Marriage Contract Letter

Spread in medsos

Not long on the road, Jodi's car finally arrived in front of a restaurant. After parking her car, Jodi and Dian walked into the restaurant. Choose a chair that is comfortable and immediately order food.

"Are you eating here often?" Dian glanced at Jodi and the place around alternately.

"Often, why?" ask Jodi.

"No, it's comfortable." Dian said while nodding her head.

"Yes, it's pretty comfortable."

Finally their orders came. Then they eat very well.

Occasionally, in a tangle with small talk. So decorated with a cheerful laugh.

But after eating, Dian felt something strange. Dozens of eyes stared sinisterly at Dian. Dian felt strange, turning towards them instead whispered and shuddered at each other as if disgusted at seeing her.

"Eh, that's the former CEO who sold himself, right? though her husband is handsome and famous, she is also a rich man. What are you trying to find?"

I see, the voices of people around, gossiping himself. Dian's face turned red instantly. He looked down, embarrassed and angry. Inwardly kept asking where did the news leak from? there is no way Ibra spread it is not possible. But from where.

Really not finished thinking it was. Not maybe everyone knows, if no one spreads photos or videos of him.

Jodi heard their whispers. Look at those people. Then Jodi looked towards Dian who looked down stiff and tense, her face pale eloquently. It stands. "Yu's home." Ask Jodi to look at Dian who is dumbstruck on the spot.

"Oh, yeah." Dian stood up too. Follow in the steps of Jodi who previously kept the money under the plate.

"Want me to drive you home?" ask Jodi while putting on the seat belt.

"No, my car's in your office. So just go to your office, get a car." Pinta Dian while taking a look out the window.

"OK," Jodi said as she gave a quick glance. Then drive his car.

Dian opened her phone and surfed on her social media. Much about the wife of a CEO selling herself, so in divorce her husband. "Crazy, how could it leak anyway?" murmured Dian while clenching her hands.

Netra Jodi's eyes glanced at him for a moment, then refocused her gaze forward.

Dian's heart kept on churning. "What is it, Ibra spread it? ah. Unfair, unfair, unfair ...."

Arriving at the office, Dian immediately changed cars. "Thank you Jodi, I'm back." Pamit Dian's.

"Yes, be careful." Jodi nodded.

Dian rushed to start the car and drove fast. On the way, he called someone. "I'm gonna see you for a second, now."

Then hang up, and return to drive the car at a fast speed to one of the places he wants to go at this time.

Dian is now in Ibra's office. It just so happened that Ibra was receiving guests, so Dian waited on the sofa a bit far away.

After Ibra's guests came home, Dian just approached Ibra at her desk.

"What's coming?" search Ibra. Looking up at Dian, his ex-wife.

"You, what the fuck? spreading our disgrace to the smell of medsos." Stare sharply and lips tremble.

Ibra. "What do you mean? why do I spread my own disgrace you think I'm crazy" Ibra said in a resentful tone.

"Everything has spread, and everyone knows it. Even people scoffed at me selling myself-"

"Do you feel that way?" ask Ibra. Cutting Dian's speech.

"You mean?" I looked at Dian.

"No, ask your conscience, is it possible that I spread it? so ... Don't blame me anymore, already. I still have a lot of work." Ibra told Dian to come home subtly.

"okay." Dian stood up and kissed Ibra's right and left cheeks. Then say goodbye.

"Be careful." Ibra muttered when Dian wanted to cross the door.

Dian stop her steps. And look towards Ibra. "Yes." Yeah." Then he continued his steps again. Keep walking while daydreaming.

Ibra plays ballpoint on finger. About who dared to spread the news, even after the photo and video checks were spread. Then Ibra called Irfan asking about it, he swore he did not know about it. Because after sending to the master and showing to Dian at that time, he did not save anymore. The phone is clean.

Ibra keeps thinking who. Then he called Zayn, Not waiting for Zayn to come. "Sit down."

"What's wrong? make deg degan aja nih." Zayn stared curiously.

"This, about the photos and videos of Dian spread on the internet. Please find the spreader, we've tried to be a private secret, no need to be a public secret." Ibra tapped a finger at the table.

"Yes, it's difficult dong Bos if it's spread. Let it be pulled though" said Zayn. Shake slowly while looking at the news on social media.

"How come?" tanya Ibra looked curiously.

"All we can do, don't get hooked on this news. Think of it as it is, we continue to focus on our business and so on. Don't be fooled."

"Yes anyway. The only one who was cornered was Dian, she who would feel the impact even more." Added Ibra.

"He started the Boss, so of course he's ready for the consequences." Connect Zayn with his leisure.

Ibra did not answer but to look at Zayn's relaxed face. For a moment they were silent, busy with their thoughts.

"Don't forget, tomorrow we leave for Surabaya. So you gotta get ready." Zayn finally spoke again.

Netra Ibra's eyes glanced and nodded. "Yes. I remember, I went home first. See you tomorrow morning pick me up at home." Ibra cleaned up what was on the table.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Zayn moved from his seat. Then it passed from Ibra's room.

After Zayn left, Ibra came out and accelerated to the parking lot.

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"Darling, what's cooking?" asked Rahma after being near Laras who was cooking with Susi.

"Sup ribs, Mah. Sama rendang meat," said Laras glanced at the in-laws.

"You don't get tired, you have to rest a lot. Let Mama help Susi, you sit down sweet." Leads Laras closer to the chair.

"Ah, Mama .. I'm tired of sitting on," said Laras while holding his stomach.

"If you're bored, take a walk ahead. Sit in the park, wait for your husband to come home. No need to sit in the kitchen." Added Rahma's mother.

"Yes, Mah ..." The barrel finally nodded.

There was the sound of a car coming in and the sound was clearly Ibra's car. Laras's gaze was fixed in the direction where Ibra would appear. Sure enough, Ibra walked gontai.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. dear, Mama too."

Ibra immediately embraced the wife, then approached the mother.

Ibra sat down near Laras who prepared a warm tea. "It's a drink."

"Goodbye" said Ibra, pulling the cup. "Tomorrow morning Brother wants to fly to Surabaya with Zayn. At most 3 days. Take good care at home, Oya Irfan will be ready here to take care of you."

"Oh, yes hopefully everything is smooth during there, Bang" said Ms. Rahma while stirring vegetables.

"Amalein, Mah. Thank you for that." Ibra pulled the tip of her lips smiling.

Barrel to the room, carrying Ibra's suit. Followed by Ibra while opening her tie, wanting to take a bath. Body feels sticky. Arriving in the room, Laras helped open his shirt. But after the smell in his hands is strange.

Laras' nose snorts Ibra's shirt. "Cock smells, weird?" glancing at the bare-chested Ibra.

"Huh, em ... what's the smell? that smells like farpum, my dear. Nih kiss my body," Ibra's hand pulled Laras' head into her chest.

Laras returned the embrace, infiltrated and drowned his face there. "Tomorrow to go, huh?"

"Yes, honey. Why kangen?" investigate Ibra, and her hand rubs her back gently.

Laras did not answer, he was the most prestige when it comes to having to express his feelings for the husband.

Ibra's two hands kept Laras' shoulders out of his arms. To face him and to see his face. "I'm only 3 days, baby, and I'll be back soon. To you and our baby."

Ibra brought her face closer to Laras's. He landed his kiss on his forehead and both cheeks, and ended up on his lips. Given the lack of repulsion, Ibra pulled his nape to deepen.

Over time the touch demanded more, his passion rose. The sound of a simple breath is increasingly triggering, perfecting the desire to do something.

Without warning, Ibra raised Laras' body. Mambuat Laras jolted and surprised, but he only resigned to what he would receive at this time. Ibra lay on the bed slowly and pulled the clothes attached to the wife's body, until all was clearly visible in the eyes of Ibra.

Gently, Ibra touched all parts of the wife's body. His second breath was hunting, without wasting any more time. Ibra also did the unification very softly, so that the co-star feels comfortable. Nearly an hour, time passed to play hot.

Sometimes Laras bit his lips so as not to make a pleasant sound, but Ibra always said. "Just let out your darling voice, don't hold it. I want to hear it."

The barrel often felt embarrassed, when the small voice escaped from his lips. Her face flushed. But Ibra liked to see it, finally Ibra disobeyed the ritual. And his body collapsed on the wife's body. "Ah .. I'm tired dear." Cuph landed a kiss on Laras' forehead.

They both entered the bathroom and cleaned up. Continue working on magrib together. After that, they went out to the dining room.

"Well .. do you look so fresh?" put Rahma's mother on the boy and his new-coming spell.

Laras was embarrassed. While Ibra smiled and pulled a chair for his wife. "You haven't eaten yet?"

"Yet. Waiting for you, let's eat together" said Mr. Marwan.

Laras prepared the dishes for Ibra first. Pouring every menu Ibra likes. Then they started eating very well.

"So afternoon Mama met dear Ludia ma'am, she was very disappointed with her daughter's behavior. He regrets that all this happened" said Ms. Rahma.

"Yes, he repeatedly apologized for us forgiving him. And fix things." Added mr. Marwan.

"That, there is no way Pah .. can't be that easy," said Ibra in between meals.

Laras was just listening, because he didn't know who they were talking about.

"Mrs Ludia, I really hope that someday your relationship will return, he said," continued Ms. Rahma again.

With the words that Rahma said, Laras understood. If the chat material is related to Dian. Laras can conclude that the Dian family hopes that Ibra and Dian will reunite.

Ibra looked at Laras who nodded. Like understand. "Honey how to eat it just stirring? eat dong. How much less nutrition will our baby be?"

The barrel of the mesem, then put the food into his mouth. "Eating satay." said the same thing.

"Well, did I find it?" Ibra stand.

"Eh, no-no, no. I'm not serious, I'm gonna spend this." Error Barrel.

"Loh, he said he wanted satay. At least I ordered." Ibra stared fixedly.

"No ah. Less needed, next time. My brother ate. Want to add more?" ask Laras.

"It has. Pretty dear." Ibra sipped her drink.

After eating, they chatted for a while. In the end, they both went into their rooms. In the TV room, only Susi herself watched her event.

Ibra and Laras sat leaning on the bed, Ibra's hand pulling Laras' body into her arms. Laras also shifted his seat to get closer to the husband. "Don't be angry? we were talking about him."

"Oh, not pa-pa. Why should I be angry? besides I told you, brother kemba-"

"Already, don't discuss it again yes, meningan we discuss the other, okay?" Ibra's finger was attached to Laras's lips.

Laras doesn't talk about Dian anymore. But what he talks about is other things, including he will provide baby needs that have never been bought at all.

"Yes, just buy it, baby everything. What it is and what it looks like is a pity." Biting a little bit of his shoulder skin Anxious barrel.

Making Laras grin. "sick."

Ibra liked to hear Laras screeches, with Ibra instead adding his bite in the neck of Laras. With reflex Laras hit Ibra's chest.

"Sick, what the hell?" Laras looked up at Ibra's face.

"Yes, sorry baby. Worried, what else with this I'm so anxious." Kissing his wife's lips so softly and soulfully.

Laras did not refuse, he instead enjoyed every touch of Ibra in every inch of his body. The two are again preparing to repeat the game that they did this afternoon. Laras is resigned. In the body of the husband.

Ibra started to put their bodies back together. Slowly he did it. Very careful, his lips scooped up those wet Laras lips. And deepen the game. The eyes of the two looked at each other, as if exploring each other.

And his increasingly passionate desires spur each other's passion. Which is getting longer and more lustful. The passion goes up, the longer the heat.

Ibra's lips further developed her smile. Although how many times he felt the peak, but he did not feel satisfied either. So that his hands do not stop also guerrilla to every inch belongs to Laras. Especially the twins who are always challenging to plural.

Baras body keeps moving amusedly made. Because Ibra did it more and more mischievously, Laras' smile continued to carve on his lips at this time. Laras is really satisfied, this time can provide enough supplies for the departure of Ibra tomorrow.

Pick up phone ....

Pick up phone ....

Ibra's phone reads, Ibra and Laras look at each other. But he was reluctant to lift it, very awkward. Finally let it go ....

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