Marriage Contract Letter

Love concubine

The barreled towards the door. Then he wanted to open it.

"Darling, let me, please" stop Ibra while closing the laptop on her lap and lowering her legs.

Laras who turned his eyes towards the husband, undo his intention to stand up. He sat back in front of the mirror.

After being in front of the door, Ibra turned the handle. He turned and pulled it, it turned out that the knocking was Irfan. Stand on the front side of the door. Stare at him.

"Morning, Mister? it really needs my energy." Irfan bowed respectfully.

With a flat look. Ibra nodded and said. "Yes. Take us to the tomb the other day you came" Ibra replied.

"Good, Sir. I'm waiting in the car." Irfan twisted his body and took his steps out.

Ibra closed the door again, approaching the wife. Put both hands on the shoulders of the wife. "Darling, when do you leave?"

"Now also can," said Laras very softly. Her eyes looked at the reflection of her husband's face from the mirror.

"All right." Ibra helped his wife stand up by pulling her hand slowly. After standing Ibra even hugged the body of the wife even though her distended stomach stuck in the front.

The two chuckled, when they realized the distended stomach that was holding their arms. Then Ibra switched positions, standing behind the wife's body but not one bit let go of her embrace.

Ibra hugged from behind. Freely caress the stomach of the wife while inviting her to talk. "Hey. Big Papi, how are you today? you still feel at home there-"

"Darling ... isn't it time to get out yet, how the hell?" laras interrupts Ibra's words.

"Yes, baby," cuph! peeping the wife's cheek. "Well right there, don't make your Mommy bother or hard huh? Uh.. You know, now Mommy likes fierce Papi. Why ya?"

"Who asked who? what am I on baby," Laras's eyes glared violently.

"That's right .. just said that, Mommy's eyes have been glaring. Papi is confused, dear." Now Ibra knelt right in front of his wife's stomach and kissed her gently.

Hand Laras moves rubbing the delicate hair Ibra. With the affection she now feels for the man who became her husband.

Ibra's finger reveals the barrel clothing on the abdomen. In order to reach directly to his skin, stick the cheek on the surface of the skin of the abdomen of the wife. "But don't want to get angry continue Mommy dear. Tired, especially not to be loved to visit you. Papi tormented dear. Banget, don't make Mommy betmut again huh? so Papi can calm down."

Ibra's lips repeatedly kissed the distended stomach. Making both eyelids of Laras closed, feeling his moist lips of the husband and make his body slightly vibrate.

Laras sat back. Ibra is still in the same position, still inviting the baby in the stomach to interact. The baby also moves soaring with agility in the stomach. "Jeez .. his mercurial Papi whiz.

"Sick ..." cried Laras while grinning.

"Sickest baby?" ibra's search worried his wife was okay.

"That's the baby kicking my stomach." Tymphal Barrel. Still whimpering.

Ibra's palm gently caressed the wife's stomach. "Relax baby .. Cassian Mommy if you are too agile, Mommy will be in pain. The handsome hotshot Papi is calm .. Kasian Mommy." Instantly the baby was calm and not too agile movement. The face of Laras was not half that much anymore.

Ibra's lips smile fluffy. Likewise with Laras who smiled with sweetness. Then Ibra gave a warm kiss on the stomach of the old wife. Keep tidying up the clothes.

"Roads now don't hem?" asked Ibra very gently. He stood before his wife, his hands holding Laras' hands.

"Come on." Baras stood with his hands still in Ibra's grasp.

Then Ibra picked up her little bag. "Would you buy another bag, baby?" tawar Ibra after realizing that the wife's bag is only one.

"No ah, later not used, dear redundant, mending one but useful," he said while shaking his head.

"But that time continues?" connect Ibra while reaching for her purse put into her pants pocket.

"No pa-pa. The way out is rare, too." Timpal Laras is back.

"Yes-yes." Ibra nodded slowly. Then they left the room. Walk towards the yard where the car is parked. But before saying goodbye to Rahma who was watering flowers on the terrace.

"Where's papa? Maad." Ibra searched for the father, but the coincidence inside was not visible.

"Oh, Papa to Depok has business. Where are you going?" asked Rahma with a curious look.

"We want to make a pilgrimage to the tomb of Abang's father-in-law" said Ibra. Laras nodded adding to the husband's words.

"Oh, yeah. Be careful, don't speed?" mom Rahma's message nodded.

After the two kissed Rahma's hand. They also enter Ibra's car, which is driven by Irfan. After installing the seat belt. The car drove to the tomb of Laras' parents.

Irfan who is already apal with his path does not ask much more. With his focus he brought Ibra's car to his destination.

Ibra and Laras were silent and there was no talk of a word, except for Ibra's hand on Laras's shoulder. Taking her into an embrace, Laras drowned her head under Ibra's neck.

At first glance Irfan saw the employer from the rearview mirror. His lips smiled with a fluffy, happy with the happiness of the master.

"What do you want to buy, baby? snacks maybe," Ibra bargained with his wife when he saw many snacks on the side of the road.

Laras. "No ah, come home later" he said, sinking his face in the husband's chest.

Ibra's smile expanded, her happy heart was getting closer to her. Ibra also taped her hands to the waist of Laras which contained it.

"Okay, I'll go home later. Just tell me if you want to buy something." Then landed a kiss on the head of Laras wrapped in a veil.

Laras nodded, then closed his eyes feeling comfortable in the arms of the husband. After some time passed, finally Ibra's car arrived at the destination.

Irfan parked the car on the side of the road not far from the cemetery. But he didn't say anything. After seeing the master both sleeping.

After feeling the car not moving Ibra opened her eyes, looking right and left. On his chest still felt the head of the wife leaning.

"Where is this?" ibra asked as she squinted her eyes looking at Irfan.

"It's over, sir. This is Miss Young's parents' funeral area." Irfan said while sipping a mineral drink.

"Oh, over here?" Ibra spread her gaze around.

Netra Ibra's eyes moved towards the wife who was still sleeping soundly. Cup! pecking his head. I don't feel like waking him up. But Laras' body moved as well, especially his head, opened his eyes slowly closed again and opened again wide. And looked.

His fingers rubbed his eyes. "Have you arrived?" asked Laras with a hoarse voice.

"Already" said Ibra while rubbing the wife's shoulder. Take the bottle. "Drink first, baby."

The barrel sat upright and drank the mineral water that Ibra had opened before. "Thank you?" mumbles Baras.

"Hem." Ibra took the black glasses and put them on. At least avoid the glare of the sun. Don't forget the hat that covers his head.

I think Ibra looks so different. A handsome, plus a shirt sleeve that folds to the elbow. Before descending, Laras eyes did not stop looking at the husband who looked different. Serious and authoritative impressions fade, alternating with a more relaxed and charming appearance. But still kul.

The car door opened from earlier. And Ibra stood there slightly bowing. "Darling .. let's get down. See what the hell?" ibra said while wailing.

Barrels blinked his eyes. Then he gave a smile after realizing that Ibra was waiting. "Oh, yes."

Laras went down and walked in the arms of the husband while protecting Laras from sunburn. After arriving at the navel of old man Laras. He sits between the mother's and the father's tomb.

"This is the tomb of Father and Mother." The description of Laras on Ibra.

Ibra crouched down next to his wife. And immediately offered a prayer for the in-laws. So did Laras, he prayed and rubbed the tombstone of the mother.

"Mom, Laras is coming. With husband Laras. Sorry to be coming now. Barrels just got to take him now." She occasionally wiped the clear water that ran down her cheeks.

Ibra rubbed her shoulder. Strengthen the wife, behind her sunglasses. There are eyes behind it. His heart felt sobbed to hear Laras's outpouring of heart.

Ibra feels guilty. After all he was wrong so far did not take the initiative to make a pilgrimage to this place.

"I was wrong. Not thinking and not remembering at all that my wife has parents, maybe I'm a brash ghost. I'm selfish not understanding or not understanding my wife's feelings." Ibra finally muttered as well.

Laras looked up to hear Ibra talk like that. Looking at the question mark.

"I'm sorry. Haven't been able to make your daughter happy, until this moment I still let her down. Hurt his heart." Ibra lowered her head, then turned her gaze to Laras who was silently staring towards her.

"I used to marry her only because my wife asked for her, but I realized long ago that I loved her. And will make his only wife. I can't promise, but I will prove that I love your daughter very sincerely. It's not just because she's now pregnant with my seed."

"Whatever happens. I will take care of him as hard and as I can, now we are waiting for your granddaughter to be present. May Allah give smoothness to his birth later." Ibra rubbed the two gravestones.

"It has. Yu's home?" take Ibra to the wife who rubbed her hands on the surface of the mother's belly button.

"A minute," Laras' voice softly. His hands hugged the mother's tombstone.

Ibra let his wife stay there for a moment. Sometime later Ibra grabbed his wife's shoulder. He stood. "It has. Next time we can come back here, see him."

The Netra eyes of Laras stared wryly at Ibra. But not a word came out of his lips, his hand held by the husband dragged him to go home.

Even though his feet stepped away from the place. But his eyes sometimes look back. Ibra pushed him into the car. In love drink.

I don't know why his feelings are mixed. Uncertain and difficult to express.

Ibra muttered softly. "We're home, baby. Next time we come here again. Okay?"

Laras nodded. Then rubbed his cheek with a tissue. Ibra's finger raised the chin of Laras, he rubbed both cheeks of the wet wife. Then short-tape both cheeks.

"It has. Don't cry anymore, I'm here hem." Put a warm kiss on the forehead. Then bring Laras' head into the arms. She also enjoyed the treatment of her husband.

For a moment they were silent. Irfan was still waiting for the command of the master, to go home or stay in place. Finally Ibra's eyes turned forward, where Irfan was waiting for an order from him.

"Street, Fan." I did not forget to wear my belt.

"Good, Sir." Irfan nodded and immediately started the engine. Then drive Ibra's car away from the place.

As promised earlier. Ibra offered to buy something. Coincidentally, we went in for lunch.

"Darling, what would you like to buy hem?" ibra asked in a soft voice.

Laras looked at Ibra. Seraya frowned. "Gini heat is good times yes eat as cream," murmured Laras, then looked out the window.

"Can. But eat first, okay?" Ibra rubbed the head of the wife with a sweet smile. Replied with a nod.

"Find the restaurant first Fan." Pinta Ibra on Irfan who immediately got a response with a nod.

The car drove on until it finally found a fast food restaurant. The car pulled into the parking lot.

Ibra went down first while holding Laras' hand. Laras followed her husband's wide steps.

Ibra turned towards Irfan. Come on, Fan, shall we eat?"

"Em, I leave it at home, sir," said Irfan reluctant to eat with his employer at the restaurant. Lagian Laras is also there to take care of her husband.

"Mas, Mas Irfan's time is here, while we're eating inside. Come on." Invite Laras to stop his steps and turn Irfan.

Irfan, think for a moment. It is not good to refuse the request of the employer. "All right." He got out of the car following his second step.

Ibra chose to sit in a rather quiet place. The two of them sat down, while Irfan sat alone at a different table. Next to her.

Ibra and Laras choose some menus and special ice cream cover for pregnant women. Ibra turned towards Irfan. "Fan, what do you choose to eat for yourself?" and Irfan nodded.

"You look more beautiful, dear." Putting his finger on the cheek of the wife who was getting fatter.

"Yes, emang. How many kilos, so it's heavy. Easily tired too. What if later after giving birth more stretched, iiy ..." both shoulders Laras shuddered.

Ibra smiled funny. "No. If treated will not stretch, dear. Surely it can be like again, after all many drugs and exercise.

"Where can I exercise? take care of the child." he muttered Laras while sucking his drink.

"Honey .. 24 hours for children, not. There is a baby siter that will help you in taking care of the child! there must be time to take care of yourself. Especially if you live in the mension salon is also inside, you do not have to go all the way to the salon." Again stroking the wife's cheek.

"No need ah, let me go there once in a while and take care of myself there. Stay there do not want to." explained Laras while shaking his head.

Ibra scrunched her forehead. "Why don't you want to live there again? there's no one, baby, brother's wife is just you."

Laras. "No, don't make me stay there. If it's just for a night or two, I'd like to. But if to stay again do not want, any home here dear no one cared for. Aah ... Pokonya does not want, nginep can." said Laras very clean and soft.

"OK-okay, so if tonight we're going on the mension want to?" ibra asked as she leaned her face near Laras.

Laras nodded his head. "You."

"Okay, we spent the night in my private room, nothing like it used to be. Whoa, now there's only one room of ours." Ibra happy. And gave a brief kiss on the wife's forehead.

Orders came, both directly devouring the available food. So did Irfan at the other table.

"So we go home, go straight to the mension?" bring Ibra with hope. In between his meals.

Laras nodded. Signs confirm the request of the husband. Ibra develops her smile, Ibra's face looks very bright carves happiness.

Netra eyes Laras stared fixed husband in a hat, sunglasses hanging on the collar of the shirt. In the eyes of Laras today Ibra looks other and very handsome.

"Why stare like that?" search Ibra. His eyebrows are raised down.

"Ah, can't we eat?" elak Laras pointed at the food on the table.

Eat half of it. The barrel directly devours the ice cream.

"Darling, the food spent first. Mubazir's." Ibra looked at the wife who was enjoying her ice cream.

"What did you spend, huh? I'm full." With his potent tone.

"Hem .. I'll be fat. Eat a lot of gini." Ibra sighed.

"From the redoubts, right?" Laras thrusts her food in front of her husband. "Not in a mess."

The meal is over. It's time to go home. Ibra held Laras' hand. Walking together, many female visitors whispered.

"That's CEO Malik Ibrahim." The three women nodded.

"Yes, my goodness .. so handsome. Dong wants to be his wife. In honey I want to."

"Yes, it's obvious that this man is the king. Where is so cute. Oh my God .. use all bodyguards. You want to be his affair."

"I want to. So the wife who is so, willing to be his love concubine, especially when his wife is so pregnant. Dead me. enchanted me ..."

As soon as the whispers of young women clearly reached their ears. Ibra stopped walking and put on her sunglasses, to slightly cover her face.

The Heart of Barrel began to burn with jealous flames. He turned to the table where there was a young woman, just chirping. Steps turned.

"Darling to come home?" take Ibra while holding the hand of Laras who immediately released Laras.

Baras's steps came to a halt near the women's table. "Sorry what did you just say? you guys fascinated by that guy's good looks?" the Barrel's finger pointed towards Ibra.

The women gasped, not expecting that Laras would approach the four of them.

"You want to be his wife. Want to be her affair? you want to be made concubines of love by her?" search Laras with his leisure.

"You guys want to be like I said. Because what is it? handsome, handsome. Rich, because he's a CEO, who do you think your life will always taste good and be rich?"

"Yes, who wouldn't want to live such a luxurious life" said one of the women.

"I want to ask you all. If, that man wasn't a CEO. And you think he's a poor man, even if his face is handsome, do you still want to tease him? do you still want to have it?"

The women nodded and muttered to each other. "Where would you like. What to expect from a poor man. Despite being handsome and handsome, can you be satisfied with *******his good looks? not that."

Barrel smiled. "One more, even though I'm pregnant. I assure you, I can still serve my husband well. Even satisfy her." The smile was very satisfied. Have checkmate those women who have a red face. I'm not ashamed of anything ....

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