Marriage Contract Letter

What gift

"Good," explained Dian, then they walked over, leaving behind the still grimacing Laras! with their own purpose.

Laras looked at their steps while holding his head. "It seems like a new problem is starting. I have to be patient with them."

Laras sighed deeply, then his steps back into the kitchen. He was bored, and wanted to make a snack for himself whenever there was material he needed there.

Barrel approached the drawers in the kitchen looking for materials, his eyes staring at the contents of the drawers. "What kind of snack do I make?" puffing both of his cheeks. He seemed to think what he should do.

"Ah .. yes I want to make pudding only," muttered Laras. Coincidentally the ingredients for any snack are in full.

"What's the lady looking for! why are you in the kitchen?" the sound of Rika's mother surprised Laras who took the pudding material, so that the Laras took a fall so surprised her.

"Oh I'm sorry Madam, it has surprised you," Rika's mother immediately took the fall from the hands of Laras.

"Oh, that's okay, ma'am" said Laras holding his chest in shock.

"What does the lady want?" look at the pudding material.

"Em .. I'm tired of wanting activities, and want to make a snack, okay, right ma'am?" look of the Hopeful Barrel.

Miss Rika pensively. "Wouldn't that make Madam tired?"

"No, Miss Rika, I just want to make a pudding, okay?" again Baras asked.

"Alright, but someone has to help."

"No! no need to be Rika. I can do it myself, let the others do the work" Laras replied quickly.

"OK, alright, please get creative," Rika nodded.

The barrel took the apron and put it on, Rika's mom went somewhere. Stay Laras berkutat himself there, with shrewd make his favorite pudding. Finished in cooking prepare a beautiful mold poured slowly then put into the refrigerator so quickly so.

Baras was satisfied with his work. "Alhamdulillah .. finished also just wait for the cold and harden. Uuh ... the fragrance floated in the air bursting into my nasal cavity, already impatiently wanting to taste it."

While waiting for more satisfactory results Laras take a walk around there.

"Mistress, Mr. Zayn is looking for you" Rika's voice from behind Laras. The one standing facing the large glass window looked at the view from there.

Laras turned to the source of Rika's voice, next to her was Ibra's secretary. "Yes what's wrong?" the eyes of Baras looked at them.

Bu Rica appointed Zayn, Zayn was a pseudonym, because his real name was Yudy. I don't know why Ibra used to call him Zayn.

"Here I want to deliver a gift from Mr. Ibra for you," gave a paper bag to Laras.

Baras took it in doubt. "What is this, what gift?" Laras was confused, when suddenly Ibra gave a gift. His eyes looked at the paper bag and Zayn took turns.

"Please open Miss, I want to go back to the office" said Zayn then turned his body to go back to the office.

With a thumping heart. Barrel opening paper bag. Previously sat first, after being opened, in it there is a new handhephone. ATM card and a piece of paper that says?

"My eyes hurt when every time I see your phone, which is old and the screen is cracked anyway, inside it already contains simcar you just use it, there is already my contact! and the ATM card, pin it to our wedding date, you use it for your purposes, buy nice clothes, beauty etc."

As soon as I fill that piece of paper. Laras was confused "When the monthly money from Kak Dian is also still there, the rest I love the house if just make enough grip really," murmured Laras, glancing right-left no one, no one, mom Rika went nowhere.

Laras moved from his seat to carry the paper bag to his room. "Enak just said eye pain, why did your eyes rub? the style! the rich man's eyes" Laras grumbled as he walked.

"What's the matter, ma'am, is there a problem?" reprimand Susi made Laras immediately turn his head.

"Eh ... Susi! I guess who." The barrel grinned showing its white teeth.

"Ah ... no, nothing, what are you doing here?" Baras looked at Susi who was carrying only empty hands.

"Susi finished watering the flowers on the Madam," said Susi staring at the hand of Laras who lined the paper bag.

"Oh this is from Mr. Ibra." Laras raises the paper bag in his tenteng.

"Oh from master," Susi nodded her head. "Susi go first Madam, want to continue other work."

"Yes please Susi." Baras smiled kindly, then continued his steps.

Just sitting on the couch, Baras' new phone is ringing. "Who, doesn't anyone know my new no?" his eyes looked at the paper bag and then took his phone, apparently calling Love's contact. "Who?"

Doubtfully. The barrel shifts the green color icon. "Hello?"

"Have you been so bad?" the voice over there was none other than Ibra.

"Oh, m-sorry sir. I-I don't know if that phone is Sir," said Laras rather stammering.

"If you pick up the phone immediately."

"Yes, sir" Baras said. "What's the matter, Mr Tumben phone? ask Laras wonder.

I heard Ibra clucking. "There's a ban on me contacting you? keep doing what I buy you expensive cellphones if only for you to call with other men! it's free," Ibra continued in an annoyed tone.

"Astagpirullah .. That's why sir, I have no need with other men! the old cell phones are also still on the move. Why buy a new phone, waste money, mendingan in use on things that are more profitable."

"As much as you are, it has been bought is still not kursur!" keep Ibra up again.

"I'm sorry. I'm Mr. .. I say thank you very much, his handhpone, his ATM too, I'll keep it well Mr."

Ck ck. "Used Miss is not in storage, I don't want ya you're the most kuel among my other wives. I think I'm an unfair husband."

"My..cel? what I did was neat and clean and also fragrant, just nice to say kucel, said it hurt my eyes to see my phone. Now tell me I'm kuel, just want to talk about it," murmured Laras slowly but heard by the person on the other side.

"What! what are you talking about?"

"Hah .. ti-no sir, don't say anything."

"Not say anything! I'm obviously nervous, I'll be home soon. Prepare warm water do not forget the therapeutic aroma input."

"Haa ... warm water, gini afternoon? not wrong, sir?" laras said astonished.

"Ohhh .. don't ask too many questions, just do it."

"Good sir." Laras frowning.

A few seconds later the phone connection was disconnected, Laras kept the phone on the sofa. She combed her hair in the ponytail to make it look neat.

Glancing at the clock has shown at 11.20 wib, meaning Ibra's return is approximately one hour. Laras decided to take a bath first, so that later if Ibra came home he was neat and fragrant. I'm not saying I'm a cook again.

The scorching sun seemed to burn the skin, but Ibra instead soaked in warm water that had been prepared by Laras. Do not miss the aroma of the therapy Laras dissolved there.

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