Marriage Contract Letter

Noble intentions

Laras came back to the husband who was smiling happily. Lips continued to publish his smile.

"Darling, what's it doing to them?" ibra asked as she grabbed back Laras' hand.

Baras stared for a moment, until he finally said. "Do men like to be seduced?" scrunched his forehead.

"What do you mean, baby?" ibra's hands moved to embrace his wife's waist. "The man likes to be seduced, let alone his wife."

"I don't like it the most, not that I demean my people, do I. I most disliked the male seductive woman who had been caught living her life on the wind. Though knowing that the man had a wife-" Laras paused his words.

He took a deep breath, then he exhaled very long. "Try if you know that the man is poor has nothing, there is no way they want anything else until they are willing to be his wife. They just want fun. Likewise, men when his life is struggling with treasures must be a lot of lyrics here and there. That's why there are a lot of infidelity or something like that" said Laras.

They are already in the car. After all the seat belts, the car drove at a moderate speed.

"Don't quip baby, 'cause my story isn't like that. My life is like this now, not at all from zero with Dian. Absolutely everything was there before marriage as well. And I married more than one woman, you know the story too, right?" Ibra looked at the wife who was leaning her head on her shoulder.

"That's why I don't want to be too fancy. I think I'll be matre. No matter the man is married which is important luxury smoothly continues. However, I also often hear the grapevine sound that blows into my ears. Obviously just want in the honey of her rich husband, obviously dong want to get pregnant. His life will be assured. So ... don't overindulge me with luxury, treat me as usual," said Laras, his hand holding Ibra's hand and linking his fingers.

Ibra was stunned to hear the words from the wife. He put his lips on Laras' forehead. Gave a friendly kiss there. "But baby .. That's your right, I as a husband take responsibility to give what I have. What do I do and who do I have a lot of money for, if not for my family? listen to the words of our loved ones. And we're not really the result of an affair or anything, let alone you snatching me from another wife. Not at all dear, I consider this the destiny of God that unites us both." Ibra's hand squeezed out Laras' smooth, waxy fingers.

"The better step, the property is much donated, to the home or who is it. There are still a lot of people out there who are lacking. Eating is hard too. Moreover, can eat well, have no place to live, can not afford school." Head Laras slightly looked up at the husband who also subdued the view there was himself.

Irfan was just listening from behind the wheel. Really his heart feels amazed by the figure of the woman who became his master, in this day and age there are still women who want to live a simple life. Even though her husband's life is very mixed with treasure. The heart of the orphaned woman was glorious with her vision. Or the advice he gave to his husband.

"I'm too busy, baby, to take care of that. That's why I want to trust you to take care of it, please use the money as best you can. Brother believes you will be able to manage it, you want to use donations where it is up to. My job is to manage the company just to grow and the results you set. Okay?"

"No want ah, dizzy also if you have to chat yourself. Especially with my condition that is pregnant with gini," he muttered Laras slightly shook his head.

Ibra's lips are attracted to form a smile. "Honey. Many people you can trust to run to the place. Just give the order and give the money, keep asking for evidence, be done. You just show me, baby. Sometimes we go out into the field. You want to make scholarships for children who are not capable but their brains are smart and smart. Please, do what you want. Cause I believe your intentions are good, baby." Again put lips on the forehead of the wife.

Barrel close your eyes. Then looked up at the husband. "So I set it up?"

"Dear, all your good intentions do. Use the money that will be in your ATM, if it is lacking or requires something talk. May Allah always bestow mercy on my wife who has this noble intention." Cuph pecked the back of Laras' hand.

Really this trip is not felt, know-tau car has entered the courtyard mension. Laras head looks up to observe the mession he once lived in. The first time she set foot after becoming the fourth mistress of Malik Ibrahim. Barrel wastes his breath rough.

Then Laras followed the steps of the husband who pulled his hand to enter. All the residents of this house welcomed the arrival of Laras happily. Miss Rika hugged Laras.

"Welcome to the Young Madam?" nod respectfully.

"Yes, Miss Rika. I just stay here not to move," said Laras with a friendly smile.

''Oh .. no matter, we are obviously happy to see the Madam often seen in this session." Timpal Bu Rica.

Ibra immediately took her to a private room, Laras also obeyed the wishes of the husband.

Now that they were in the room, Laras was standing in front of the stretched window glass. See the view outside from the window. The weather outside was shady as if it was going to rain.

Ibra hugged Laras from behind. "I feel like I miss the old days. When my wife always serves me here."

The head of Laras. "What was there that I never served you?"

"certainly, always. I'm just saying .. miss the atmosphere here, baby. Not never noticed or not taken care of." Pecking the neck of the wife who immediately goosebumps.

"Want a shower? I prepared the water, yes" Laras took off the husband's embrace. But instead of getting stronger.

"Current. Take it off, I want to go to the bathroom." Grouser Laras.

Ibra stuck her chin. On the wife's shoulder, of course Ibra's body leaned forward. Because he is taller than his wife.

"In a moment, I still want it this way." His hand rubbed his wife's distended stomach.

"It's noon, we pray first yes," very softly. Then Ibra took off her hug and took Laras' hand to the bathroom.

After returning from the bathroom. Both of them immediately perform dzuhur prayer. After that Ibra cleaned while Laras prepared Ibra's dressing, he put it on the bed. Countless times have Laras yawned due to the drowsiness that attacked his eyes.

Finally Laras laid himself on the bed without wearing a blanket, both eyelids Laras immediately closed and achieved his dream.

Chequek!

The bathroom door is open. Ibra appears with a towel wrapped around the bottom of her stomach. Hand rubbed her wet hair with a small towel. Netra his eyes found the wife sleeping.

"Honey .. bobo?" ibra whispered by the wife's ear.

There was no response from the wife, other than her regular breathing. Ibra landed a kiss on the wife's forehead and cheeks with his anxiety. After being satisfied to look at the beautiful face, then Ibra took the clothes that had been prepared on the bed.

After wearing clothes, and fragrances. Ibra took her step towards the workspace, carrying a laptop. Before leaving, Ibra approached Laras who was soundly asleep. Several times he gently kissed his forehead, cheeks and ended up on the lips of people who did not respond to anything. Ibra's lips pulled a smile, then continued her intention to dwell in the workspace.

Afternoon, Baras just woke up. Opening his eyes that felt as tight as it felt sticky for him to open. Squinting his eyesight saw the surrounding situation so quiet. Even Ibra's shadow was not visible there. "Where is he? but that feeling of not saying to want to work."

The barrel slowly descended toward the door leading to the balcony. The barrel stood, the dark weather caused the sky to cry. The rain lights up the atmosphere this afternoon.

Then Laras re-entered, a step which he swung towards the bathroom. Occasionally shaking his head that feels dizzy and sleepy.

Once in the bathroom, do not waste time. He immediately soaked on the bahthub, with warm water. With a very soothing aroma therapy. Barrel's head looked up at the ceiling with its eyes closed. Enjoy the fresh water on the bahthub.

After satisfied soaking, Laras also cleaned himself under the shower. Grabbing his towel robe, take the clothes that were available wardrobe owned by Ibra. After taking one outfit. Baras immediately put it on, after performing the ashar, Laras wanted to find Ibra.

"Where is he? how come there's no visible nose?" Laras intended to call but no doubt the intention was undone and his steps led to a room adjacent to Ibra's private room.

Slowly Baras' hand stretched out and turned the door handle, he turned and slightly pushed inwards. Ibra was sitting in his seat of power. Eyes glazed clear eyes, facing a laptop. With eyes focused to the screen and fingers busy on the keyboard board so serious.

Slowly Baras took him to the Ibra table, where several bottles of mineral water and snacks were available.

Seeing the arrival of the wife whose eyes were intensely looking at every corner of the room. Ibra immediately greeted. "Just wake up, baby?"

"Hem." Laras turned his head and sat down in the chair in front of Ibra. "It was 30 minutes ago anyway. Brother has salat yet?" downright.

Ibra turned her gaze to the clock that was coiled in her hand. Already showed at 16:30 wib. Seraya. "Not yet."

"Hem .. pray first there, it is obligatory." Tell Laras while taking a bottle of mineral water for him to drink.

"Yes, baby .. just a moment, go on." Ibra replies with eyes back to the laptop screen.

Laras' eyes stared expressionlessly at the husband. "Abang .. will run out of time. Leave the job." Very gently. Ibra did not respond. Barrel stood up and approached.

With a soft hand Laras grabbed Ibra's hand from the keyboard board. "Darling ... hear me, right?" the sound of the barrel and the gaze was very soft.

Ibra's hand routine stopped. He gasped at the call of his wife. Ibra's eyes moved to look at the wife. For a moment the two pairs of eyes were looking at each other gently but meaningfully.

"Salat first, the time will run out," repeated Laras. With an intense gaze.

Ibra came out of the work room, headed to his room with the intention of performing prayers and first took water wudu.

The breathing of Laras is heavy. Both eyes stared at the husband's departure. "Hem ..." a little shake. Then look through the lined books, then pick up one book on business.

Some time passed, Ibra came back and found the wife sitting on the sofa with a book in hand. ''Don't want to go for a walk, baby?"

Laras turned his head for a moment, then turned back to the book. "Lazy ah."

Ibra doesn't talk anymore. He sat back in his chair, and struggled again with his duties. Not felt with the passing of time. I heard the sound of Adzan Magrib sounding beautiful.

Baras' body moved and closed his book. Wiggling favourably pulled his stiff bones. "Magrib. Salad first." He muttered with his eyes on the husband.

Stand up and bring his steps closer to the curtain and close it. Reversing the body back to Ibra, Laras' hands were coiled around her husband's neck, which was so focused on his laptop screen.

Ibra looked at the hand dangling from her neck, cuph dyed her briefly. "Why baby?" his eyes looked towards his wife.

"Why? dah magrib's. Don't hear what," said Laras slightly pushing his lips forward.

"Yes-yes. Oh, honey, it's." Ibra shut down her laptop. Then stand up and hold Laras' hand in his room.

The two walked out of the study room towards Ibra's private room next to the workspace.

Currently the two are preparing to perform prayers together, with the husband and wife especially congregating prayers magrib both. After reciting the prayer, Laras grabbed Ibra's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

Likewise Ibra pulled the head of his wife he kissed the top of his head very friendly. For a moment they hugged, as if to pour out longing and affection. Ibra put her chin on the top of the head of the wife who was in the arms.

Ibra's stomach was rumbling and asking for food rations. "Darling, hungry. Eat yu?"

"hem, yes. I'm hungry too." Barrels move and settle the former prayer. After that Ibra's hand held Laras.

"Yu," the two walked into the elevator to reach the kitchen. Minutes later, the two were on the floor.

At the table are available menus favorite Ibra and Laras. Everything is complete, Miss Rika directly prepare a plate for the master.

"Mom, Rika .. Let me just ma'am. Don't bother, let me take it myself" Laras said after sitting in the chair Ibra provided.

"It's okay, Madam. Once in a while. As a sign we're very happy that the Madam is back in the session." Kekeh bu Rika's.

Laras turned to the husband who turned his gaze towards the direction. "I'm just nginep, ma'am .. I don't want to stay here anymore." Obviously Laras saw Rika's mom taking turns.

"It's okay, Madam. We are very happy to see you here.

Then Ibra and Laras started their dinner. Eat every menu available at the table.

"Yes, Mama Rahma has been told yet we come back here? I forgot to tell Mom or Susi. It was noon when he arrived here drowsy benget," said Laras in between his chewing.

"So, my brother told me from noon too. I also told them to come here but-"

"But what?" asked Laras with a curious look.

"Say, tomorrow. It feels more comfortable there, he said." Ibra continued and put a spoon in her mouth.

"Oh." Baras continued eating.

No one else continues the conversation. In addition to focusing on dinner. Occasionally in the basil by drinking a gallon of juice water, Laras saw a toilet Ibra plate. Just asked.

"Want to eat more?" ask Laras while taking Ibra's plate.

"Pretty darling. Brother is full, you just eat a lot so that our baby is healthy." Ibra's hand rubbed the wife's stomach.

"This is also a lot, later my body will be more round, ih" he said while taking his glass.

"No pa-pa, it will also be normal again if it is born." Ibra said while stroking his wife's head.

After eating, the two returned to their rooms. Previously Baras helped clean up dirty dishes, although bu Rika forbid.

Ibra wants to go to the workspace to continue her duties. But Laras whined to be accompanied by rest. And Ibra granted the wife's wish, after they had prayed together. The two climbed onto the bed, Ibra sat leaning back and Laras was in the arms of her husband.

Under the dim light, the two chatted adorned with jokes and laughter. Before the drowsiness came to them both.

"Darling, caesar's birth later? don't-"

"I want to be normal" Laras' voice interrupted Ibra's words.

"No-no baby, caesar. Later your core changed. caesar aja," kekeh Ibra while rubbing the hair Laras.

"Why? it's normal, the name also gives birth," Laras looked up.

"If it's normal, I'm afraid my paradise will change. And a long time to wear it. If caesar, your core area is not disturbed. Mama said so, too," said Ibra.

"There are also many drugs, even if the natural is normal. Many herbal remedies are said to be better and natural," said Laras less agree that later cesarean delivery.

"Look yeah?" Laras got up and sat cross-legged beside Ibra, looking very serious.

Ibra added a pillow on her back. Ready to hear the words of his wife.

"Normal or caesarean. Will not change the shape of the core area of femininity. It is very elastic and will return to its original shape. After the birth can exercise kegel loh, precisely by caesarean many are at high risk." Barrel cupped both his hands. "I beg .. Let me be a normal person. Except-"

"Except what dear?" ibra asked gasp and sat himself upright.

"Except .. I can't be normal, for example there is something that does require caesarean. Whatever, the decision is in your hands as my husband. But ... If I'm fine and able to go through labor normally, what's wrong? yep. I beg you." Laras looked at me with his hand still cupped in front of his chin.

For a moment Ibra stared at the two beads of the glaring eyes of Laras. Ibra's hand lowered Laras's hand. "alright. If it wants you, but .. if indeed the medical party requires to choose a caesarean section. Must be for your good too."

"Thank you darling?" laras said her face was blissful and reflexively kissed Ibra's right and left cheeks, then hugged her husband's body back.

"Everything dear." Cuph gives a brief peck at the top of the wife's head.

"But .. if, if I had to choose between the two of us. Just pick our son, save him!"

Ibra was surprised to hear that. Then keep Laras' body out of his embrace. "Why talk like that? why," asked Ibra his eyes began to dew.

The two blind eyes of Laras moved to look at the two dewy eyes of Ibra. "And if only," said Laras.

The two looked at each other, again Ibra swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He could not imagine if the speech Laras ....

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