Marriage Contract Letter

Pudding is not good

The scorching sun seemed to burn the skin, but Ibra instead soaked in warm water that had been prepared by Laras not to miss the aroma of therapy Laras dissolved there.

While Laras prepared a change of clothes for Ibra, shortly in the clothing room. Laras immediately went out and sat on the couch playing his new phone, watching his favorite drakor.

"Which book is it, then,? ibra's voice startled Laras was busy watching.

Laras looked up and glanced at Ibra's ready clothes on the table. "That's .. I've prepared Sir," pointing at him.

Ibra picked up her clothes, and soon approached Laras, sitting on the shoulder of the sofa. "Watch what?"

"Oh, is this drakor sir?" sahut Laras raised his head high looking at Ibra who was still not neat "Why are you not ready?"

"This is ready" said Ibra glanced at his body, then approached the mirror. Taking perfumed oil in spray to his body, the fragrance so much as to float in the air. Fulfill the room space.

"Tidy up my hair," glanced at Laras.

"Haa .." but Laras immediately got off the couch and approached Ibra and tidied her hair. "Taking hair alone should be helped by people," Grumbled Laras in the heart.

Ibra's eyes stared at Laras's face from the mirror's nonstop reflection. "Sweet and submissive girl."

"Already sir," Baras stored the hair oil and comb onto the table.

Ibra opened her eyes, "Love."

Then Laras took the work coat, put it on Ibra's body. After that they headed to the dining room.

"Oiya sir, thanks for the gift?" laras said in between his steps behind Ibra.

"Oh, yes," replied Ibra briefly, her face flat.

"Master?"

"What else?" Ibra turned towards Laras.

"Only your parents live abroad huh?" Laras ventured to ask.

"Yes, why?"

"Ah, no sir!"

They reached the dining table, the two sat together. Laras took the dishes and some of his favorite menus.

"Oh yeah, I made a pudding." The barrel stands close to the refrigerator.

"Let Susi get you Madam," Susi precedes opening the freezer.

"Oh," Laras retreated back, sitting next to Ibra.

"Do you make pudding? it must be bad taste, bland," Ibra said with a smile on her face.

Laras. "Enak just said it's not good, rasain just said it."

Susy smiled as she presented the pudding made by Laras earlier. "This is Madam, sir, sorry that Susi tasted, it tastes good," said Susi felt guilty for taking the pudding first.

"Oh it's okay! just eat, really, is it good? not just make my heart happy." Baras looked at Susi hoping for an answer.

"Really Madam! it's delicious, seriously," Susi assured.

Laras tried the pudding, sip, tasting how it tasted. Laras nodded his head. "Enak! sweetness fits."

Ibra looked at Laras who tasted his pudding which seemed to be appetizing, from its fragrance, its appearance.

Saw Ibra staring at him. The barrel scoops the pudding and feeds the Ibra. "He opened his mouth" said Laras.

"Again, eat" said Ibra, shaking her head.

"Have the food in his mouth first" whined Laras.

Ibra swallowed her food, then opened her mouth to receive a pudding feed from Laras.

Laras looked at Ibra curiously. Want to know Ibra's opinion about her homemade pudding. "Where, good?"

Ibra tucked the pudding slowly. "It tastes good too, the sweetness is just right, the fragrance is gushing into the nasal cavity."

"Sir how does it taste good?" again Laras was curious about Ibra's answer to the pudding.

"Em ... just always," said Ibra, then feed her lunch.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" bu Rika bowed respectfully to Ibra and Laras.

"It's Mom, said Mr. My pudding is not good. But Susi and I said it was good, try tasting Mom." Laras scoops the pudding and then feeds Rika's mom, obviously Rika's awkward to get treatment from a young mistress who wants to bribe her.

"Eeh .. let me alone Mistress," took a spoon from Laras' hand and put it in his mouth.

After the pudding went into her mouth Rika said. "Enak! very tasty," Rika's mom kept her spoon.

"That's good, why do you say that you're not good?" Laras looked at Mr. Ibra who turned his gaze pretending not to hear.

After finishing his meal. Ibra stood shifting the chair, moving her legs back to the office. As Ibra walked, she said. "I said it wasn't good, it wasn't good."

Laras stared intently at Ibra's back. "Based on the tongue of a rich man is different from the tongue of a man who has none! look you're gonna look over here, 1 2 3 4." The barrel counts to four, he's sure Ibra will turn around.

In the count of four, it was true that Ibra stopped her steps standing on the spot.

"Turn sir, look at me. Tell me that the pudding I made was delicious," Inner Laras while looking at Ibra's back.

I don't know why Ibra wanted to look back. "Usually Laras kissed the back of my hand, why not now?" Ibra turned her body and looked back.

Laras who was still sitting in the middle looked at him, seconds later looked down. I dare not look into Ibra's eyes.

"Didn't you want to kiss my hand?" ibra's heavy voice from afar.

"Haa .." murmured Laras but with a standing reflex, his steps were fixed on Ibra.

Laras grabbed Ibra's hand and kissed the back of his hand. "That's dong." Ibra grinning.

"Is the other Master's wife like this too?" Laras briefly laid and then lowered back.

"No" said Ibra briefly, then passed swinging his steps towards the lobby.

Bu Rika and Susi sat with each other while smiling at the master, they felt happy to see his master with the young mistress. Than the others.

Baras daydreamed for what he thought, after that he sat back at the table spending the lunch that had been delayed. Join the other assistants who also have lunch.

Laras looked at me with a smile. Lunch was so full of warmth. They were eating them chatting, joking and laughing.

"Madam! is there anything we need to get?" rika's question was to look at Laras, who was laughing at the assistants' chatter.

"Oh no Ma'am," then Laras stood up, approached the sink, washed his hands and ate his old dishes.

The ringing of the phone Laras rang, making Laras reach into his pocket, the phone screen emblazoned with the name of the contact Love.

"Aish .. just got out of the house. Just call, what's the matter?" murmured Laras while wiping his hands.

"Hello?"

But there was no sound from there.

"Hello .. Mr. .. What's the matter, sir?" Barrel spoke many times but still there was no answer. "Aish ... Why call if there's no need, wonder!"

At the office, Ibra was calling Laras, but he didn't speak at all. Simply hearing the rambling of Laras from sebrang, Ibra gave a smile.

"Haha. Barrels." Ibra.

"Sir, this is a file that needs to be handled in the tent." Zayn provided important files.

"You, the habit of going in doesn't knock first."

"Haa... I was knocking on the door, but you were so serious about your phone, so it's not my fault. Enter without permission."

"Couldn't you?" Ibra scrunched her forehead.

Zayn sat at the table with his arms crossed. "I looked around .. It looks like you're starting to fall in love with your young wife" Zayn said. Making Ibra stop the hand that was researching the important files.

"You know what you're about love? you've never been in love. Close to women just for fun, don't want to commit."

Zayn nodded. "Yaps, know about love, that's right. Because I don't want to commit, I don't want to wear my heart. Afraid of falling in love, getting hurt."

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