room with a file in hand.

"Excuse me Boss? am I not disturbing." Zayn sat in front of Ibra.

Ibra tried to hide her sadness. With a bitter smile. "When did you ask like that? usually you don't care what I'm doing."

"Sorry Boss. It's something you have to sign." Zayn gave me the file he was carrying. Zayn became a little disinclined, and spoke formally. Because he knows very well what his current boss feels like.

Ibra immediately affixed his signature before that. Re-checking the contents.

"It looks like I'm going home soon. My mind is messed up, I will not be able to compromise anymore" Ibra said with her eyes and hands focused on her task.

"Yes, Boss. Rest ajalah. Oya don't worry about everything I'll take care of. It just so happens that today there are no meetings either, so go home." Zayn supported Ibra's intention to return home.

"OK, done. I'll go home first." Then the two walked together, out of Ibra's room. With a different purpose, Zayn headed for his room and Ibra intended to go home.

Ibra's car sped up the highway which was counted densely packed with other iron horses. Before returning to the house of Laras, Ibra decided to stop first at his favorite cake shop, Laras.

After getting what he was looking for, Ibra immediately restarted the engine of his favorite car. His eyes focused forward, the time was already showing at 13:00 wib, looking at a mosque about a few meters ahead. Ibra remembers not working on dzuhur.

"Looking I stop first. To the house is close, ten minutes more nyampe. But, apparently. I want to eat prayer there" murmured Ibra.

After arriving in front of the mosque Ibra rushed into the mosque, incidentally Margot was still there so Ibra could easily enter.

Ibra rested and surrendered to the almighty who created the universe and its contents. He gave all grievances to him, long Ibra was there until he had just set foot in the house at around 3 pm.

On the terrace, Laras was already standing to welcome his return. "Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Wa'alaikumus salam ..." with his sweet smile, Laras grabbed Ibra's hand. Then in his kisses, as well as Ibra holding the head of Laras and peeling his forehead with full feeling.

"She came home from noon, where did she arrive?" selidik Laras looked at Ibra's tired face which looked a lot of trouble.

"I was praying in the front mosque. Eh. .. overslept," replied Ibra while guiding the hand of the wife invited him in, previously wiping and greeting the baby candidate.

"Where are you and your mom going?" ask Ibra. They kept walking towards his room.

"Em ... is still napping. I was also just sleeping, hearing the sound of your car waking up." Timpal Laras, his hands open a suit attached to Ibra's body.

"Oh, fast face pillow. I'm sorry, honey, your sleep is disturbed." Cuph kissed his wife as an apology.

"No pa-pa, yes. You haven't had lunch, have you?" tanya Laras glanced at the person who was opening the tie and buttons of his shirt.

Ibra shook her head slowly. After hanging up the suit, Laras helped take off his shirt, then squatted open the shoes of the husband who was sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, I've taken a shower, I'll have lunch ready. Can I get some water for a shower?" ask Laras again before preparing a change of clothes for Ibra.

ibra's two arms frame Laras's face, then their gazes collide. "No, baby, let me be alone. You'll be tired." For a moment their gazes met as if they wanted to deepen deeply.

"Alright," Laras lowered his head.

Ibra's hand went down to the neck of his wife. Then his gaze was fixed on those ripe lips, finally Ibra landed her kiss for a moment. Then go back to eating it old and full of feeling. At least with Laras, a little Ibra can forget all the problems he is facing at this time.

Slowly Laras pushed Ibra's chest and said. "Bring first, eat later," his voice was very soft.

Ibra rubbed his wife's lips while muttering. "OKAY. I'm gonna take a shower first. Take off her grip, then take her steps to the bathroom.

Laras took a change of clothes in the form of shirts and shorts to impress relaxed. After he stored it on the bed, Laras continued to the kitchen to warm the cooking. It just so happened that Susi was taking a nap this time.

After some time struggling with cooking, finally all he has served at the table. When you want to call the husband, already hunted appear first. "I was going to call you to my room."

"Not to be called darling. I came by myself. Oh my goodness .. forget dear, I bought your favorite cake, still in the car," Ibra was about to take.

But Baras' hand caught Ibra's wrist. "Later take it, now you sit down and eat first. Okay?" pinta Laras while playing her eyes.

Ibra showed her smile. "Well baby .. I'll do what you want!"

Ibra devoured his lunch, but this time Ibra seemed to lack taste, eating a little.

"More huh?" The barrel prepares to add rice to the Ibra plate.

"Enough, I am full" Ibra said.

"Em ... tumben on the food, is it not good?" Laras looked in wonder at Ibra.

"Beloved, delicious," Ibra said. His hand took a glass of water for him to drink.

"Yes, already. Eat this fruit, sweet." Pouring a plate of fruit that has just been peeled.

Ibra tasted it. "Past be sweet dear, let alone presenting a woman as beautiful as you. It's definitely sweet."

"Ih .. gombal," Laras' smile blushed in embarrassment.

"Really."

"Well, the day after tomorrow Dian will return from Lombok. You're gonna pick me up, right?" search Laras. Looking towards Ibra.

Ibra returned Laras' gaze and did not answer the wife's question. His mind drifted out of nowhere.

"I'm gonna grab a cake for a second, okay?" rubbed the head of the wife, then passed about to take the cake in the car.

Netra Mata Laras followed the steps of the husband. His heart felt strange, Ibra's attitude had changed. "What's up? how to feel something strange," he murmured Laras. After her husband's body is no longer visible to the eye. Laras immediately cleaned up the former meal just now.

At this time the atmosphere of the day had turned dark, Ibra and the father were chatting near the pool.

Ibra shook her head, and her breathing was heavy and long. "I don't know, Pa. I was also confused," Ibra replied, shuffling her coarse hair.

"Which two of you divorced, what about your first wife? the motive is almost the same."

"Pa, I think he did it out of loneliness. Because my time is clearly divided, no longer prioritizing him." Ibra's voice was lethargic.

"If your time is divided, it is also clear that it is your responsibility Ibra. It is advisable to marry you to the women of your choice, automatically increasing your responsibilities. Your time will also be divided, that's for sure. Fortunately, last Dian chose you good woman. Shalehah woman, very lucky. Try if Laras is like any other woman, Papa doesn't know what your life will be?"

Ibra was still glued. He could not imagine it, if the young wife was not Laras.

"Larasaras not only brings good for him, but also for all of us especially you and you must realize it!" added Mr. Marwan back.

Ibra nodded her head. "So, actually Dian is also meritorious to have met me with Laras, pa."

"I-yes anyway, even behind it tucked intentions are not good. And can be said to be evil too, Papa's hope now .. only. want Dian can change himself. That's it," continued Marwan, with a glance at his wife, who walked up to them both.

"Two princes, come on. Dinner is ready!" said Rahma when she was in front of her husband and son.

Mr. Marwan nodded. "Well my angel, we'll be there soon."

Rahma's step back inside, after getting an answer from her husband.

Ibra crossed her arms across her chest, her gaze loosened into the clear, glittering pool water, Exposed to the light of the lamp.

"Abang, already. Don't mind much. Mending we eat first, think also need intake giji." Mr. Marwan went up and took Ibra to eat.

"Huuh .." Ibra again took her breath out of her mouth and nose, then followed the step of the father who had gone first.

The barrel still poured water into the glass. Glanced at her husband who looked lethargic. "Abang, what do you want to eat?"

"Sup and fall" he answered.

Laras took what Ibra mentioned. "Here, please eat!" while showing the curvature on his lips. Ibra also made me smile.

Mr. Marwan, Rahma's mom. Ibra and Laras also eat together. At the same dining table.

"Tumben, Zayn hasn't come in a few days? usually like coincidences, when he wants to eat he comes," said Rahma's mother in between her meals.

Ibra. "He's busy, he's got a lot of work to do. Even next week he will go back and forth to the branch office in Bogor."

"Em ... deserved, but he already has a candidate yet, Bang?" look at Rahma's mom.

"See it, Mah. Less know Brother too," said Ibra. After eating it.

"Oh, once there is a soul mate with Susi," added Rahma again.

Uhuck-uhuk. Susi immediately coughed, and immediately gulped down her drink. "Religion. Amit-amit. Ih .." said Susi while shuddering.

"Why Sus? he's handsome, rich. Hardworking. Diligent anyway, will not be difficult deh .. if you marry him." Tempta bu Rahma's. Everyone there smiled hearing him.

"No-no! Susi does not want to," said Susi memggeleng.

Dinner is over. Ibra went straight into her room, followed by Laras. After being in their room performing the prayer first, lie down. On the bed, under the dim light.

Now Laras was in the arms of the husband who lay half leaned to the shoulder of the bed. The head of the barrel was on his chest.

"Darling, can't I smoke?" ibra muttered while stroking the long hair.

Instantly Laras looked up. "When have you been raiding? all this time, I've never seen you smoke, why smoke?" lecaran Baras with a very fixed gaze.

"No, the power is so soothing.see people who smoke it rich really enjoy.times I feel that way?"

"No way, that's smoking it looking for disease, you know?" clearly Laras with still with his gaze that had not turned away.

"Once, baby, want to feel how much fun it is? throw cigarette smoke while fantasizing, fun rich." Continue Ibra while grinning.

Baras' hand hit Ibra's chest slowly. "No way, I said no. Don't know what? cigarettes that interfere with health, including the heart and cancer. Roko is honest, there are still many who want, how about a lie try?" laras said back.

Ibra's hand gripped the hand of Laras who had hit him. He squeezed very gently, Ibra kissed his back. "Kan, what a pity. Can ya?"

"Iih .. can't," explained Laras, a little pouty.

"What do you want, let my lips not be idle?" ask Ibra back.

"No idea ah," said Laras while sticking his cheek on Ibra's chest. His hand rubbed the chest of that field.

"No, baby. I'm just kidding." Cuph pecked at his head Laras.

The barrel is silent. Considering Dian will go home, of course Ibra time will be divided again. Not going to meet every day again, let alone feel his warm embrace and fondling.

Ibra thought Laras was asleep, because he no longer had any sound other than the sound of his breathing blowing into Ibra's chest. "Met bobo baby?" cuph landed another kiss on the head of the wife.

Barrel raised his head. "Met bobo too," and not Ibra guessing, Laras kissed Ibra's cheek with great feeling.

Then Ibra moved her face so that the lips of the two met. M*****nya gently, so both close their eyes and enjoy it. Ibra's hand had already comfortably squeezed the soft objects available in front of him. Incidentally the barrier is just pajamas. The more you play around there.

After some time.playing in those two places, Ibra positioned her body lying down. "Yuk bobo? sleepy to me."

For a moment Laras stared at the husband, even in the dim light. But it is clear that Ibra closed both eyelids.

"Tumben, not continued?" laras murmured in his heart feeling astonished. If Ibra does not continue the action, instead choose to sleep.

"Sorry baby, tonight I feel so tired" murmured Ibra with her eyes closed.

Finally Laras lips smile too, selfish benget if he thinks of all kinds, such as lack of understanding. Her thought.

Though in these times Laras libido is experiencing an increase caused by the current pregnancy. Finally, Laras also closed his eyes in the warm embrace of the husband and did not wait long for the two to sleep well.

The sound of Ibra's cell phone that repeatedly rang, no one heard anyone. Both have entered into the dreamland ....

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I've read, right? good luck, huh? thank you all for your prayers, and may your prayers of kindness turn to all of you. Aamiins.