Marriage Contract Letter

Unconcerned

"It's nice to be in a flower garden like this. Moreover, the flowers are blooming like this, very beautiful. Later in my house added the flower plants?" glanced at the husband who was commenting on a smile and looking at him.

"Yes, baby I'll have the gardener plant there, just tell me what flowers he wants!"

The barrel crouched down, his hands taking out the blooming stalk of his misty bunya. He smelled it. "Em .. fragrance."

But suddenly the smile from earlier expands. Turns fade and disappear. His heart returned to the ground. Recalling the news, his eyes were dewy again so that even a slightly blurred look.

He closed his eyes as if to squeeze tears. Caught Kan both hands covering his face. His heart ached, the pain felt more painful than the scorching of the honey first. His chest was tight, his body was like cotton doused in water. Who had crouched down to sit down together.

Ibra, who was busy with her cell phone, glanced at the wife immediately surprised. "Darling why are you?"

The crying broke again. In his brain revolved on a DM from someone he didn't know, who said. "You are a young wife like a prostitute, pawning your chastity for money. Sell yourself to the husband of someone who is already rich. Will get pregnant for a lot of money and do not care about the destruction of the happiness of others,"

Sentence after sentence that hits the heart. Slicing feelings, if only he could choose and think more maturely. You may not feel this pain, but everything has already happened. Ibra's seed was already big in his stomach and just waiting for the time for the birth.

Shaky views. His head was dizzy, and he finally remembered nothing. If Ibra had not hugged him first, Laras' body would have collapsed to the floor.

Ibra hugged his wife's shoulder as her crying broke. He hugged her tightly kissing her head repeatedly. "Dear."

Laras' shoulders trembled with his cries. Ibra's chest is wet with hot spring tears. But for a long time there was no movement from the body of Laras, until finally Ibra realized that the wife was not unconscious. Ibra immediately raised the body of the wife.

The gardener who saw was about to help, but Ibra was still and felt able to carry it himself. So the gardener just escorted and helped open the elevator.

"So dear conscious?" Ibra looked panicked and could not wait to get to her room.

"Same Miss Rika, call the doctor right now." Ibra's orders to the gardener.

Ibra widened her steps towards the room. After he laid the body of the wife who was still unconscious.

The gardener rushed. Shift his steps looking for Rika's mom. "Mom, Miss Rika .." call her. The first thing he came to was the kitchen.

Bu Rika looked over. "What's the mang? it's so stormy."

The gardener breathed first. "Say sir, call the doctor, young lady fainted."

"What?" bu Rika jerked. Immediately by reflex take his cell phone to call the family doctor. Likewise, his steps swung towards the master's room.

Ms. Rahma who was relaxing with her husband, heard the noise approaching the assistants who were cooking in the kitchen. "What's up?"

"That's it, big lady. The gardener said, Young madam fainted."

"What, are you serious?" asked Rahma's mother as she rushed to her son's room.

Not to miss Marwan also followed his wife from behind.

Ibra and bu Rika tried to resuscitate Laras by applying wind oil to certain parts in order to be able to smell the barrel.

Madam Rahma appeared near the ghost. "Darling, why else?"

"Fainting, Mah .." replied Ibra with an anxious face.

"Yes, Mama knows. But why did he faint?" ask Rahma to come back.

"I don't know, Mah .. haven't checked yet, the doctor hasn't come either." Ibra panicked.

"Calm down, you need to calm down. Brother, your wife looks like a soy sauce." Mr. Marwan held Laras' arm and examined his veins.

The doctor came too. And immediately check the condition of Laras who is still unconscious as well.

A few pairs of eyes, staring anxiously at the weakly lying Baras.

"How is my wife doing, Doc?" ibra asked the doctor.

The doctor removed the device he was wearing to check on his patients. "No need to worry. He was just experiencing a bit of stress caused by too many thoughts. His body became weak, too," said the doctor.

"What's your pregnancy, Doc?" ask mom Rahma was curious too and worried about the condition of the grandson.

"Well, pregnancy is fine. Just ... try not to experience like this again. Avoid thoughts that will interfere with his health, avoid stress. Yes ... try to bring happy, for the good of pregnant women and their babies," the doctor said.

All nodded in understanding, then Ibra approached the wife. In his hand held Laras and linking his fingers, cuph in his kiss on the back of his hand wife.

The doctor gave a prescription that had to be cleared. And he gave it to Ibra, saying quietly. "In the care of her angel." Smirk, then leave home.

"Sure, I won't waste it." Ibra replied while nodding.

Mr. Marwan drove the doctor home, to the lobby.

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In a law flower, Dian was reading news about her on social media. He smiled because almost all the news seemed to corner Laras. He does not care even though the video has spread outside, he does not care who has spread the video of his shur. What is important now is that he can laugh with a happy heart.

Dian's smile is growing. "My news. Being a trending topic, this week. But the corner is Laras, kok can ya? ha ha ha ...."

"I don't care who has shared the video, bodo very much. It's all over. Like rice has become porridge, just add soy sauce. Chicken milk, vegetables and crackers. Finally it will feel good," murmured Dian while raising his feet to the table. His eyes looked at the ceiling with lips that kept painting a smile.

"Darling? what are you doing inside," said Lodia's mother as she pushed open Dian's room door.

"Mama ..just interrupt!" ketus Dian's.

"What are you, baby?" ms. Lodia sat down next to the child.

"Again daydreaming, thinking about the news that is now trending."

"Dian, why did you do that? aren't you ashamed of the evidence, you have a husband. Why are you so insolent? mama really didn't think it out." Bu Lodia shook her head.

Dian looks up. "This is all because of Ibra's young wife, Ma. I can't do that, I'm lonely! even though Ibra visits me often. But her affection is different Mama .. she loves him more. Obviously I'm disappointed, hurt." Bela Dian, don't want to be blamed.

"But you shouldn't do that, dear Dian .. the more you act, the more Ibra ilfil. With your actions Ibra is getting lost feeling. The proof is that instead of choosing you to drive you away from her side, Mama long understood also and naturally if Ibra divorces you."

"Kok Mama even belain Ibra si Ma ... not belain his son?" Dian was astonished and upset.

"Where do you want to believe? you're wrong, which couple doesn't disdain his wife if the man-directed"

"Ma .. I haven't had time in anything." Dian interrupted the mother's words.

"What's not on Dian yet? that's proof of what ha! you are half innocent, attached to your body it just stay internal. Do you realize what the hell?" mrs Lodia was getting upset.

"Em, ta-but. It's just Ma, no body connection yet." Dian's timpal was a little disjointed.

"Still mending it. Mending each. But maybe you're related to that man but you haven't found the evidence." Bu Lodia looked suspiciously at her daughter.

"Mom, I could swear. I balum had time in gagahi Ma .. I hunted in the same help Ibra's man. He saved me that day." I'm Dian, considering that time, when Irfan told me the real events.

"Mama, as a woman how to feel. In the newly known man. It's not like pe-"

"Like whores? that's what Mama means, does Mama want me to be like that?" sergeant Dian stared intently at the mother.

"It's just that Mama does not want until Mama's only daughter does this humiliating thing dear," said Lodia to return the princess's gaze.

Dian shakes. "Mom don't know what's really going on, so be it. Let me alone!"

"Dian, Mama's just-"

Bu Lodia just stared and moved from her seat. Leaving Dian alone in the room.

"Well, let me go outside. Don't stop me from going and don't ask who I am, I can choose the right person for me," dian said as her stepmother crossed the door.

Ms. Lodia just stared for a while without looking back again, then continued her steps with a broken heart, disappointed with her only daughter. With teary eyes kept stepping towards the ground floor, and his room was there.

Dian locked her aunt in annoyance. "Disturb my mood."

Then glance at the clock on his phone screen. After that Dian got up to the bathroom, not long after he came back and changed clothes, a suit but his subordinates shorts on the knees. It is impressive that she is a career woman.

Snatching the bag that has been prepared beforehand with complete contents. As he always needed, he walked a little quickly down the stairs.

"Want to dinner, ma'am?" his assistant named Santi.

"No, I want to go outside" said Dian as he continued walking towards the garage.

"I need to take the Madam," said the driver offering himself.

"No, I can do it myself. Just take care of the house." Obviously Dian. Enter the car and start the engine.

Then Dian immediately turned the steering wheel, speeding at medium speed. Slide into and split the highway, with the purpose of Halim Airport.

After some time the car driven by Dian entered the airport area. Dian got off after parking the car. His steps accelerated into the airport, with sunglasses on, adorning his face.

Then he waved to one of the people who were there. "Hi?"

Dian accelerated her footsteps, approaching. "Good night?" greet Dian to the young man.

"What are you doing here?" asked the man staring intently at Dian.

"Me, pick you up. Somebody pick me up not by the way." Dian asked the man back.

"Get a taxi" he said.

"Yes, just get in my car. I purposely picked you up. Oya this must be your father, right?" netra Dian's eyes moved on a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair.

"Yes, introduce him to my father" the man introduced his father to Dian.

"Oh, meet Om. My name is Dian," grabbed the old man's hand and kissed him.

"Oh, how are you doing, Dian?" greet Mulyadi.

"Good, Om." Dian smiled.

Jodi had actually ordered a taxi, but because Dian came to pick up, it was not nice if he refused as well. Jodi finally accepted Dian's offer. Jodi pushed the father's seat into Dian's car.

Dian opened the car door, when Jodi lifted the body of the father to sit him in the car. Then fold the chair, then stored in the trunk with his suitcase.

Jodi herself sat in front with the driven Dian. While the father is behind with official mbok.

"Son Dian's sister. Jodi's or-'s coworker"

"I, Om's business partner, to be exact," replied Dian while focusing on driving.

"Oh, Business partner?" mr. Mulyadi nodded his head.

Jodi just kept quiet, did not come to talk to her father and Dian. He focused on his own dream. Who knows where and thinks what?

"Have long known and been Jodi's business partner?" ask Mulyadi again.

"Em, about 1 year this Om," continued Dian.

"Oh, you've known each other for a long time" said Mulyadi.

"Lumayan Om." Glanced at Jodi beside him who was daydreaming.

"Where do you want to stop by first?" Ask Dian to Jodi.

"Huh? no. gabe. Just go home, do you remember my address?" ask Jodi while holding hands on the chest.

"Okay, remember dong." Dian continued to drive with focus. Until finally. It was in front of Jodi's mansion.

The gate opened immediately after Dian turned on the horn twice. Security opened the gate, the car went into the yard, stopped not far from Jodi's car.

Jodi immediately came out and re-raised the body of the father to the wheelchair that has been prepared by Mbok Rasmi.

"Sir, bring the suitcase in the trunk of the car." Pinta Jodi on the security that was immediately obeyed and took out two suitcases belonging to Mr. Mulyadi and Mbok Rasmi.

Mr. Mulyadi, Jodi bring it in. Followed by Dian and Mbok Official who was dumbfounded and amazed by the luxury of this house. Because the house in the village is not this luxurious.

"Is my dad's room ready?" ask Jodi for her assistant.

"Already Sir, it's ready." Nodding.

"Thank you." Reply Jodi. Stopped the father's chair near the sofa he was sitting on. "Yes, prepare dinner." Jodi told the assistant.

Mbok Officially cleaned the suitcase in the room for Mr. Mulyadi to stay. His eyes were so amazed to see a nice room. Room for him too.

Dian sits between Jodi and her father. "Om, been here a lot or-"

"Newly, Om is lazy to travel with this condition," complained Mr. Mulyadi.

"I, often bring Daddy here. Even living here, his father wouldn't." The word Jodi that was addressed to the father.

"Yes, Dad. Don't want to trouble you, son. Most of the houses in Semarang no one lives," said Mr. Marwan.

"How much does Dad matter? isn't that my duty as a child?" Kekeh Jodi's.

"Yes, it's .. Now Om is here. Hopefully at home," said Dian diffuse the chatter of father and son.

Then, Jodi's assistant told. When dinner is ready, the three come to the table. Then they devoured his dinner, enjoying the dishes available at the table.

When we finished dinner. Mr. Mulyadi asked Jodi to take him to his room. He was tired and wanted to rest. Jodi immediately escorted and helped the father lie on the bed. Dian also took Mr. Mulyadi to his room.

"Now, this is Dad's room" Jodi told the father. Pulling the blanket.

Mr. Mulyadi nodded and stared, sweeping his gaze across the room.

Jodi and Dian came out of Mulyadi's room. "It's late, it's good to just go home. Thanks for picking me up?" looking towards Dian.

Dian who was subtly expelled smiled. "Well, I'll go home, thanks for dinner!"

"Yes, you're welcome." Jodi nodded.

Dian also grabbed his bag that he had stored at the table. Then disappeared behind the door. Jodi stepped onto the porch, staring at Dian's departure. Jodi just got in after Dian took her car out of her yard ....

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