Marriage Contract Letter

Crying out

After finishing the bath, continue to do the prayer isya with khushu. After that he approached Laras who was still soundly asleep, he climbed up and landed a small kiss on the stomach of the wife while muttering. "How are you, baby? all right there." Then rubbed it, then kissed the wife's forehead and cheeks.

Ibra was astonished. As for body temperature Baras is not normal as usual, he looked closely. Just realized that the face of Laras a little pale, again he put the back of the hand on the temple Laras is warm. Seeing the table there is a container and a small towel, must have been a compress. And beside him were medicines.

"You sick, baby?" ibra muttered very slowly and hugged his body. Make the Barrel wake up and squint your eyes.

"You, are you home?" asked Laras in a hoarse voice, then his eyes glanced at the wall clock that had shown at 11 pm.

"From now on, are you sick?" search Ibra while sticking his lips on the forehead of the wife.

"So morning, I had a fever. But now it's better," said Laras lyrical and raspy typical wake up.

"Why didn't anyone tell me you were sick? what if something happens, I don't know! and know for yourself? what if I don't go home" said Ibra a little upset.

"I'm sorry, I forbid them to tell you, because .. I don't want to trouble your busy self. In part I was just an ordinary dema and now it's better" said Laras slowly while rubbing Ibra's chest.

"Ck." Ibra clucked in annoyance. Then throw his face in another direction. He was really disappointed, how could his sick wife he himself did not know.

"Me, it's okay. I'm okay don't get mad?" rajuk Laras's. Her eyes moved to look at the husband who looked angry.

Ibra fell silent, only her hand rubbed Laras' back very gently. Their eyes met.

"Eeh, why are you coming home? didn't Dian come home, why did you leave her," Laras said.

"What, I can't go home?" ibra said while changing his sleeping position to be supine and both hands fold under the head.

"It's not. But shouldn't you be there, If you are here a lot. If Dian is not there anyway, like being abroad. Naturally you are here too," said Laras again, his fingers dancing on Ibra's chest.

But in the middle of the conversation, there was a voice coming from the stomach of Ibra who was demo asking to eat.

"You haven't eaten yet?" ask Laras, and he wakes up. His eyes stared at Ibra, waiting for an answer.

Ibra replied in a slow nod.

"Yes, already. I eat, wake up. Eat first there," said Laras. Waving blankets.

Ibra is still in the same position. Not waking up, but daydreaming.

"Ih .. get up," Laras' hand pulled Ibra's hand to get up.

"Lazy ah, I'm going to sleep." Pretend to close your eyes.

"Eat first, get sick later. Can I bring it here?" Barrel offers dining in the room.

Ibra opened her eyes, then looked at the wife who still looked pale. Very selfish if he wants to be served with a wife who is less fit. "Dear, I can eat in the kitchen, don't bother bringing it here. Then get up and get down.

The barrel followed from behind while tying his hair. Ibra waited for Laras to walk together.

Susi seems to have slept. Likewise with Ibra's parents who had when Ibra came home still watching television, now deserted.

The barrel warms food that should be warmed first. Only then did Ibra eat so voraciously, Laras who sat beside her occasionally looked and smiled.

"Why smile-smile hem?" ibra asked as he pinched Laras' pointed nose.

"No, it's just funny, the tumben hasn't eaten. From the mension has not eaten," Laras replied with a sip of his drink.

Ibra did not answer, she chose to continue eating. Occasionally feed Laras, then ask for more. Laras also took it again according to Ibra pinta.

After eating, the two returned to their rooms. "Have you taken your medicine, baby?" investigate Ibra observing Laras drugs.

"That's it, for today it's over." Reply Laras, both to the top of the bed and pull the blanket.

"Oh," murmured Ibra. He also lay back.

"Yes. You haven't answered, Dian didn't come home? why are you coming back here?" repeat Laras, whom Ibra has not yet answered.

"Go home, I want to come back here" he replied casually.

The barrel that was still sitting, frowned. Wonderful, if you come home really tumben. Ibra went home, not to live in the mansion with her beloved wife. "Is ... Do you have a problem?"

Ibra looked at it for a moment. "Why indeed?"

"It's weird. You should have fun, long time no see. How they were left behind." Laras.

"I've fucked him!" firmly Ibra.

"What's? I didn't hear wrong." The barrel positioned its seat facing the lying Ibra.

"No, I've divorced Dian."

"Astagfirullah .. why?" search Laras while shaking his head.

Ibra did not answer. Instead of carrying Laras' shoulder into his arms.

"Ih, answer. Why did you divorce her? I don't want ya, because I'm you divorced Dian!" connect Laras again.

"You won't understand, I did that .. There must be a reason I'm hard to forgive" Ibra replied. His fingers caressed the hair.

"How can I understand, if you don't explain. I don't want Dian to hate me more," Laras said again, her little heart doesn't believe in me at all.

"That's it. It's night, we'll talk about it again next time. Now bobo, let alone your body less fit." elak Ibra. Right now he is lazy to talk about it.

"But-"

"Shuut .. dear bobo," Ibra's voice locked her lips to ask again.

All questions, imprinted in his heart Laras. But he did not dare to ask again, let maybe one day Ibra will tell a story. Just ... The heart remains curious. There is a big problem so that Ibra is not even with Dian, she does not believe in the slightest if this husband divorces Dian whose incidentally the first wife and is very in love. But the question is kept in his heart. And try to close your eyes.

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Baras leaned his head on Ibra's shoulder, Ibra's hand stroked her hair Gently. "Honey, baby's moving." He pointed at his moving stomach.

Ibra's eyes moved and moved her hands to rub it and felt the baby move still in the stomach, and now it had stepped on the seventh month.

The lips of the two of them flashed a smile, feeling how happy the two of them were. Even in the deepest of hearts, Ibra's heart was still in turmoil, with her problem with Dian.

"Abang, why don't you spend the night with Dian? while you're at work, do you have a problem with him." The look of Laras was so sharp.

Ibra returned Laras' gaze for a moment, then turned her gaze in another direction. Look at the flowers in front of him. Before answering, he took a deep breath. "I've talked about Dian, I told you that the other day dear."

Baras gasped, while he was silent and straightened his seat. At first he felt that what Ibra said at that time was not serious. With a sad look, Laras said. "Why? instead of Dian's divorced brother, why don't I just divorce you."

"Darling, Istighfar why did you say that?" back asked Ibra while rubbing the cheek of the wife who is now the only wife.

"Astagfirullah .." said Laras while shaking slowly. "But why did you divorce her? she's been with your life for a long time, she's the woman you love. Why should you divorce too?" laras' lips quivered to hold the cry that had been in the eye. Laras seemed to feel what Dian was feeling at this moment.

"You won't understand" explained Ibra.

"How can I understand, if you don't explain," said Laras wiping his tears. "Please talk to Dian, back to him-"

"Darling, the process has already begun. In the court of religion." Reply Ibra again.

"Cancel it, what's the trouble?" laras said expectantly.

"No way, he must realize what he has done. He has to learn to respect people, learn even better." Connect Ibra.

"Abang .. All those people never escape from wrong and sin. Neither do we, it would be nice if we forgive each other." The Netra eyes of Laras moved looking at Ibra's face.

"I know that. But for now my decision will not change, the trial will take place soon. And I talked about this with Dian's parents. Oya you do not worry about our household, about the contract letter is no longer there."

"I mean Brother?" tanya Laras does not understand.

"I mean, the contract letter Dian made, about our marriage and if our child is born later. It's been destroyed, so don't worry anymore everything is safe" Ibra continued. Clearly.

Laras was silent, his mind floated with the letter of the contract, which was written clearly that after giving birth to the child Dian would take and become custody of Dian and Ibra both. She herself as a woman who conceived and gave birth there is no right, now she feels relieved. After hearing Ibra's explanation of the letter.

"I can imagine how Dian, the man she loved so much, divorced her. Why is he the same as her?" tanya Laras back to connect the chat earlier.

"I want to ask, which one? what if I divorce or let him go without a living? birth, treasure. Definitely not going to be lacking, but what about the others? it's a pity don't discuss it again my head is more dizzy. Should we rest yu?" rubbing the head shoots Soft barrel.

Both of them moved from their seats. Moving into the room to rest, Ibra locked the door. Then they both went up on the bed, lying down to embrace each other. After giving a kiss on the forehead then Ibra closed her eyes that began to feel tired.

Ibra had started to feel good but both eyes of Laras were still awake, difficult to close. He looked up at Ibra's slick face, a glimpse of Laras' lips smiling. Closer his face to Ibra's face, momentarily silent and locked. Staring closely at Ibra's face, but slowly but surely he kissed the lips of Ibra who was sleeping.

Laras thought Ibra had a good night's sleep. But what she saw now, Ibra pulled her aunt into a fluffy smile. Seraya muttered. "Why haven't you, baby, what do you want?" ibra's voice with her eyes still closed.

Barrel blushed in shame. "Not yet." Immediately position yourself as before. Ibra glued her arms back to Laras' body.

Indeed, Laras did not know what he should feel. Must be happy or sad, given his happiness today above the suffering of people. Yes, the suffering of Dian who is now divorced by the husband she loves so much.

Even the night went away. Alternating with the presence of the sun preparing to shine in the morning, the dew pooled in the shining leaves. Exposed to the light of the sun, Ibra ran early in the morning around the complex, understandably. In the Barrel house there is no gym equipment.

While Laras struggled to prepare a favorite breakfast Ibra, the husband. "Well" called Laras to the mother-in-law who was preparing the dishes on the table.

"What dear?" reply mom Rahma glanced at the daughter-in-law.

"Em .. did you know your brother divorced Dian?" doubtful.

Before replying, Rahma fell silent and looked closely at her daughter-in-law. "Yes. Why?"

"I, I don't think Mah. Why would it have to be? honestly I feel bad. I'm ashamed .. and feel guilty if I meet Dian." Look at Laras again.

"Not to feel so affectionate ..it's not your fault, anyways. Surely Ibra had a reason to divorce her, and it must have been a problem that Ibrahim thought was quite a big problem. Because if the problem is small, Ibra can not let go. We all know that Ibra loves Dian very much" Rahma said at length.

"What's the problem, Mah?" Barrel looked at the mother-in-law.

"What's? Lady Dian has been divorced, sir, even though she loves the young lady. Master also remains in love with Lady Dian, but dear. She's a bit sneaky," Susi's voice came along.

Laras and Rahma's mother turned to Susi. But Ibra came, with sweat flooding his body. And immediately entered the room, Laras immediately followed him to prepare all the needs of Ibra who wanted to enter work.

The Barrels move faster. After being in the room, immediately prepare the formal stelan Ibra. He kept it on the bed, waiting for Ibra to turn on the television. News event.

"Eeh, what is it?" he muttered Laras with his eyes focused on the television screen. Where is reporting about the divorce of a CEO, the cause of which the wife was caught cheating. And that person's face was clearly plastered there, yes it was a picture of Ibra and Dian Astuti.

"Astagfirullah .." said Laras while stroking the chest. Glanced at Ibra who had just appeared from behind the bathroom door.

Ibra. "Why?"

"Ah, no." Baras looked down and shook his head.

Ibra turned to the television screen that was still telling about her. Ibra's hand took her clothes and said. "Down baby, television."

Laras nodded and immediately turned off the television as Ibra had. Then he approached to help Ibra put on her clothes.

"Abang, sorry. Is it possible, Dian did that because of your lack of attention? or a living from you," Laras probed in a very careful tone.

Ibra was silent for a moment. "After we get married, I always try to pay attention to her. For she is the first woman I should look after, though I should be fair. I try always to fulfill my duties as a husband, except when outside the country. When you were cravings" Ibra admitted, he sat down to put on his shoes that Laras was taking.

"More. I've always tried to satisfy her biological needs. Still less especially? try to explain, the property is not lacking, the husband always tries to meet his biological needs as well. Less especially?" ibra's voice vibrated. He was crying, his heart was sad. Sick, disappointed with this fact.

The barrel crouched down, his heart slumped to see Ibra crying. It feels like only twice this saw a Malik Ibrahim who was always authoritative in front of his colleagues and employees, crying, the first time? when he was in the hospital, the second. This now. Laras sat beside Ibra and clasped his hands very tightly ....

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