Marriage Contract Letter

Regretting

"Don't talk weird baby, don't make me hang." With a hard look.

"Emang why?" ask Laras wonder.

"I'm scared." Ibra muttered, her finger stroking Laras' cheek.

"Hem, what the hell is a Malik Ibrahim afraid of? if one wife is missing, will grow other wives are beautiful and sexy and so on," said Laras flicked his lips.

"What are you talking about, honey? the more you talk." Ibra.

Seeing Ibra's face so tense. The barrel chuckled, laughing. Makes Ibra astonished.

Ibra's hand stuck to Laras's forehead. "Why you?" staring at the wonder of the wife who kept chuckling.

Laras wrapped his hands around Ibra's neck and looked at her husband with a smile that continued to crack. "I'm okay, I said if. Strain his face."

"How am I not tense, baby. I'm scared, your tone of speech is making me shock." Ibra's hand pulled the wife's shoulder into his arms.

Ibra hugged the wife's body tightly while muttering. "Oh Allah .. Save them both. My son and wife, I love him so much." Raising your head to the ceiling.

Laras' smile had not faded from his lips. Then closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort of the husband's embrace. Ibra's kisses landed repeatedly on the head of the wife.

The night is also rising. And drowsiness also attacked the two pairs of eyes of the husband and wife who were increasingly friendly. There's nothing to do tonight but a pretty tense chat for Ibra.

But at dawn, Ibra woke up with her junior. Most curious if not yet perform the daily ritual. His hands are more attractive the body of the wife to be more attached to his body.

The barrel only muttered a little and moved his body slightly. But only for a moment, then fell asleep again. After last at 01:00 woke up to perform evening prayers.

Ibra's eyes looked at the sleeping wife. "Dear awake?" whispered Ibra in the wife's ear.

"Em ... What time is it?" squinting his eyes at the new clock shows at 03:20 a.m. "Hour 03.lewat. Still sleepy."

Ibra glanced at the clock, then saw the wife who closed her eyes again. Ibra's hand grabbed Laras's hand and aimed at her junior who was awake and tense.

Suddenly Laras yells, feels holding something pan*** and moves. "U-snake." stood up and opened his eyes wide. Waving his hands.

Ibra got up and grinned. Closer to the wife who is not fully aware of it. "Darling ...."

Barrel shook the blanket as if looking for something and was frightened. "There was a snake"

"Darling ... where is the snake here hem?" ibra put his chin on his wife's shoulder.

"But just now" said Laras while rubbing his palm. Then looked at the husband even though in a dim light. "So what?" with his hoarse voice.

Ibra again directed Laras' hand to the spot, which Laras said was a snake. But Laras immediately forcibly pulled his hand, swallowing his Saliva which was stuck in the throat. Then take your eyes off to any place.

"Can ya?" ibra Pinta. Staring at the Wife waiting for permission, but her hand touched the cheek then down to the neck and down again until stopped on the surface of the hill that Ibra felt was not wearing a barrier in it.

Outside there was the sound of heavy rain. Accompanied by flashes of light. "Rain." Laras Mumbled.

"Yes rain," Ibra replied while guiding the wife's body lying under her hut. Small, gentle touches kick-start their personal rituals.

Baras resigned to what her husband would do. With the touches that Ibra gave, no doubt Laras desire also surged up. He began to burn with his will.

What's more Ibra, his desire rose to the crown. His blood was boiling and wanted to immediately channel his desire.

Ibra and Laras increasingly unite b**** both, Hand was not separated from the beautiful hills and teasing. Occasionally Ibra me***** its like a thirsty baby.

Baras' hands slowly unbuttoned Ibra's pajamas one after another. Until finally there is no more attached to the body of the two, except for the blanket that is the cover.

Did not feel the time has shown at 05. passing, both just ended the hot activity. A fun and warm ritual. Very supported by the atmosphere of rain that is now spatter.

Ibra's body fell down too. Fatigue due to his wrestling with a fairly long duration. But his heirloom still felt at home soaking in the heavenly valley of Laras which could not belong to anyone other than Ibra.

A few minutes later, Ibra and Laras cleaned up. Then hurry to perform dawn. After that open the curtains and stand on the balcony breathing fresh morning air. The rain water began to subside.

Ibra who had wanted to sleep again was not so but a small run in a gym. Laras asked the assistant to make warm milk for Ibra, and brought it to the room only.

After being satisfied standing on the balcony, Laras turned his body about to enter the room. But Ibra was already standing with a small handak in hand, to wipe his sweat. The clothes worn are still T-shirts and shorts.

"Have it, though?" tanya Laras looked towards the husband.

"It has. What's in here? cold, the weather was raining again," Ibra's face looked up at the sky.

Laras nodded and looked at the sky which was indeed cloudy. Ibra's body clutches the wife's body very tightly. "Em, kangen."

"Kangens? that is to say. The feeling of being together continues ah." Laras raises his eyebrows.

"Emang, can't that be? kangen same wife." Turning asked Ibra while looking down and raising Laras' face. Pasting his nose with the nose of the wife, then grabbed the lips ranum the wife who became opium for him.

While the two enjoyed a few times, a warm kiss on the chewy thing. "It's noon. Clean up first, keep changing clothes. Keep eating breakfast, oya I haven't prepared for you to eat breakfast." Lirih Laras while wiping the chest of the field of the husband.

"No dear pa-pa, the assistant must have prepared breakfast. You can't be tired of doing anything except serving me. It also makes you very tired," said Ibra gently and rubbed the cheeks and lips Laras with his finger.

Laras smiled and nodded, Ibra is right. Serving him makes me tired. Tired and sometimes make the whole body feel crumpled.

"Yes, already. I want to clean again. Just get me my formal dress." Ibra Pinta. Before it passed, he briefly kissed the wife's forehead and cheeks.

"OK, uh. All I've prepared, see what's in bed? clothes to wear, "a little grumbling after the husband entered the bathroom.

Step Laras swung into the room, closing the balcony door slowly. Walking while hugging her stomach, sitting on the sofa waiting for Ibra.

"Madam, the warm milk is ready" a voice came from behind the door.

"Oh, come in. Ma'am." Answer the inside.

The door opened and an assistant entered. Bring a glass of warm milk in a tray. It's stored on the table.

"Thank you, Mother." Barrel smiled towards the assistant.

"Yes, Madam." The assistant nodded. Then he turned his body out of the room.

Barrel turned his head towards the bathroom door, Ibra appeared with a wet hair flick using a small towel.

Baras approached by taking over a towel to dry his hair. "Take the warm milk first" said Laras, pointing at the table with his chin.

"Warm husband? already," said Ibra briefly.

Laras scrunched his forehead. "When? I've been drinking."

"Then, wake up. Original, from the source."

Laras was more confused, not understanding the meaning of Ibra. "Not understanding ah."

Ibra was friendly while shaking her head. Then grab her clothes on the bed. Then he put it on and Laras also helped Ibra to wear clothes until neat.

After finishing, Laras picked up the shoes and squatted down. Wear it. "It." Mumbled Laras while spraying perfume again into the body of the husband.

"Thank you dear." Ibra's hand grabbed Laras' head and then in his kiss.

Barrel closed his eyes, then smiled happily. The two of them left the room for breakfast at the dinner table. Previously Laras drank the warm milk available at that table.

"No dear ... was already full from your su**" said Ibra while showing her white teeth.

Hearing that Laras immediately choked on a cough, uhuk uhuk. She understood what her husband meant. "Emang anyan?" curious.

"Already dong. Fertile instead," said Ibra while putting a watch in his hand.

Pensive barrel. "What yes? how come I don't realize," Inner Laras while slightly touching his chest.

"So from today, every morning I will take milk from the source directly. Let it be better." Ibra's timpal again.

Laras added bengong. And looked at the husband expressionlessly.

At the dinner table, Zayn was waiting for the boss. Zayn smiled as he saw Ibra appearing with Laras.

"For Boss?" greet Zayn standing up.

"Again, when did you come? ask Ibra while shifting the chair for the wife first.

"Just the Boss." Zayn sat back down and prepared for breakfast.

"Yes, already. Breakfast first." Ibra took the plate that Laras gave her, then her other hand reached for the glass that was filled with water to drink.

There was no chatter in the middle of their breakfast. There is only the sound of spoons and forks that meet the plate.

Ibra ended the breakfast with a glass of water. He stood ready to leave. "Darling I go first yeah, be careful here. Do not go home first, nginep again goods 1 or 2 more nights okay?" then kissed his wife gently.

"Oh, so want me, but who is the same? so envious! Ha ha ha .." said Zayn.

"Marry food." Ibra turned towards Zayn who was already standing. And bring me Ibra's laptop bag.

"You don't drive me down, afraid tired. It's just here, remember. Don't be tired."

Laras nodded, then grabbed Ibra's hand and kissed her back. "Be careful."

"Yes, baby." Cuph again kissed the wife's cheek, then rubbed it.

Zayn nodded respectfully at Laras, then left first.

"Assalamu'alaikum." said Ibra.

"Wa'alaikumus salam ..." Laras' eyes stared at Ibra's steps following the steps of his personal assistant, Zayn.

Zayn's car, which carried Ibra, sped up fast. Towards the head office. Zayn looked at his Boss who started to open the laptop on his lap. "It seems like the Boss should be preparing for the media."

Ibra. "meaning? what else do you want to talk about?"

"It seems ... news of Dian's affair is back sticking out," said Zayn from behind the steering wheel.

Ibra's breathing was so rough. "That's already passed. Just knock the hammer."

"Actually profitable for Boss. Waging divorce proceedings, but behind it. Precisely defamation and a little disruptive to business" continued Zayn.

Ibra did not answer. Instead of throwing his gaze out through the window.

Zayn added again. "Video Dian's in the middle of the bullshit is spreading Boss again. Longer than before."

Ibra again gave a rough breath. His fingers were clenched, his face was angry. Notable with a hardened jaw and hardened teeth. Finally, he nodded and breathed out of his mouth.

"Find up, who has dared to spread it." Ibra.

"Good Boss. There are also those who proclaim with the title, Dian cheating because the husband is more affectionate to the young wife. There is also a media that gives the title. Because the young wife, the old one is thrown away, because the younger wife is more in love. The old man suffers-"

"Enough," Ibra's hand was raised. Sign enough. "I don't want to hear it anymore. No matter how much news is lost, at least stop there."

Arriving at the head office. Sure enough there were some reporters waiting for Ibra's arrival and immediately gave a hint of questions.

Ibra did not answer. He kept walking towards his study. Even if they do not want to lose, they continue to follow until they get what they are looking for.

Finally Ibra let them in and sat down. Ibra sat in her seat of greatness. "I don't want this problem to be exaggerated anymore, because I think of the past."

What about the video of your ex-wife that recently re-spread?" ask one of the media.

"I don't know knowing." Firm Ibra.

"Many media outlets cornered your young wife's name, how would you respond as a husband, whether to defend a young wife or-"

"I will definitely defend the right. And all the news that cornered him, it was all untrue. This incident may have been fate and it must all end and has absolutely nothing to do with my young wife" Ibra said.

"Are you defending your young wife because she's still your daughter and then you cover up? and all you see is the ex-wife's fault." Ask one media.

"I won't corner the cage, either" replied Ibra again.

"One more question from us, Mr. Malik Ibrahim. That right? Your ex-wife did the affair was simply inattentive or were you unfair?"

Ibra thought for a moment. Before answering. "I don't want to answer that, let it be my privacy and that of my ex-wife. I think ... everything is enough and my work is very stacked, thanks for coming. Good morning by noon."

Finally, the news-seeking media came out of Ibra's work, led by Zayn who had been silent a thousand languages. Because he has no obligation to cast his vote.

Zayn sat in front of Ibra, who gulped his drink many times. "Kok even more here the more intense, the media looking for news. Not yesterday it was warm."

"Looking out of the news topic time, I don't know." Ibra stared blankly.

"Well, I'm going to the neighborhood first." Zayn moved back to leave Ibra which also started his activities.

Although with a slightly chaotic mind, Ibra still does her job. Now his hands are busy with files and a laptop in front of him.

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It's been a few days now Jodi's in Semarang, at her parents' place. Mr. Mulyadi, an old man who was unable to walk, was in a wheelchair every day.

His days regretted his mistake of not being able to take care of his niece Larasati. The daughter of her first brother who died in an accident.

Before he wanted to take Larasti, Rustam his brother also brought me somewhere. Not only that, Rustam also spent the treasure of Dedi, yes it was the eldest brother who will be the inheritance for his daughter Larasati. The treasure until the ledis is no longer left by Rustam.

Now there are deep regrets, can not care for the nephew and can not keep the property as his inheritance. But now at least feel relieved, because Jodi came to bring good news that Larasati has been found, even living happily with a big businessman.

"Tomorrow Daddy's coming with me to Bogor. To meet Laras." Jodi's voice rippled the daydream of Mr. Mulyadi.

"alright. Dad is up to you, how good. If only you could bring her here, that's even better." Said the middle-aged man.

"It felt .. it was difficult to bring her here. She was heavily pregnant and was afraid of getting slandered, however. I'm the same she hasn't known him for too long and I haven't told you that we're brothers. If you go there, you can explain. How-how, I don't know the original story," said Jodi who sat on the sofa next door.

Mr. Mulyadi nodded his head to understand the expression of the son.

In the middle of the conversation between the father and the child. Jodi's phone rang, Jodi's hand reached into her pants pocket. He looked at the screen, someone was contacting him ....

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