Marriage Contract Letter

Upset and jealous

Laras is dumb. Why is Dian with her husband and Zayn? Laras welcomed Ibra's arrival by grabbing her hand and kissing her.

"Abang, you're home?" greet Laras to Ibra. Her heart still wondered why she was with Dian.

"Yes, baby." Ibra kissed his wife's forehead and was about to hug her. But Laras dodged with eyes looking at Dian who was chatting with the mother-in-law.

Ibra understood with the attitude of Laras. Maybe he was surprised or maybe he was jealous because he came home with Dian.

"Dians. How can I meet Ibra and Zayn, where?" mama Rahma's question represents a glimpse of the question in Laras' heart.

"Oh, we met at the airport, Ma. It just so happened that no one picked her up" Dian told her mother-in-law. But the tail of his eyes glanced towards Laras, with a meaningful glance.

"If you want to be picked up, why not talk. I can pick you up too. Irfan is there too, tell me to pick him up. Taxi lots, why ask to be picked up by the ex." Batin Laras fights arguments.

Netra eyes Laras turned to look at Zayn who was enjoying the coffee made by Susi. Zayn smiled and nodded at Laras. "Ihappily." Zayn.

Laras still does not understand Zayn's intentions. Ibra who was sitting near Laras turned to Dian, she chatted with her mother.

His hand reached for Laras' hand and then in his kiss with affection, and whispered something in his ear. "I miss you."

Baras shuddered to hear it. He's pissed. From yesterday afternoon until now Ibra did not give kebar and make his heart riled.

"Yes, Dian wants to go home first Ma. It just so happens that Mama's son is already in his habitat." Pamit Dian's. And the tail of his eyes glanced towards Ibra and Laras who were sitting close together.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks huh?" reply mom Rahma with her sweet smile.

Dian also parted at Laras. "I came home first, thanks for giving me a chance to be with your husband," Dian's slow cynical remarks really heated Laras' heart.

"Em, thanks brother?" Reply Laras showed his smile. As if I didn't care about Dian's words just now. If it looks like his heart is burning.

Then Dian hugged Ibra and kissed Ibra's right and left cheeks. "I'm home." With a happy smile.

"Yes, be careful." The message was in a flat Ibra voice.

Dian took her step, swinging out the Baras house. Approaching car. Not long after, Dian's car disappeared.

Baras stared at the husband intensely. "Why don't you ask Irfan to pick you up?"

Ibra reviewed her smile. "So at the airport accidentally met.he drove his friend. If you don't believe, just ask Zayn." Ibra's finger pointed towards Zayn who laid himself on the sofa.

Netra's eyes Laras glanced towards Zayn. Then turned his gaze back to Ibra, looking into her eyes. Find the truth there.

For a moment they sat. Ms. Rahma and Susi on-on enter with different goals.

Ibra stood up and entered her room. Laras looked at the back of Ibra who walked into the room, then Laras went to follow the husband.

"You want to take a shower, do you want to rest first?" ask Laras while locking the door.

Ibra sat on the couch. He opened it and kept it on the shoulder of the sofa. Barrel crouched down to open the husband's shoes, Ibra. Although the heart is still upset, but Laras did not hesitate to serve him and prepare the needs of Ibra.

"You take a shower first." Ibra's finger raised Laras' chin to look up. "Why is that pouting? angry or jealous."

Baras did not respond, he focused on opening the socks of the husband. Then keep his shoes in place.

Then return with the intention of sitting on the sofa. But his hand was pulled so that he sat on Ibra's thigh. Ibra's hand moved to embrace the waist of the barrel so as not to fall. While the hand Laras with reflexes embrace the shoulder Ibra. His heart was afraid to fall to the floor when Ibra pulled it.

"Speak dong dear. Aren't you glad I got home hem?" ibra's voice was very soft. Approaching the wife's face.

"Happy, who's the wife who's not happy her husband came home," finally Laras moved his lips back.

"Well, are you happy? but why frown so much" said Ibra, touching Laras' nose with his nose.

Face Laras away. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

"Oh .. that I was busy dear, did not have time to give news, anyways today I came home," said Ibra with a smug grin. Satisfied will make the wife mengedumel.

"busy? is not as busy as you often take the time to tell the news, usually also like to bring it no matter what I am again? this is from yesterday afternoon. No news at all, I'm worried. My heart is afraid of what's going on!" finally Laras ngedumel and revealed the contents of the heart.

"Suddenly went home with Dian. If you want to be picked up, I can too. Irfan was there, why ask to be picked up Dian.Taxi was a lot." Connect Baras.

Ibra became more and more anxious and showed her a fluffy smile. His lips were unceasingly smiling while staring at the beautiful face of the wife.

"Deliberately dear, I deliberately did not give you news because let me hear you mengedumelnya how. But when it comes to coming home to Dian's pick-up, it's just a coincidence, baby .. he dropped off his friend and met us by accident." Ibra stroked the white cheek of Laras with the back of her finger.

"Lies," murmured Laras.

"Right sweetheart ... Dian drove Jodi to the airport, and then we met, and it just so happened that the taxi we booked hasn't come yet. I didn't ask to be picked up on purpose, because I knew Mr. Barko was driving papa out and Irfan. He has to keep it here. Hbs."

"While I thought, I'm not worried. Not worried. Your fear of the napa-napa, you egotist." Laras subdues his ship in.

Ibra raised the face of Laras. "Yes, baby, I know. I'm sorry honey .. but now that I'm in front of you, what do you want to do hem?" ibra asked with a meaningful look.

Baras returned the husband's gaze. His chest suddenly rumbled, pounding so fast and blood rose with a rush.

"Come, what am I going to do? I'm resigned," said Ibra. His lips never stopped smiling, wanting to know what his wife was going to do.

Netra eye Condensed barrel. Glittering resentment and jealousy into one. All mixed together, then Laras hugged Ibra very tightly. He buried his face in the husband's neck. His lips were speechless other than the teardrops that fell on Ibra's neck.

"Loh .. kok cry, instead of wanting to upset her husband. Hit, flapain let's be satisfied." Goda Ibra was more pleased to see the reaction of the wife.

Head Laras shook his head slowly. "I'm scared, you're okay. I'm also jealous of Brother and Dian," said Laras, sobbing. "I'm not jealous that she's still your wife, but she's no longer your wife."

Ibra further tightened her embrace and rubbed Laras' back gently. "I love you. Love you so much" whispered Ibra in Laras' ear.

Laras' head was increasingly infiltrated in Ibra's neck with the position of Laras still in the lap of the husband. Both dissolve in the embrace as an expression of longing that some days are buried.

Then Ibra moved his body and carried Laras' body, carried him to the bed and then he lay slowly. Ibra fused her lips with Laras's natural red blush. Shout and gently caress the wife's cheeks that close the eyes.

Then touch and reunite, even this time getting passionate. Gently moving increased Ibra's desire. The touch is demanding. His fingers flicked the child's hair on his forehead and cheeks Laras.

Ibra's gaze grew foggy. Then the netra of his eyes moved with his finger that went down to the chest. Unbutton the Daster Laras and surf on his twin hills the wife.

The barrel drifts further in the atmosphere and dissolves in the pleasure of every touch Ibra gives, which makes his heart and mind fly.

"Magrib." His eyes glanced at the clock that was on the wall.

Ibra was disappointed. grabbed the rambunya frustrations, glancing at the clock is indeed 10 minutes more also adzan magrib reverberate. Sighs harshly, but before Laras goes down. He pulled back until Laras was back on his back.

"But baby." Whisper Ibra while looking closely at the face of the wife.

"What? no more magrib," murmured Laras and looked anxiously.

Ibra's lips pulled at her corner smiling. Then kiss and silence the lips Laras. A while playing there until Laras slightly pushed Ibra's chest. Because he's almost out of oxygen. Ibra did not immediately grant the wife's request.

It even deepened and his hand was*******one of the twin hills. Laras is getting louder, dodging. Pushing Ibra's chest. "Magrib is also .." rubbed his moist aunt and hunted breath.

Ibra grinned with satisfaction. "Yes, you know .. not strong how?"

"Bandi first gih, sticky tuh. The body stinks," said Laras while pulling the hand of Ibra who was still lying and looked his chest up and down. Uncontrolled. Something that made a tense look was clearly behind his pants.

Lips Mesem-mesem barrel and turn your eyes in other directions. Embarrassed to see it, then Laras rushed down to walk ahead to the bathroom.

Ibra glanced and smiled. Seeing the wife passing by, he wakes up and follows her to the bathroom. The door is not in the lock.

Without hesitation or embarrassment. Ibra took off all her clothes to enter the bahthub. Laras shook his head and swallowed his saliva when he accidentally saw something belonging to Ibra that was on.

Laras lowered his head. "Astagfirullah ... Elder brother. Shame on," he muttered Laras.

Ibra did not respond, he went in and soaked on the bahthub. Do not forget to put the aroma of therapy into the water.

While Laras out and perform magrib prayer. After greeting and praying, Laras sat on the sofa. Ibra's clothes are ready on the bed.

Chequek!

The bathroom door was open, and Ibra only wore a towel that covered the bottom of her stomach. And hands holding a small towel to dry the wet hair.

Laras immediately gave clothes and sarongs so that Ibra immediately performed magrib prayers. "Salat first, I'll hunt you down tonight."

Ibra accepted and nodded. He preached his prayer before others. After the prayer Ibra continued to tidy up and sprinkle fragrances on his body. The barrel helps dry the hair of the man who is husband status for her.

"Feed first, huh?" take Laras while tidying the husband's hair.

"Can't that be?" ask Ibra expectantly.

"What? papa and Mama must have missed their son. Want to talk, or something."

"Ah, usually also months. Not seen for years, no word at all." Ibra's voice while looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"That was when he was abroad. Now it is here Brother .." said Laras while hugging Ibra from behind.

Ibra's hand held the hand of Laras who was embracing her stomach. "Look, we'll eat first. Making love also needs energy."

Laras rounded his eyeballs, hearing Ibra's unsavory invitation to the end. "What a hell, it's not good at the end."

"He he he .. it's true baby, love also need energy. if there is no energy, not nothing lemes first!" ibra again.

A barrel placed the cheek on the husband's back. Comfortably. It does not feel like to get away from it and want to always feel comfortable with the scent of the body of the husband.

Ibra's lips were smiling. His palm rubbed the back of his wife's hand very gently.

"Yes, already. We eat first, right? let's go on later." Ibra turned her body. facing towards Laras. Cup! short tasting heads Barrel.

Ibra pulled Laras' hand, invited him to the dining room. And there the others had eaten first. Irfan, Zayn and the two men knew Ibra.

Seeing Ibra coming with his wife's hand, Irfan moved. Coincidentally the dinner was over as well as Zayn The two of them moved to sit in the living room.

Ibra pulls out a chair for Laras, after Laras sits down. Then he sat next to Laras who began to take a plate for Ibra.

"You look tired, dear" Rahma said to the son.

"Oh, yes Mah .. tired. Especially not in love with the wife," he said with a grin.

Baras rounded his eyes towards Ibra. Glared perfectly. "What the hell?" squealing Barrel with sound in hold.

Ibra's lips kept smiling. Likewise, Rahma and her husband chuckled to see her. "Now she is pregnant. Must be often in the nose so that it matures quickly said the old man used to ha ha ha .." said Mr. Marwan while sipping his drink.

"It is true, said Papa. Must be frequent, to be more mature. The baby is strong," Rahma half whispered to the daughter-in-law and her son.

"Unfortunately Ma's fruit, all ripe?" ibra asked between his meals.

Baras even met with red face showing shame. He dared not raise his head in front of his father-in-law.

"Eh .. let's be stronger baby. After a minimum of 40 days, the flow should not be mixed. Some even for months. Depends on me." Added the mother.

Ibra. "Oh my goodness ... long time, where can I hold Mah?" ibra said while smiling.

"Yes ... forced to fast, Papa also used to be that, how many months Ma?" asked Mr. Marwan to turn his eyes from Ibra to his wife.

"Em .. for almost two months, even every day whining. Every night messing around. Not strong he said." Timpal ma Rahma. Added with a nod Mr. Marwan.

Hearing that, Laras looked up and put a spoon in his mouth. His eyes moved to look at the people around him.

"If it's good that have more than one wife dong huh. There's a backup, ha ha ha .." joking Ibra laughed to herself.

The Netra eyes of Laras stared at the husband. But this time he no longer runs his eyeballs. Except for her sweet smile.

"Just son, brother, before you marry again step over Mama's corpse. Abang just talk that way." murmured mom Rahma so upset.

"Mama .. I was just kidding. Lagian Laras just smiled. Not angry means to allow you to marry again." Ibra is increasingly tempting the mother.

Ms. Rahma turned to look towards Laras who was focused on eating her. Occasionally feed Ibra. As if not angry at all. "Let him not be angry. You have to understand his feelings. Where is the woman who wants to be in honey? Papa take care of your son. Make stress Mama nih ah," massage her forehead ....

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