Marriage Contract Letter

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"Sorry, Dad. I'll pick up the phone first." Jodi stood up and moved away from her father.

Mr. Mulyadi nodded. His hand was outstretched to the table, where his cell phone was. Looking at the image of Laras as a child and at this time, her lips covered in a smile.

"Now you are grown and beautiful. Forgive your uncle La, for abandoning you." Sighing in rough breath. Then go down deep.

"Well, we're getting ready for Jakarta now, Dad." Jodi pushes his father's wheelchair. From the terrace he went inside.

"Mbok, prepare all the father's needs. We're leaving for Jakarta this afternoon" Jodi told his assistant. The middle-aged woman who looked still fresh was.

"Good, Sir." Official Mbok, then prepare all the needs of Mr. Mulyadi. Just like Jodi told you.

Jodi herself also cleaned her room and something that must be taken wherever she is. Like laptops.

Jodi sat on the edge of the bed with both elbows resting on her arms above her knees. His mind drifted somewhere.

"Jodi?" call the father who appears from behind the door.

"Yes, Dad. What's up?" jodi's eyes looked at her father.

"So who's calling. What's your girl? you never introduced Dad's future daughter-in-law."

Before answering Jodi fell silent and shook her head. "Not yet, Dad. There's no candidate."

"Masa? You're an adult, son. You're also handsome, and your career is good." Keep up the father.

Two corners of Jodi's lips are pulled. "It's not that simple Well .. it's not easy to get a good, proper woman."

"Well, I hope you get a woman like your mother. Kind and patient." Remember the father.

"Yes, Well .. according to Dad. Beautiful and kind?" tanya Jodi switched the chat.

"Oh, pretty. Beautiful, seems kind too. If it wasn't Dad, I would agree that you were dating him."

"Ah, Dad. There's just one." Timpal Jodi shook his head and glared at his smile.

"Honey, he can't be father's ghost." Breathing out heavily.

Jodi saw the clock in his hand. "We'll have lunch first." Then stand up and push the father's chair towards the dining table.

Mbok Officially provides food, especially for the father. Mr. Mulyadi's wife, aka the mother of Jodi, died 5 years ago. And who took care of Mr. Mulyadi all this time is the official Mbok every day.

The two began to eat voraciously, interspersed with small talk that made the meal felt. Tau-tau rice on the plate is already toilet.

both of them stopped eating by drinking a glass of water. "Mak, please." Jodi ordered the other assistant.

"Dad want to take a nap? we're leaving later in the afternoon." Jodi looked at the father.

"If there's still time."

Then Jodi helped the father to lie in his room. To take a nap, wait for the afternoon to get ready to go.

News on social media spread so fast it can be said as fast as lightning. Jodi shook his head to read the news about Laras who was stamped on the female actor, a young wife who was able to defeat the charm of the first wife.

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In Mension, Laras was stunned after reading the news. Many reported that she was an actor and so on, although her husband defended but not a few people sneered and cornered herself as a young wife. "Where don't you want to? the plays are rich, the ignorant actor," and other blasphemies that hurt the heart.

No doubt the news, let alone scorn or comments make him shocked, he sat on the floor and drowned his face on the sofa nearby sitting.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Ibra half ran from behind the door. Approaching the wife who was sitting on the floor.

Laras looked up with a wet face, his eyes red. Heart-wearing. With a hoarse voice he said. "Abang's home yet?"

"Why you, baby?" ibra asked, crouched down near his wife and asked her to stand up.

Laras shook his head, and sprang into Ibra's arms and his cries broke. In arms. Ibra returned her embrace, and rubbed her back gently. Occasionally he kisses the top of Laras' head lovingly.

Ibra understands that Laras must have heard and read news that is not wearing from social media.

"Quiet darling. All of that is not true, even the comments of all kinds they do not know the truth." Cuph gave a kiss on the head of the sobbing Wife. His heart is so bitter.

"But still I'm an actor woman, who took you from Dian. So Dian did that, maybe if I wasn't among you. None of this is gonna happen. Hik hik hik." Body vibrates.

"Darling .. hear me. It's not all your fault, it's destiny. My match with Dian should end like this, don't blame yourself. This is clearly my fault" Ibra said, rubbing his wife's back and tightening his arms.

"You were supposed to let me go, not Dian-"

"But ..all this has happened, baby, can't be repeated." Interrupting the speech of Baras. "I'll never let go of you after this love in my heart. I can't stay away from you, baby." Ibra put her lips back on the top of her head.

"Don't think anymore. You have to stay by my side hem" said Ibra softly.

There was no reply from his wife. Besides the sound of the. Ibra took off her arms and lifted up the wife's body, she took it to bed. "Breaked it?" laras Ibra's body lay on the bed. At the moment, Laras looks very weak.

"Drink first, baby." Ibra gave the wife a drink. After that, he put the glass back on the table.

Ibra opened her suit. He threw it on the couch, then covered his wife's body and lay down. Stroking the forehead The barrel is full of tenderness.

"Me, not the actor. I never had any intention of seizing you from Dian, even though I would claim my rights, but there was absolutely no intention of making you part with Dian. Never expected that." The sound of Laras shrieked and shook his head. His gaze was sad on Ibra.

"Yes, baby yes. I told you, you're not wrong. It's my fault, already. Just rest. I'll keep you here." Pasting the back of his fingers on the wife's cheek and stroking her. "Bobo darling."

Perhaps Laras felt tired, tired of crying tired of heart and mind. So that he quickly closed in the arms of the husband. He fell asleep adorned with the sound of regular breathing.

Ibra landed a kiss on his wife's forehead. Slowly taking off his embrace, moving Barrel's head to the pillow. Then he got down and rushed to the bathroom, unable to bear with his sticky body. Want to soak and relax the body and also the mind.

Now Ibra is soaking in the bahthub, with his head looking up to the ceiling but his eyes closed. A few minutes later Ibra was out of the bathroom, taking her own clothes from the wardrobe, which was usually the barrel that prepared all this.

After the dzuhur prayer. Ibra came down to the dining room, and she happened to have told Zayn that she could not return to the office, because of the condition of the wife who needed her attention.

Ibra appears on the themat itself without his wife accompanying him. Then have lunch by yourself.

Make Rika's mom feel surprised, because Laras has not had lunch. "Where is the lady, sir? he hasn't had lunch."

"Ha, he's resting. Oh, not lunch yet?" Ibra glanced at Rika.

"less good. Prepare for lunch. I'll take her to my room, just need a break." Ibra muttered, then continued eating until the toilet.

"Mrs must be in shock with the news in the media?" rika murmured while a little daydreaming.

Ibra looked over and looked at Rika. "Tomorrow the news will be gone. Please do not discuss if in front of the Madam, kasian later thought and make his health drop," said Ibra hopeful. "Say to the others."

"Good, Sir. I'll tell the kids." Timpal bu Rika nodded.

"How's Laras doing now?" the voice of Rahma came suddenly with her husband.

"Mah ..." Ibra was surprised by the arrival of the mother who suddenly, earlier said it would be late afternoon going to the Missions. But saudah comes at this hour.

"Mama is worried about the situation. Moreover, she is pregnant, Do not let her stress. can be fatal loh."

"Mama don't make Ibra anxious Mah's heart.We pray that Laras is strong and fine" continued Mr. Marwan who sat on the dining table chair.

While Rahma stood up looking tense. Staring at the son just that wayangnya.

"Laras is resting Mah .. he is calm. Just now Abang stayed eating it was sleeping. Let's not be disturbed first." Ibra calms the mother who is very worried about the condition of the ghost.

Then they rushed to Ibra's room. The door opened and it looked as though Laras was still soundly asleep.

"Mama was very worried. News everywhere, which slightly cornered Laras. Mom is wondering how Dian is doing now? it is he who is the main news topic as well," said Rahma while sitting on the sofa.

"No idea, Mah. Not your business anymore, maybe he even smiled happily. With videos and news about him. It will further corner Brother and Laras," said Ibra elaborating his opinion.

"It could be that Abang's speech is right," said Mr. Marwan as if nodding.

"Abang sure, Dian is not in shock. But smiling happily, it might feel like it has the upper hand with all this news. But ... Let it be, I'm lazy to comment anything about it." Ibra stood up and approached the wife who was still so sound.

"Yes already, Laras was as calm as possible, and still sleeping as well. May he be strong and chesty. Yu we rest first? Papa's tired, but not driving or anything." Take Mr. Marwan to the wife in a slow tone. "For a long time we didn't enjoy this place." Grins.

"What the hell is this Papa?" mom Rahma shook her head.

"Later too understand, yu .. Let the two of them here not to be disturbed either." Mr. Marwan grabbed the wife's hand and pulled her out of Ibra's room into the room she used to wear.

Netra Ibra's eyes caught a glimpse of the open door. He swept his gaze toward the direction where his parents were, but it was empty. Then what came out just now was his father and mother.

Ibra sat on the edge of the bed. Staring at the wife's face, on her cheeks still imprinted. A draining, dry tear, Ibra's hand stroked his wife's cheek gently. "I love you."

Laras' body moved and opened his eyes.Seeing the atmosphere around, then his gaze was fixed on Ibra who was commenting on his smile.

"Wake up, baby?" clasping Laras' hands, kissing his back.

"Hem," then he got up and sat leaning against the shoulder of the bed. Glancing towards the clockwise. Already showed at 15.wib. "Will not go back to the office?" downright.

"No, Brother wants to accompany you here." Ibra sat next to his wife and put her shoulder in her arms.

"I don't, nothing" said Laras after he realized that he was really upset, chaotic after reading the news in the media.

"Yes, I know my wife is strong and patient. But still just talk about the slack earlier," said Ibra with his hands continue to rub the back of the wife.

The face of Laras slightly looked up. "What was I talking about?" with his hoarse voice.

"No ah, forget it. I don't want my beautiful wife to have a lot of thoughts. Look at you, it's fucked up. Tousled like an unironed shirt, just not good at eye sight."

Laras' finger pinched Ibra's stomach, so that the husband brushed away in pain and shrieked.

"Sick babe ..." His hand caught Laras's hand. "But true, dear."

"Yes-yes .. I'm kuel, smell again. Aye right?" connect Laras. Looking up at the husband's face.

"Not really, it still smells good." Ibra grunts kissing her scent the body of the wife.

"Hem .." he muttered Laras and buried his face in the chest of Ibra's field.

Ibra's hand continued to stroke the head of the wife. Affectionately. "Yes, baby, it's not lunch yet. Eat first, right? Brother's set up at the table." Pointing with his chin.

Laras' head shook his head. "Not hungry." Mumbled Barrel with his laziness.

"Honey .. If you don't eat later you get sick, our baby will also get sick. Eat huh? I'm a bribe okay?" Ibra got out of bed, took the Laras meal that had been prepared.

Ibra returned, feeding Laras who initially shook his head. Reluctant to eat, but after Ibra persuaded finally want to eat.

"Eat a lot, be healthy. Take a shower, huh? Bathing brother okay," said Ibra while putting a spoon into the wife's mouth.

"No way, I can take a bath myself" said Laras, his lips mesem-mesem.

"No pa-pa. My wife looks weak and weak. What's wrong .. I bathed."

Mata Laras moved to see the appearance of Ibra who had changed costumes. "I'm sorry I forgot to get my change of clothes ready." Subdues head.

"Don't pa-pa, baby, I understand." Cuph. Landing his kiss on the cheek of the wife with great affection.

"Here, full." Laras took his drink.

"Remain unwilling?" ask Ibra.

Laras nodded while drinking water. Ibra was forced to spend it, unfortunately it will be redundant he said.

Then Ibra rolled up his sleeves, without permission first directly aja Ibra carrying the body of the wife ala bridal style.

The barrel that was indeed feeling weak gasped. Directly his hands embrace Ibra's shoulders, his heart misgivings. Afraid falling. "Where are you taking it?" sound of the Barrel.

"The bathroom." Briefly Ibra while swinging her steps to the bathroom.

Laras put on his smile. Both eyes did not stop staring at the husband who occasionally glanced. After being in the bathroom, Ibra was not awkward bathing the body of the wife. Although Laras refused on his own grounds, but Ibra did not immediately respond. Until finished.

Now Ibra invites Laras to take a walk in the park. Laras was delighted, both of them walking hand in hand. Ibra picked a flower from Roos and gave it to Laras. Making Laras lips continue to expand showing his smile ....

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