Marriage Contract Letter

Where it wants

"Oh, I want to pray first before dressing up. Yes Ma?" pinta Laras on Rika's mom and the salon clerk.

"Of course you can, please Madam pray first. We'll wait for Madam." Rika's license.

Come on Sus, to the mushola first?" invite Laras to Susi, who was invited to immediately reply with a nod.

Baras and Susi came out of the salon to the mosque in the ministry. After the prayer, Laras briefly saw the garden. Still beautiful as before, the smile on Laras' lips expands when looking at the park.

"Mistress, come? hunt for noon, master will hunt home," asked Susi while glancing at the watch in her hand.

Laras, looking towards Susi. "Oh, I forgot." Then they rushed back to the salon. The barrel hastened its pace.

"Ow ... Madam, said Susi's mother if you are pregnant again do not hurry the way. Kasian dede baby, just relax the road," said Susi.

"So he said come on, afraid of bad luck?" reply Baras and now they're in the elevator.

"Yes, but not running too .." said Susi shook her head.

Baras smiled, then exited the elevator directly into the salon again. And handled by his employees, then changed the clothes that have been prepared by Rika's mother complete with accessories.

"Gee ... She is beautiful, with her appearance now. With that veil too." Susi was amazed.

Barrel just smiled, blushed in shame. "You can be Sus."

After finishing at the salon. Barrels out and down to the lobby waiting for Ibra's arrival there, not long waiting. The one waiting finally came.

From the car, Ibra's lips painted a smile after seeing Laras sitting in the middle seat waiting.

Ibra walks with Zayn. "Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Darling?" Ibra looked at his wife for a moment.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, why stare like that?" looking back at Ibra. But his hand grabbed Ibra's hand and kissed her.

"No," said Ibra, then embrace the body of the wife very tightly. "You look so much prettier today."

Laras did not respond but enjoyed the firm embrace of the body.

"Yu, to the room? prepare all my needs, take a shower for a while." Ibra leads the hand of the wife. He invited him to Ibra's private room long ago, Laras did not visit there.

Both of them arrived at Ibra's room. Netra's eyes Laras moved observing the place. "Still as before." Mumbled Laras, then helped open the husband's coat.

"Where, do you want to play first before activity?" god Ibra while playing both eyes.

"What is ... want a meeting or want to mess around?" little pout.

"Baggot darling ...."

"Want me to prepare the water? asked Laras while holding the husband's coat in hand.

"No dear, let alone," said Ibra as she walked to the bathroom.

Baras's step led him to Ibra's wardrobe room. The barrel swept through all corners of that space. Rubbed his stomach and said. "Well .. baby, Mommy used to come here often to prepare papi clothes. But now ... we've got a little house that's much quieter and more comfortable." The voice of Laras slowly as if inviting the child to talk.

After keeping it on the bed. The barrel approached the window looking at the sights he often saw first, including the orchard.

Ibra came out of the bathroom with a towel around her waist and wet hair which she rubbed with a small towel. "Dear."

"Hem." Laras turned his head and approached, took a small towel and told Ibra to sit down so that she could easily reach Ibra's head. To dry her hair.

Once neat, before wearing a suit. Ibra salat first, after that only continued the ritual and-dannya. Including using perfumes the second time, so the fragrance makes Laras not strong and shook his head.

"Astagfirullah which .. stinks, mostly also yes. If most make dizzy, not fragrant anymore, God's cause."

"Yes, yes .." then Ibra took Laras' hand out of the room to the dining room.

After passing through the elevator and other hallways, finally arrived and there was already full of Ibra's coworkers. And Ibra's representative was Zayn, dozens of eyes fixed on Laras and Ibra. Especially Laras, all eyes looked at and whispered to each other. "It's so pretty."

Ibra told them to sit down. "Please sit down."

Ibra pulls out a chair for Laras first. Before sitting down, Laras reviews his friendly smile to everyone there. Then sit sweetly beside Ibra on the right and on the left Ibra yes it is Zayn.

Lunch was started, the assistants were busy pouring drinks. And a snack for a meeting later.

****

In a beautiful bungalow. Dian lived comfortably, moving away from the Missions. Dian unmitigated bring two assistants and a male worker to be made a driver + gardeners.

Her divorce from Ibra is still in progress. Dian often daydreams to remember the beautiful and happy past while with Ibra. Once upon a time dating both lives like the world belongs to both.

A few years after marriage it was the same, but everything changed. After he was in a barren pawn due to cancer of the uterus in his stomach, although it has been declared healthy. But in fact he did not also have children, which there is a growing number of naps.

And all the obvious changes were in him too which forced the husband to change and in the end made himself also a miserable one from the side of Ibra. But Dian remained confident, even though they were separated now. One day Ibra will be back.

"Darling, you haven't eaten since last night. Don't love me you'll be sick." the voice of a mother from behind the door.

Dian who sat on the bed leaned back. Just glancing lazily. "Not hungry Mam, later also if I'm hungry must eat Mammy, don't bring it. Your son is a loner."

"Yes, my dear .. you will be sick. You just have to stay healthy and beautiful, so that Ibra falls in love with you again," said her mother Dian who was thick-bodied.

Dian just stared lazily at her mother who had just entered and sat nearby.

"Mamy also still hopes, if you can have offspring from him. Mamy was also disappointed Ibra divorced you, Mamy became curious about his new wife," said Ludia ma'am.

Dian rolled her eyeballs, hearing the mother's description.

"But baby, Mamy love Ibra just as you did not change, you are the same as other men. Dian," pat Dian's thigh.

"Mamy's bad, don't you think it's shiny?" bela Dian doesn't want to blame.

"Try, you're not throwing a tantrum. It must not happen like this, baby, all your fault" said the mother as she passed.

"You don't know what the truth is. Just being able to sue, that's living me." Mumbled slowly.

Blugh!

Dian smacked a pillow into the mattress, his heart added runyam when he heard the babbling of the mother. Dian's parents deliberately returned home from abroad after being called by Ibra, if Ibra was suing for her daughter's divorce. It was Dian's plan that would bring her baby Laras to flee abroad, and will be introduced as her baby Dian was a complete failure.

Even if the letter of the contract Laras lost from the hand of Dian. Didn't recompense his intention to bring the baby to Dian's parents as his baby. Uh ... instead they came to Indonesia. Not nothing has failed first, Dian's parents do not know that his child has had uterine cancer.

As an only child, of course. Dian and Ibra become children and favorite ghosts for Dian's parents. At that time. Dian lay down his body and stomach, hugging the reverie roll further and longer Dian's eyes closed. Fall asleep.

Ms. Ludia brought back a tray of food. Then he kept it at the table. saw the princess sleeping, did not dare to wake her. People just now are still screaming. "His sister my daughter, experienced in honey everything. In the divorce too," gently rubbed the shoots of his head. There were no tears Ludia's mother dripped, however a mother's heart. Must have felt the pain of his son.

Dian's mother moved up from near her daughter. Dian, after rubbing that wet cheek, passed back and did not forget to close the door.

The night replaced the bright day, changing with the darkness. Dian had just woken up and his stomach was hungry, squinting his eyes and lyrics right and left. His eyes found food on the table. "Well .. what a coincidence. There's food." He got up, rushed down. Approaching the table, devouring the food that his mother had brought him this afternoon. After everything was toilet, then Dian moved to the bathroom to clean up.

Clean-up was finished, now Dian already looks beautiful. Preparing to leave, he went down to the ground floor and was immediately reprimanded by the mother.

"Where are you going? don't mess around, you'll be afraid your civil will increase. Because your divorce is still a process, you have to be careful."

"Ow ... Mamy ... I'm bored at home constantly. Just get out for a second." Dian stomped his feet on the floor, annoyed.

"If you are bored? why not take the road. Go to work lazy, at home work daydreaming. Good night, uh ... want to go, is that Dian?" the mamy's slurs.

"Ow ... Mama, can't you bring that? my head's dizzy."

"Mamy wonder, why the day is silent at home, work is lazy but the night time wants to wander, is it strange? mamy is here now, right? please appreciate Mamy's talk." Add Ludia's mom.

"Mom" said Dian.

"Stay home, if you want to go out day, not night. Strangely ... lazy afternoon. But the night is leaving. What the hell?" lip of Ludia komat kamit.

Dian stood in place with his face in a bend, eyes swerving. To the mother who did not care about the sharp look of Dian's eyes, then returned to the room with annoyance and anger.

Ludia's eyes glanced at her daughter who was running up again. "Well if I don't come back here, how'd I have a kid?" shake.

Dian slammed the door as hard as he could. So that the wall was shaking almost a wall decoration fell. "Crazy. I can go crazy if it's rich gini continues." he muttered while folding his hands on his chest. "I can't get down like this."

Jalan mondar mandir. Go back, right and left. Long time like ironing. Finally he sat down and took his laptop, but he did not immediately open it but he looked at the laptop. Dian remembered very well, if this laptop is the birthday of Ibra. He's elus, he rubs gently. "I remember, on my birthday. You gave me this gift."

His heart was sad. And the clear water adorned in the corner of her eyes, finally Dian cried hugging her laptop.

****

The more here, Dian and Jodi's relationship is normal again. After all they are business partners, who sometimes meet every day. Like one day Dian was visiting Jodi's office.

"Sit down, Dian's mother?" jodi said to Dian who was still standing.

"Thank you!" murmured Dian while sitting himself on the sofa to be more relaxed.

"Same-sama-"

"What's the same?" tanya Dian stared at Jodi who was still sitting in her great chair.

"Huh? oh, just as sitting." Sembari.

"Hem," murmured Dian then slightly leaned her back against the back of the sofa backrest.

Jodi moves on, and moves to sit on the same sofa as Dian. "How are you?"

"Well, good as you can see." Dian shrugged his shoulders.

"Good, oya. Not that we want to talk about our business in Semarang huh?" jodi said again.

"Yes. That's right." Then they talked very seriously, about his business problems in Semarang. Which is now experiencing a drop due to the problem of divorce which is now in the process.

After an hour of work, it just happened to be lunch time. "What if we have lunch first? I see you're getting thinner. Never eat it?"

"Hell, eat it. Where do you want to eat?" asked Dian while reviewing her smile.

"Where do you want? it's up to you, in the canteen of this counter, okay. Outside too can be," Jodi said as she opened her arms.

"OK, thanks. But ... Can you not in your heart? ha ha ha ..." - Dian.

"Sorry, in my heart there is no dish." Obviously Jodi while standing tidying up her suit.

The two walked together with the intention of looking for lunch. "Where are we going to eat?" dian asked Jodi after it turned out that their steps were taking them in the parking lot.

"Em .. Yes we have to find the nearest restaurant. Wanted to be in the cafeteria too." Jodi walked to his car. Then open the door for Dian.

"Thank you" Dian said as he walked in and sat down at the wheel.

Brugh!

Jodi closes back, then steps Jodi around her car to get in, sitting behind the steering wheel.

After the two were already in the car, preparing to drive Dian to reach Jodi while saying. "Jodi, I'm sorry, okay? for the incident at that time, honestly I became embarrassed. I don't think I have any more face in front of you, Jodi."

Netra Jodi's eyes briefly returned Dian's gaze, then Jodi threw her gaze in another direction. "Here you go, don't remember, I'm sorry too. I was wrong too. Just forget about it, assume there's never been okay?" jodi said while gasping. He doesn't want to remember that anymore.

Jodi's words lock, so Dian doesn't say anymore. He wanted to forget that, but always in his mind. The car that Jodi drove was increasingly streaking across the highway ....

****

I hope all my readers are healthy, Adam. Ayem, nothing less. Aamiins.