Marriage Contract Letter

Silence of a thousand languages

Around 03:30 am Ibra woke up. Wiggling favors, then squinting glanced at the wife who was lying on her back. He approached and kissed her shoulder, went down to her neck and landed her small kiss many times. Making Laras wake up and mutter.

"Hem," Laras' body wriggled, hands directly embracing the person's shoulder that made him wake up. Without looking first, but sure. Who else would sleep with her if not her husband. His breath and touch were discovered.

Laras develops his smile while remaining closed, when the husband starts to play and moult ****** his own. Like a baby who is thirsty at night.

Ibra raised her face, looking at the face of the wife who painted her smile incessantly. Her eyes opened slightly watching the husband who was more free to do the action, after a while warming up. Finally, the ritual gets to the point. Wrestling on a hot bed. So that the sweat pours out in the body of both, the breath was hunting each other and earthy.

Almost 1.30. Minutes, the ritual just ended with a warm kiss on the forehead of the wife. The second rush into the bathroom and shower together.

The people in the house had already circled the dining table. To make breakfast. As usual, Laras also served the husband by taking the plate and its contents.

"Morning? I came, how are you all? long time no see." Zayn's voice came from outside and immediately took his place at the dining table.

"By the morning too, son Zayn. Nice to see you again" said Rahma's mother kindly.

Others just smile and offer dishes.

Everyone started breakfast, enjoyed their own dishes. After finishing breakfast, Ibra decided to leave for work.

"I'm going first huh? it's fine at home." Ibra landed his kiss on his wife's forehead.

Laras grabbed Ibra's hand and kissed her back. "Be careful on the road too."

"Yes dear," replied Ibra, then swung her step towards Zayn's car.

Laras stared at Ibra's departure until it disappeared from view. He then went inside leaving the terrace.

"Ma, I'm going to go shopping for baby gear, do you want to come, Ma?" tanya Laras looked at the mother-in-law who was tidying up the flowers on the table.

"Ha, but. As papa ya go, Mama traumatized if traveling only women only. Don't want to, Mama. Scared." Ms. Rahma shuddered.

"Yes, Ma."

"Assalamu'alaikum?" the voice of someone from outside.

Laras and the mother-in-law exchanged glances. "Who, Mah?"

Ms. Rahma only replied by raising her shoulders. Without making a sound Rahma put her foot towards the door, seeing who was coming.

Blake it!

Door opens. RT Miftah stood facing the door. "Eh ... Son Mif, please come in. Son." Madam Rahma let in.

"Assalamu'alaikum? thanks, Mom. The barrel exists? " ask Miftah while nodding respectfully. Then following the steps of the host with his eyes moved looking for the whereabouts of someone.

"Wa'alaikumus greetings. Have a seat, Son Mif? I'll just take a drink for a minute." Ms. Rahma retreated to the back.

"Not to be troublesome, ma'am." Reject Miftah, yet again nod.

Madam Rahma looked at him for a moment. "No pa-pa, son."

Step mom Rahma who was going to the back. Passing with Laras. Before Laras asked, Rahma spoke first. "That's it, son Miftah. Dear."

"What's up?" look at Laras looking at the mother-in-law.

"I don't know, Mama hasn't asked that." Ms. Rahma made him a drink for his guest.

The barrel runs towards the living room. Where Miftah is. "Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Wa'alaikumus greetings." Miftah's voice looked up at Laras who was standing wearing a negligee.

"Em, what's wrong?" ask Laras while sitting in front of Miftah.

"Ah, don't want to stop by, want to know the news. Coincidentally I was from there, yes ... all through," said Miftah.

"Oh, fine. Alhamdulillahot. How's your family doing?" ask back Laras.

"alright, too. I am sorry for what happened to you at that time, I happened to be outside at that time. So can't look." Miftah looked towards Laras.

"Oh, not pa-pa. Cuman .. accident aja," continued Laras, then turned to the mother-in-law who brought a glass of warm tea.

"Please, Son Miftah. Drunk?" mama Rahma kept it at the table and she sat down next to the ghost.

"Thank you, Mom. Oh, make a bother!" miftah said as she shifted her drinking glass that was still billowing smoke.

"No pa-pa just drinks." Madam Rahma showed her smile.

"Eh ... Nak Miftah's. Have you been visiting for a long time?" look for Marwan who just came while shaking hands with Miftah, then sat on the other sofa.

"Oh, just now, sir. Healthy?" ask the Rt sir.

"good. As you can see now" replied Marwan.

Feeling that nothing matters as well, Laras decides to go to the room alone. Not yet either. "Bah, Mah. I went to the room first, right? oya Pak Rt chatted with him, "Laras pointed at the in-laws while circulating his gaze to the people who were there.

"Yes, honey. Just rest," Rahma turned her daughter-in-law.

Miftah nodded, and looked at Laras' back from behind. Until he can no longer see.

"Yes, what is the purpose and purpose? Want Rt to come here, if anything important," Marwan asked again. The view is fixed towards Miftah.

"Ah, no sir, I just asked the news of Laras, yesterday I heard the accident. And I was outside at the time, so I didn't have time to visit" said Miftah.

"Oh, that. Thank God it's better, thank you for remembering and asking my daughter-in-law." Marwan is back.

After a short conversation, Miftah finally parted. For reasons that there is still business.

"Cock, rush? Nak Miftah," said Ms. Rahma.

"There's business, Mom. I'm sorry I interrupted your time?" said Miftah as she moved from where she was sitting.

"Ah, not really. We were not disturbed" said Marwan and he stood to take his guests forward.

Miftah turned on her motorcycle, then nodded respectfully to Mr. Marwan. Then his motorbike passed quickly leaving the Baras residence.

Arriving at the room, Laras rushed to the bathroom with the intention of taking ablution water. Soon Laras returned and prepared to perform the duha. Then Laras lay down on the bed after finishing with his duha. His eyes felt sore. The face is also hot.

"Oh my God, why does it taste so bad? I want to shop." His hands gently rubbed his stomach that felt it move.

"Related, dear? so don't you go?" rahma's voice from behind the door.

Kreett!

The door, Rahma's mom open half. Laras was lying on the bed with his thick blanket. "Well, why you, baby? he said he wanted to go shopping" asked Rahma's mother in surprise, he sat down beside Laras who was lying down.

"His luck, not so deh Mah .. next time," Laras' voice shivered slightly and hugged the thick blanket over his body.

"Yes, my goodness .. You have a fever, son!" said Ms Rahma after sticking the back of her hand on the temple Laras which exposed the heat.

"Sus? Susi ..." screeched Rahma's mother as she approached the door calling Susi.

Susi rushed to Rahma's mother. "What's the big lady?" looking at Rahma who looked worried.

"That's no heat-lowering drug? or compress it, young lady has a fever." Ms. Rahma's voice was in a hurry.

"What's? young mistress has a fever." Susi looked inside, sure enough Laras looked shivering. "Good big lady." Susi returned to the back half-run.

Marwan approached his wife. "What's the Mah? noisily."

"Ih, Papa. Don't you see what? our ghost is sick." Her eyes mama Rahma slightly glared at the husband who was less sensitive, already knew his mant lay down and shiver.

"Ha, sick? what hurt, just fine, right?" Marwan was astonished and then put the back of his hand to the forehead Laras hot.

"His luck, Pah's fever." Ms. Rahma lifted the blanket of Laras and looked at her pale face water coming out of her eyelids due to the heat.

"Bring to the hospital?" take Mr. Marwan to look at the ghost.

But Laras shook his head, without opening his eyes. "No, I need a break." His voice was very soft and trembling.

Rahma and her husband looked at each other for a moment. "Yes, if you don't want to go, Papa will just call, to come." Marwan passed by without waiting for anyone to say his words.

Susi came, carrying a container filled with water, and along with her compress. Ms. Rahma immediately took a small towel and put it on the forehead of the ghost.

"Cold .." The sound of the barrel shaking was due to the cold.

"Kasian, Mistress. Was that all right, big lady?" glancing at Rahma's mom who was staring worriedly at Laras.

"Hem," murmured Rahma's mother.

"Him, call sir?" susi asked Rahma back.

"Don't, I don't want to bother you. Kasian, brother is doing a lot of work and it seems like brother is facing a problem. Don't worry, I'll be fine after the break." He muttered Laras while keeping his eyes closed.

Bu Rahma sculpted. Neither does Susi know what else to say?

Susi's hand was pinching Laras's leg very slowly. Sitting at the feet of his master, Susi looked sad to see the master.

Mr. Marwan returned, with someone dressed in white and preparing to examine the patient. "Here, doc. Please check doc." Mr. Marwan pointed towards Laras.

Everyone stay away, sit on the couch. Let the doctor examine patients with high fever.

After a while, it passed through a series of examinations. Finally finished too, the doctor quickly wrote a prescription drug that must be redeemed. Then it was given to Mr. Marwan.

"What pain does my daughter have?" mama asked, Rahma was very worried.

"Oh, just a normal fever. Immediately in the love of medicine. May it heal soon."

The doctor said goodbye, ushered in the same forward Mr. Marwan. Mr. Marwan is going to the nearest pharmacy.

Madam Rahma approached and rubbed the head of the ghost. "Chealing soon, dear? Mama can't see it."

About 30 minutes later. Marwan returned with a medicine bag for Laras, after giving the medicine, Laras was left to rest. Waiting for Rahma and Husband.

Susi goes, shopping needs weekly. Which happens to be in the refrigerator has started to empty. Setok-set kitchen needs have been thinned.

"The heat was so high, Pah. Now it's starting to decline" muttered the wife turned her husband who was watching television in a slow voice, afraid to disturb who was resting.

"Thank God, when it comes down. Ibra was told? Papa just remembered." Mr. Marwan looked at the curious wife.

"So, Baras Prohibit, Pah. He said don't bother him, he's busy and seems to be in trouble" said Rahma, mimicking Laras' speech.

Mr. Marwan pensive. "Yes too." Inner Marwan, his eyes looked at the ghost. "May we recover soon, Mah ...."

"Are you, our son is in trouble, Pa?" the wife looked curiously.

"Suuttt .. don't be hard. It'll be disrupted, kasian. I'm certain. Our son will be able to complete it Mah .. believe me?" said Mr. Marwan while patting the wife's shoulder.

Ms. Rahma just took a deep breath and then she exhaled very long. He no longer asked why, enough of the conversation just got there. Netra mama Rahma's eyes observed the condition of the ghost, this time she sat on the bed next to Laras lying down.

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At the international airport, yes it is Soekarno hatta airport. Ibra was waiting for someone there. Sometimes his hands are busy with cell phones and talking over the telephone network. He sat waiting in a chair that was exactly a corner.

From far away, stood a formal-looking woman. With the bag in hand and displacing his large suitcase, he was staring at Ibra. With a hard look.

Ibra turned her head and reviewed her thin smile, then approached Dian who was standing pecking. After arriving, their two eyes met for a moment with a face that was difficult to decipher from both.

Dian swallowed his saliva with great difficulty while muttering. "Darling?" eyes glazed. His saliva seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Ibra's lips were silent, not a bit moved, he was confused not to know what to say? after all the shadowing in his eye.

Usually, after that separation. Always say kangen, Miss. Warm hugs and kisses always adorn and land on the forehead and cheeks even on the lips of both, but not this time. Ibra was so stiff, so was the awkward Dian. As if he realized all his mistakes.

"Are you angry with me? I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" dian said quietly and his voice shook.

Hearing that, Ibra's heart felt in the words that caused a sense of infinite pain. As husband. He always tried to be fair, if Dian wasn't out of town. He tries to divide his time, birth or inner living he tries to fulfill. Unless Dian is out of town anyway both have busy work each.

Why does the wife he loves do all that. Lonely Kah. Or just lust? speechless Ibra turned her body to Dian's back.

Seeing Ibra's cold and stiff attitude, the bag in his hands that felt numb also fell to the floor. Inner Dian is poignant. Pain, his chest was so tight, as if it was difficult to breathe, he was no longer able to hold back the tears that had wanted to come out of the dam.

Dian took two steps forward, then buried her face on the husband's back. Those warm tears were so hard to fall. And soaked Ibra's back. He closed his eyes that felt so hot and squeezed the tears that were getting louder.

Ibra raised her head to the ceiling, trying not to drop a drop of water. Lips vibrate. Yet still a thousand languages.

"I'm sorry, I admit I was wrong. I did it by accident, and I regret not being able to take care of myself. I'm sorry .." hik hik hik his crying is getting worse. At this time Dian's heart is like being sliced into pieces. So poignant. His body slumped to the floor. Her crying is breaking. No matter the dozens of pairs of eyes looking towards him and feeling astonished ....

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Sorry if tomorrow or the day after SKM is not up, because the author is still not fit. This is also my maximum for all of you who are always faithful waiting, but hopefully with the prayers of all of you. My condition is getting better. Aamiin, O God.