Marriage Contract Letter

Longs

Irfan and the man were roaring from a distance, Irfan sitting alone at another table. Make it more free to watch over or guard his employer from bad people.

"Darling, when will you take us to your parents' grave?" ask Rahma's mom between her meals.

Laras bengong for a moment, it is true that he had not made a pilgrimage for his parents' graves. The last time it was there before marriage, until now has not been there again. "Tomorrow in the morning, Mah, we'll go there. I also have not made a pilgrimage for a long time," said Laras then lowered his head to stir his drink.

"Tomorrow, ready for Pa?" mama Rahma glanced at the husband who immediately responded with a nod. "Mom is ready.wanted from long to there."

"Yes, tomorrow. I miss it too." With a haru tone, so remember the two parents who have been missing since he was a child.

"Don't you, baby?" ask Rahma to come back.

"Lumayan Mah no later than one hour" said Laras.

"From a long time ago, he-"

"Yes, from when I was a child" Laras' voice cut Susi's words.

"Oh." Susi.

"Everything, I was put into the orphanage by uncle," Laras recalled looking glazed in his eyes.

Ms. Rahma rubbed the back of Laras. "Uncle? have we ever met your uncle, baby." Look at Rahma's mom. Marwan also nodded in curiosity.

Laras. "No, I met long before I got married."

"Know home? mr. Marwan became kepo.

"Not really, sir." Again Laras shook his head.

"Loh, who? but yes it is. May tomorrow or the day after meet again." Added Rahma's mother.

Irfan who was next door only listened to the chatter of the master.

At the table in the corner Dian and Jodi were enjoying their dinner while chatting. Every now and then Dian glanced at Irfan, the person who showed his behavior in Lombok.

Jodi, feel good to see Laras there. Although it can only be seen, it seems that it is not yet time to talk about if they are cousins. Let's find the right time later. Her thought.

"Jodi?" call Dian while sucking his drink.

"Hem, what's wrong?" Jodi turned her gaze from Laras to Dian.

"Looks ... Do you like my honey?" dian looked at Jodi.

"Ah, not really. Just be usual."

"Not to worry, I know you're harboring her same feelings. Yes ... Now she's someone's wife, but who knows if one day her husband would prefer me and let her go" Duan said.

Jodi glared perfectly. Especially now that he knew that Laras was his brother, the further Jodi's ugly mind went to have him. "Your mind is narrow, Dian. You can't think like that, let them live happily. You are eliminated is not anyone's fault or Baras, but your own fault. Remember that, so don't say that again." Obviously Jodi.

"Well, how are you angry? you should be happy dong. So you can have a whole-fia"

"Enough, don't talk about him anymore. Whatever it is. You should know that I want her to be happy, with no one to bother you." Jodi yelled towards Dian. His head turned right and left, profiting a bit further from elsewhere.

Dian wonder. Frowning him. "You why? okay-okay. She's a perfect woman, not like me." she admitted. Upset, angry. Was trying to help, uh got snapped from Jodi. Dian's face is red.

Dian pouted, not opening her voice anymore. He is still upset with Jodi.

Jodi's eyes glanced at the manyuning He. "You can be the perfect woman. Loved by many, as long as you change. Fox all your bad folds, get rid of all your ugly thoughts. Don't oeang others, I must admire if you become such a figure." With his sharp eyes.

Dian was speechless, his eyes glancing towards Laras who was far away. Dian also acknowledged Laras the figure of a graceful, kind woman. According to the husband, plus his appearance often wearing a hijab adds to his beautiful aura. It is only fitting that her ex-husband long fell in love with her.

Then Dian looked down. "If I wanted to change, would you help me?" said Dian softly.

Jodi. "What help?"

"Yes ... help, I have to teach a lot?" added Dian with a meaningful glance.

"Oh, God willing. I'll help you as much as I can, if you have any intention of doing so. Change it better," Jodi continued.

"If I want to learn prayer, you can help me, right?" dian said.

"Okay, I'm sure I'm helping you, um you never-"

Dian shook his head immediately. He used to have no intention even though he often saw people praying, Ibra even though rarely but praying. Especially after marrying Laras, Ibra changed more and more. I often ask Dian to pray but for various reasons. It's ogah-ogahan.

"What was your husband, I mean, the ex didn't rhyme or ask you to pray?" investigate Jodi while staring flatly at Dian.

"She .. likes to pray. But I'm wayward, I don't want to." I'm Dian.

Jodi breathed a rough breath. "Mukena's?"

Dian showed off her white teeth, grinning. "I forgot where it was."

Jodi shook her head slowly. "Back here, buy it."

Dian nodded. "OKAY. Yu we walk?" straight away from her sitting.

Jodi stood up. And keep some money under the bill, then. Both of them walked away from the place.

Dian and Jodi's steps did not escape Irfan's attention. Because what he caught with his eyes. Jodi always stole a look at Laras.

After eating, Laras and the others moved from their seats, about to go home. Laras called the resto workers to pay, after pay. Everything passed leaving the resto.

In the parking lot, Laras was approached by a begging mother, Irfan immediately stopped. But Laras asked. "Let's go, Mas I'm sure he's a good guy" Laras said, taking some money from his bag.

The man thanked and said the prayers of all kindness, all smiling happily. Look at the Baras that the man prayed for.

After that Laras got into a car that had been opened by Irfan. Now everyone has sat down and put their belts on.

Irfan launched a mobi, after making sure all passengers were wearing belts. The car drove at a moderate speed, splitting the street decorated with street lighting lamps, which lined the edges.

Along the way, only the sound of the engine was heard. Susi who usually babbles, looks tired and full. Rahma looked tired too. While Mr. Marwan in front seemed to lean his head to the back of the seat. Laras shook his head and then took a look out the window.

Arriving at home, Laras immediately entered the room. Change clothes and take water wudu for prayer isya. After that he sat on the shoulder of the bed. Picking up the phone with Ibra's chat intent, but he called first. Through vc.

Ibra: "What's dear?"

"Just finished the prayer. Just came home shopping, tired," said Laras staring at her bare-chested husband, and wearing a bathrobe.

Ibra: "Oh, I'm so sad my wife, ck ck ck. Later if I'm there brother incandescent huh?"

Laras while flirting with his aunt: "Ah, that brother is not a pajitin. It even makes me crumple my body even more."

Ibra: "Ha ha ha .. but it's delicious, right?"

"What? oyas. Have eaten, and salat," asked Laras, looking at her husband.

Ibra: "Dear ... How is my baby?"

"Well, Papi," said Laras as he rubbed and looked at his stomach.

Laras. "No. It's healing. Oya, permission tomorrow? going to my parents' grave with mom and dad."

Ibra: "Can you, ask Irfan?" he's the one who brought the car. Don't be alone."

"Yes, not alone, mom and dad are going there" he said." Add Barrel.

Ibra: "Yes, baby can. How come I've never been invited?"

"Have you ever asked? or want to go there, never." Glassy-glazed Barrel eye beads.

Ibra gasped to see the bead of his wife's eye pooled. "Yes, honey I'm wrong. Don't sad. Later when I come home we will make a pilgrimage together, huh?"

Barrel rubbed his wet eyes. So sad to remember the parents who have been gone since childhood, Ibra who watched was not hearty. Losing it close would have been loving embrace, but now far apart.

Ibra: "Don't be sad, baby, I'm sad when you're sad. Later baby we are sad to see Mommy cry."

Again Laras rubbed his cheek. "I'm tired. I want to sleep."

"Take a nap, not a pa-pa. Brother's still missing, want to see you. And want to hug you," woo Ibra.

Mesem barrel. Then pull the blanket and lie down, Ibra added a sigh. Try this time not out of town, want to feel like lying down and hugging the body of the wife.

Seeing the wife lying closed her eyes. buttons on her chest deliberately left open, so that it was clear her skin was smooth white. Something down there suddenly woke up. "Damn, wake up again." as Ibra said. Immediately turn off the vc connection.

Baras opened his eyes and smiled faintly at the swearing of the husband, who immediately turned off his vc.

Evening changed in the morning. Darkness is replaced by the arrival of the body-warming solar. The barrel has taken a shower, just want to dress the cellphone has sounded.

"What else is it?" mumbled Laras while receiving vc connection from Ibra.

Ibra's eyes immediately gawked at the magnificent scenery. The barrel is only wearing a towel. From the top of the chest to the knees slightly.

Laras was astonished to see her husband gawking, with his mouth gaping. "Why?"

Ibra, just pointing at herself with a finger. Laras did not ngeh, even back to ask. "What the hell?"

Ibra: "You, just finished your bath baby?"

Laras nodded and came to his senses. He pulled out a blanket to cover his body. "What's the morning of the phone?"

Ibra: "No, just want to see," he said with a happy smile.

"That's .. is it?" throw views.

Ibra: "Okay, be careful. Gonna go, right?"

Laras only replied with a slow nod. Then put on his clothes, after confirming the connection of the vc with Ibra had been cut off. Just picking up his clothes, the phone rang back.

The barrel rotates his eyeballs. Lazily he accepted back. "What else?"

Ibra: "Honey. Try to stick your phone to your stomach for a minute I want to kiss it. Just a moment baby, and feel the vibe."

"Uuh .. I guess what's going on?" laras. But he followed the husband's request. Slowly he stuck his phone right on the surface of the stomach.

Ibra immediately kissed his wife's stomach many times. It was as if it was real before his eyes. The body of the barrel vibrated, like being stung by electricity. His eyes closed, the kiss on his stomach felt completely real. Although it is clear what he did from far away.

Ibra: "It's a dear."

Baras kept his phone away, so the two could look at each other again. For a moment the two looked at each other with gazes full of intense longing.

Ibra: "Oh, baby. I love you."

Laras. Then bow, then continue the delayed activity. When finished and tidy, as well as the room is neat. Barrel just came out to the dining table.

There was the mother-in-law and Susi. "Which other? we have breakfast first, want to leave, early in the morning," said Laras while shifting the chair for him to sit.

"Papa and Irfan in front are having a coffee," said Rahma as she pointed to the front with her chin.

Laras's view followed what Rahma showed. "Oh, call me for breakfast."

Susi nodded, then came to the two people. To call breakfast, a moment later, Susi returned with a flat facial expression.

"Master and Mas irfan, don't want his breakfast yet. He said first, if necessary, then on the road. Now not hungry, he said," said Susi.

Ms. Rahma and Laras looked at each other. "Yes, let it be. We'll have breakfast."

The three prepare breakfast. "You want to come with Sus?" ask Rahma to Susi.

"Susi .. a lot of work at home, big lady. So don't come ah." Susi glanced at bu Rahma and Laras alternately.

"No pa-pa, at Susi's house." Laras nodded while feeding food to his mouth.

Barrel ended his meal with a glass of water. Then check the contents of his bag. Susi you be careful at home, oya maybe you need to buy something. Here's money!"

"Oh, but what do you want to buy?" Susi looked at the master.

"Yes ... just take the money." Barrel stands. Walk close to the sink to wash your hands and then wipe them.

While Rahma's mom went to her room for a while. The barrel swung its steps forward. Marwan and Irfan were chatting.

"Why don't you have breakfast?" ask Laras when both his legs are on the terrace.

The two men turned to the source of the voice. "Papa's been drinking coffee, Irfan too. Let's eat out later if we're hungry" Marwan said.

Irfan nodded. Justifying Mr. Marwan's talk just now. Then he turned off his cigarette butts on his finger.

"Oh, Papa, don't have breakfast? breakfast first yes, Mama bring it here." Rahma's voice to her husband.

"No, Mah. Just come home from there, or eat in the street as possible," said Mr. Marwan staring at the wife.

"All right, it's up to you." Timpal ma Rahma.

Irfan has opened the car door for Laras and Rahma's mom. The four of them entered the red BMW, then the car sped towards the cemetery. Where are the two parents Laras. Rested.

"Road xx, Mas," asked Laras to Irfan who focused on the streets.

"Okay, young lady." Irfan nodded. And drive the car to the destination of the employer.

The hose is about an hour's drive. Finally arrived at the parking lot. The cemetery that Laras is headed to. They walked into the cemetery.

There are two tombs side by side and bearing the names of Yati's mother and Handi's father.

"Well, Pa. .. This is the grave of Laras' parents" Laras said. Appointing the two tombs. Laras knelt down and recited a prayer for his late parents. No tears fell ....

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