Marriage Contract Letter

Mubazir

Baras was silent, not a word he took out. He let them say what, even though in his heart goiter, upset with the joke of Ibra who said about more than one wife.

Mr. Marwan was just laughing, he knew that Ibra was just joking not really mean it.

"Mah ... Brother was just joking, Mah .. It's impossible that Brother, marry again. What you have let go, now just one, do not want to share anymore. Moreover, want to have children, not Lah, brother do that again," said Ibra while spending his meal.

"But, enjoy. Let Dian kiss the right and left cheeks huh? isn't that no longer a muhrim? in the hug, in the kiss. so can a lot huh? it's a pity that it's made red." Chirps Laras without looking at the person intended.

Several pairs of eyes were fixed on Laras who was engrossed in eating it. Then they sat with each other, with their own thoughts.

"Well, loh .. got to Abang. Listen to his wife, no woman would willing her husband to another woman-"

"Mama .. it was not intentional, dear accidentally," Ibra's eyes turned to the wife alternating with the mother.

"It wasn't intentional that you were, maybe he was the one who wanted it intentionally. Don't be naive darling .. she's still chasing you. Still hope to refer you, you don't go to the gatelan either. Close to him who is not your wife status anymore, even a moment to tap the hammer too," said Rahma at length.

"Whoever goes to the gatelan, Mah .. there is-there is a deh Mamah." Elak Ibra shook his head.

"That's the proof, just in the hug kiss. What is his name if not-" Rahma's mother hung up her words, for Laras raised his hand.

"Enough, Mama. Brother, don't talk about that anymore. My head is dizzy, if you want to refer me there. Maybe it's better, than I'm supposed to snatch people's husbands," Laras' voice trembled. And he stood shifting his chair, passing away from the place. Bring a heart that hurts.

Mr. Marwan and Ms. Rahma exchanged looks. "Tuh. Quickly persuade your wife, don't stress her out. Mama doesn't want ya, mama's daughter-in-law to why!"

Ibra went after his wife who rushed to the room. With his wide steps clearly easily overtake Laras in the room and want to drop himself on the bed.

The geph!

Ibra caught the wife's hand. "Darling, why so sulky?" ask Ibra and invite Laras to sit sweetly together on the edge of the bed.

Baras did not respond, but rubbed his tears that continued to flow and slide into his cheeks. I don't know why his heart hurt. Perih and upset, as if his presence had no meaning at all.

"Darling .. I was just kidding. I told you, just kidding. Not really. Let alone reverse or refer, no dear. Do not sulk like this, later you stress continue to hurt. Our children will also follow the sick anyway, dear brother with you. Same with our son." Ibra's hand was directed to Baras' distended stomach.

The other hand clasped Laras shoulder into his arms. Kiss the forehead warmly and gently. "I promise. Whatever happens I'll have only one wife, yes it's you. Not the others, believe me. Don't sulk anymore, don't cry anymore. His head will hurt." Ibra again pulled the head of the wife to her neck and pecked at the top of her head.

Laras was silent and his sobbing sounded, but he did not refuse at all with Ibra's gentle treatment of him. Even his face increasingly infiltrated the chest of the husband, inhaling the aroma of his soothing body. How comfortable it is to be in the arms, drowning the face in the chest of the field of the husband.

Ibra's palm stroked Laras' back very gently. "Don't like a lot of thoughts. I'm here, looking after you. Tomorrow you want to take your brother on a pilgrimage, right?"

This time Laras' head looked up. Staring at the face of Ibra who was also looking down on him. "Are you really going on a pilgrimage?" search the barrel to confirm his hearing.

"Yes, honey. Brother's going there." Cup! kissed the wife's forehead briefly.

The laras liver warms and flowers. Finally Ibra wanted to make a pilgrimage to the grave of his parents, without having to invite or force him. Lips of Laras carved a smile. "Thank you?"

They look at each other. Netra eyes the two were intensely staring at each other. Then Ibra's two hands framed the beautiful face of the wife, her fingers slightly stroked her soft and delicate cheeks. So smooth the ants slipped reluctantly nempel there.

"Not many more thoughts, huh? I belong to you only one. Only yours, nothing else." Touch his nose with the nose bangir Laras, then down to the lips.

Barrel closed his eyes, shadowing Dian. Hugging and kissing her husband without feeling awkward. He took his face away from Ibra.

Ibra was astonished. "Why again?" his voice was very soft and slightly trembling.

Laras replied with a shake and looked down, not daring to look into the eyes of the husband. His heart was upset again. Disillusioned.

"Yes, we pray first. After that we rest." Invite Ibra, pull the hand Laras invited to the bathroom. Ibra breathed a heavy sigh. Could have failed to get rations tonight.

Barrel tailed behind Ibra. On his lips there was a smile, for some reason.

After the two congregation salat isya. The barrel lies down and pulls the blanket until it covers the chest. Ibra is also lying down after pressing the remote controller lamp and replace it with a dim light beam. Glanced at the wife who turned her back.

Ibra lay on her back and her face slightly facing towards the wife. "Darling, don't you give me tonight?"

The barrel pretends to be yawning and sleepy. Pretend to close your eyes and glue the blanket. Not returning the husband's words.

Ibra waited for an answer, but there was no response from his wife. "I have no pity on this husband of yours, from the afternoon you were tense. Make a dizzy darling," put a chin on the shoulder of the master who also does not respond.

He himself this time is uncomfortable if he has to force the will, even though his desire is on the rise. And tense from earlier, his eyes briefly peeked at the wife who seemed to have been closed.

Laras pretended to be asleep. But on her lips came a smile, hearing her husband sulking.

Ibra frustration. Sleep gedebag gedebug, right and left beds. Obviously heard by Laras people do not sleep. But intentionally let Laras.

Then Ibra woke up. Grabbing his laptop, he opened and surfed looking for busyness there. But his desire can not be spared with anything, the desire that dominates him is really torturous. He closed the laptop, put it back in its place.

Grabbing a glass of mineral water on the table, he sipped it to the toilet. Cold sweat came out from all over his body. Baras opened his eyes, he felt the uneasiness that Ibra was feeling at the moment.

Long ago Laras felt pity too. "O Allah .. have I sinned?" looking at the room ceiling. Then turned her head towards her husband who looked furious.

Ibra who felt wronged, was very tormented made. Sleeping on the wrong side, lying down is uncomfortable. Snorep what else. Finally he woke up again but glanced to the side, his wife was already facing and staring meu towards him. "Darling?" murmured Ibra while sitting his body upright.

Laras reviewed his smile, then moved his bead to the wall clock that had shown at 00.00, was starting to sleep it around 20.30 until now not a single moment closed his eyes.

"Why haven't you slept?" ask Laras full of search. And pretend not to know.

Ibra turned her eyes in another direction. "Em, no pa-pa hasn't drowned yet." Answer as soon as possible. His feet went down to the bathroom.

The hand of Laras caught Ibra's hand. "Where are you going?"

"Toilet. I want to piss."

"Don't be long," the Laras pinta, and immediately let go of Ibra's hand.

Ibra stared at the wife. "Why? go to bed first, baby." Then continue his steps.

"Hem," snorted Laras.

About ten minutes. Ibra came out of the toilet, her eyes found her sitting on the shoulder of the bed and looking at her.

Ibra crawled up. "Not sleeping yet?" pull the blanket a little.

"How long in the toilet?" search Laras with her words.

"Astomachache" replied Ibra, her hand grabbing Laras' shoulder, pulling her into a hug.

"It hurts his stomach?" Laras looked up for a moment.

"It wasn't." Ibra muttered and gave a little kiss on the wife's forehead.

Baras's plump fingers danced in the chest of Ibra's field. "Is right? don't want to go back to Dian anymore."

"But why do you want to be hugged and kissed?" muttered Laras with an annoyed tone.

"Darling, I guess it's just a normal hug doesn't mean anything, a kiss is just cheek, nothing more." Ibra. His hand stroked the long hair of the barrel.

"But, I-" Laras did not continue his words.

"Jealous? my jealous darling. Thanks huh? if you're jealous, it means you love me. Thank you dear," again gave a kiss on the forehead Laras.

"Hem .. geer."

The face of Laras in the lift looked at the husband. Want to know, ask not? doesn't he want it.

The netra of Ibra's eyes moved fixed on the pink chewy object. Even in the dim light, but clearly visible. Ibra stuck it up and locked it in there. Because there is no rejection response, long move and me**** very gently.

Laras' hand continued to rub Ibra's chest that field and play a small object there. It gave rise to a strange feeling Ibra felt in her body.

Occasionally the pagutan stopped, looking at each other in dimness. Both breaths are hunting. Ibra's hand can no longer be denied guerrilla to everywhere, especially in the twin hills belonging to Laras which expands due to her pregnancy. Sometimes it sounds de***** scrumptious from the lips Laras. Although slow and restrained but clearly heard by Ibra.

Makes Ibra more and more passionate. In an instant, Ibra's hand took off the clothes worn by Laras, until now his body was plain without a thread. Except for the blanket that covered her body, Laras looked timid.

After stripping off everything that was attached to his body. Ibra went inside the blanket, staring at his innocent wife and distended stomach. But for him, his wife looks sexy. Not wasting any more time, Ibra positioned herself and me**** the lips of the wife. Down to the neck and down again to the chest.

Alternate with the hand that m*****soft that hill. After being satisfied to play on the two hills, finally the main ritual occurred. Slowly and gently the union occurred. It happened to spend two hours more, to the point that the body of both of them was so tired, finally the body of Ibra also fell on the body of the wife. But his heirloom is still there, splashed in the valley of the wife.

"Ugh .. so tired." Ibra muttered, then whispered. "Thank you dear. I really enjoyed it," Ibra's voice was so heavy and the sound of a simple breath of both filled the room.

Drowsiness also comes, and accompanied by fatigue. Eventually, both fell asleep and had a dream. Previously Ibra positioned his sleep hug each other, the blanket pulled to cover the body of both well.

After the morning. Ibra had run small on the complex road. While Laras walks leisurely behind her husband.

Ibra retreated and approached the wife who looked tired. "Drink first baby," gave the wife a mineral bolot.

The baras took it and gulped it. "Small."

"Yes, yu's rest?" Ibra led Laras' hand to the empty substation and sat there.

Still early in the morning blind gini, the substation was deserted. Not many people passed by, Ibra and Laras sat together. Ibra's hands rubbed a small towel on her shoulders and neck that was full of sweat.

Laras sees her husband wearing a singlet shirt and shorts, revealing his white, hairy thighs.

"Why baby?" Ibra turned and looked at Laras.

"No," said Laras.

"Will you go home, what do you want to do?" ibra asked as he put his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"Go home, tired." Baras nyerah with his tiredness.

"All right, we're going home. If it is not strong I carry," Ibra bargained and stood pulling his hand Laras to stand.

"No need, I'm still strong," Reply Laras while walking.

Now they walk casually with their hands together looking very friendly. From far away there were a pair of eyes looking at the affection of the two of them.

Yes, Miftah from afar looked at Laras and Ibra. Envy of the happiness of both, Miftah took a deep breath. Then throw it away violently.

His love for Laras has not changed, although he already has a wife and children, but his feelings remain the same.

Netra Ibra's eyes caught a sight that was less wearing. He saw Miftah sitting on his motorbike with his eyes fixed on the two of them, Immediately Ibra lifted the body of the wife, in her cradle to go home. And Laras gasped with the reflexes of Laras' hand embracing Ibra's shoulder.

"Say napa first?" said Laras staring at the sweaty face of Ibra.

"Let's be quick and not tired" said Ibra as he continued walking. Bring the Barrel home.

Miftah who saw that was shrinking and hot, her lips were smiling bitterly. Then turn on the motor, then leave the place.

The smile on Ibra's lips rose. Satisfied to see the passing Miftah with a flat face looks ordinary.

When they got home, the two cleaned up. Then breakfast, happened to be mom Rahma and husband had breakfast first.

Ibra and Laras had breakfast together. As usual, Laras took the husband first, then for himself.

"Bismillah." Barrel started eating his breakfast.

"When do you want to make a pilgrimage?" tanya Ibra glanced at the wife.

"anytime soon. After eating, I'm the only Irfan who brought his car?" bans Barrel.

"okay." Ibra nodded slowly.

Breakfast was over, both of them ended by drinking a glass of water. Ibra turned to Susi.

"Sus. Where's irfan?" tanya Ibra's full of search.

"Em, Mas Irfan .. just washed the car, sir. What does Susi want to call?" Susi looked at the master.

"just say. Just take us to the place yesterday, make a pilgrimage," Ibra said to Susi, looking at the clock in her hand.

"Oh, good sir." Susi nodded respectfully. Then retreat to meet Irfan who was in front.

Stand up and wash your hands in the sink. Then swung his steps into the room, followed by Ibra from behind.

Ibra sat down and opened her laptop. While Laras was working on duha. Ibra focuses on laptops and work. The eyes focused on the screen while his finger was busy typing.

After duha, Laras folds and tidies his prayer apparatus. He kept it on top of the drawer, took the veil and then he wore it neatly.

Behind the focus of the eye to the laptop, there was still a second blind eye Ibra peeked at the reflection of the face Laras in the mirror that looked beautiful and graceful.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of the door being knocked from outside. Netra Ibra's eyes turned to the door leaf ....

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