Marriage Contract Letter

Misguided

"Where's it done?" ask Mr. Marwan after seeing his son go into the room.

"Oh, it's Pa." Ibra kept her suit. Directing the view to Laras who was performing the prayer, next to the mother who faithfully accompanied.

Ibra approached the mother. "Mah ... Mama just rest, there I am now who will take care of Laras."

Rahma looked at me."All right, Mama and papa. Rest first, in the care of his wife is fine!" rahma rubbed her son's shoulder.

"Yes, Mah .." said Ibra nodding to look at Rahma's mother standing up and taking her husband out of the room.

After both are absent. Ibra closed the door of his room, then approached the wife who was tidying up her former prayers.

"Have, done?" ibra asked with a gentle look and a gentle swipe at the top of his wife's head.

"Have you, brother has not prayed yet? salat first yes," Lirih Laras returned her husband's gaze.

"Yes, I want to pray." Ibra helped Laras stand up and lay on the bed and covered him.

Then Ibra rolled up her sleeves. Entering the bathroom, to fetch water wudu.

After fulfilling his duty, Ibra went up to the bed lying near his wife, "Had eaten yet?" his hand carried the head of Laras into his arms.

"Already, mom Rika brought it. You haven't had dinner yet, have you? eat first you will be sick," murmured Laras while rubbing the chest of the husband.

"I'm not hungry" Ibra said.

Head Laras looked up. "Feed first, you'll get sick."

"You, even in this state, are still worried about me, thank you, baby." Cuph gives a kiss on the wife's forehead.

"Yes, already. Eat there?" laras orders while keeping the head away from Ibra's chest.

"I'm lazy to go down, want to call Rika's mom." Ibra called Rika to bring her dinner to the room.

Baras looked at Ibra who leaned her back against the shoulder of the bed. Ibra. "Bobo baby, you're not fit." Ibra patted the pillow Barrel.

Laras, according to him, laid himself. Put your head in its original place. Laras closed his eyes while enjoying Ibra's hand caress in his head. Occasionally rub the stomach that continues to be kicked by the baby who is more agile.

I heard someone's footsteps. He opened his eyes and looked at his husband. "That must be Rika's mom coming."

"I want to open the door first." Ibra came down, before landing a small kiss on the wife's cheek. Until the lips expand.

Ibra pulled the handle of her room door. Sure enough, Rika stood with a tray containing several dinner menus for the employer.

"Here, sir, is dinner?"

"Thank you, Mom." Ibra took the tray and carried it into the room.

He locked the door, and Ibra sat down cross-legged and ate her dinner. While Laras continued his intention to sleep, it just so happened that his body still felt weak and his head still felt dizzy as well.

Now Ibra was lying down, near the body of the wife, she slept on her side. Both of Ibra's eyes stared at the wife's slick face, her hands stroking the large belly that the owner might have entered the dreamland.

As if not satisfied stroking outside his pajamas, Ibra's hand infiltrated into the skin surface of the wife's stomach while closing the eyes.

The night went by with nothing to do, by this couple other than a hug each other. Seeking the warm body of the couple.

Early in the morning, barrel and looking fresh. And Ibra has brought breakfast for Laras in the room. "Breakfast, baby" Ibra asked. Keep a tray on the table.

The barrel standing in front of the window looked at the scene outside which looked green. Ibra approached the wife who was pensive by the window.

"Breakfast dear .." His hand was holding the wife's shoulder.

Laras. "Hem, aren't you having breakfast?"

"Kan, will. Yu, cold hunt." Ibra holding hands Laras invited breakfast.

Although lazy, Laras forced breakfast by Ibra. "I can do it myself" said Laras, taking a spoon from Ibra's hand.

It happened to be Saturday, and Ibra was out of office. Plus he wants to keep this one and only wife.

"I, not pa-pa Abang stay in the office, just go. I'm here a lot of people, Mama's there too." The sound of Laras with his voice. He does not want to interfere with the activities of the husband as a businessman.

"It's Saturday baby, come in also at most half-day-"

"And ordinary days also like half a day, if you want to go back again. If not yes work at home, that is usually also," said Laras interjected the words Ibra.

"Yes, but today, I've decided to stay home. Take care of my wife, work can be while at home too." Ibra added while finishing her breakfast.

"I, just don't want your work interrupted, that's all." Lirih Laras looked down inside.

"Yes I understand, finish the meal, let it heal quickly. Don't think too much, don't listen to people. They don't know what the truth is. Listen to me, huh?"

Barrel raised his head. "I want to go home."

Ibra stared, with a deep breath. "Here you are, until you are healthy. We'll go home when your body is fit, not now?" ibra's thumb stroked Laras' cheek.

"But I want to go home" Laras lamented in a sad tone. He feels uncomfortable here.

"Darling ... Wait till you get well huh? we'll be home after you're healthy." Refer to Ibra gently.

Finally Laras nodded. Agreeing what Ibra said. He returned to taste his food.

"Tuh .. eat it aja hard, means still not fit body. Honey has to eat a lot to be healthy quickly." Ibra stared at the inexhaustible Laras plate.

"The one." Looking up at the husband. Keep the spoon and push the plate.

Ibra took a deep breath. "Well, if you are full. What do you want me to eat?"

Laras. "Not eating anything."

Ibra cleaned up her food marks and called for an assistant to take it, so that the room looks clean.

Then Laras lay on the bed again, after taking his medicine. While Ibra picked up the laptop and began struggling with her work, sitting next to Laras lying down.

"The more I get here my sleep becomes uncomfortable, tilted wrongly. Bored, prone can't. Feet are easy to ache," Laras lamented slightly tilting his body towards Ibra.

Ibra looked over and looked at her. "Maybe it's because the pregnancy is getting bigger baby, patience huh?"

"Yes, it's all wrong." Barrel gets up and sits leaning.

"Son too, can you flinch?" tanya Laras looked at the husband.

"Not really, just about aja," said Ibra.

Now the media is busy preaching Ibra's confirmation. That Laras was the victim of Dian's cunning, the beginning of Laras' entry into the Ibra and Dian household. Because Dian himself trapped Baras, with the loss of a diamond ring that cost almost one M.

Dian accused Laras who took, then Dian asked for compensation on Laras of one M. Obviously Laras could not afford to pay, so Dian offered Laras to marry her husband and give him a child, If Laras had given a child to Ibra and Dian. Laras Dian will get rid of, because Dian only needs her child.

But in the end. The more here, Dian is always in a fight, to the point that he intends to surrender to a striped nose man on the recommendation of a friend, and most likely. Dian's own friend who spread the video.

Now the comment, more diverse but not a few also apologized to Laras, because he had thought and said no-no. The more people who turned around and the more reviled Dian. Comments are getting more and more varied.

Ibra was sitting on the balcony holding her laptop. Seriously read the news. He breathed so long. "I'm sorry Dian, I didn't mean to corner you, but I just wanted to explain a truth. Whatever way I have to think about the current feelings and conditions of Laras, it is not my intention to expose your disgrace, however you are the woman I once loved."

Both of his eyes looked at the beautiful looking sky. "Until now I still feel it sometimes. But .. why do you do all that. So I was caught in a dilemma, I was really disappointed. You as my wife intend that. I don't blame you completely either, because I have a hand, I'm wrong." Inner Ibra churned. Talk itself.

While Laras, after Ibra massage his feet and hands immediately sleep. Coincidentally the medicine that he was taking was his sedative.

I put the laptop in my hand. Approaching and rubbing the head of Laras, cold sweat adorned his temple. Ibra laps with a tissue, he sits next to his wife. He looked so closely from the tip of the foot to the head. "The strong dear, the patient! Thank you for containing my seed" grabbed his hand and kissed his back.

After being satisfied to look at the wife, rubbed her stomach for a while. Then sit on the couch. Re-open the laptop and seriously work.

"Spa, Pa. Here?" the voice of Rahma called her husband who was enjoying the view of aquarium fish.

"What the hell, Mah .. people look really," said Mr. Marwan looked upset.

"Ash ... Papa this. Look at the news in the media that reveals the truth about our ghost." Ms. Rahma was so enthusiastic.

"Which ghost is this?" search Mr. Marwan while sitting next to his wife.

"Who else would Pa. .. if not Dian and Laras." Ms. Rahma showed me her phone.

Mr. Marwan shook his head after reading the news. "That line would not be willing to give his son to Dian. Meningan trying to ask for rights to her husband, rather than having to give her son."

"Yes, Pa .. If for Mama, yes? meningan said to take people's husbands, rather than having to give children to our honey. We are cravings, pregnant and giving birth. Bodo is very in say to seize also the important gets the right, anyway who early face bring? he's on his own."

Mr. Marwan nodded his head in agreement with his wife.

"Sometimes Mama is pity too. Same with both of them. Early Dian predestined Laras for whom, for the sake of the husband to get offspring. The barrel of his presence in the trap is the same Dian, but in the end it is blamed. The question is, why Dian is not at peace with the circumstances he himself created, that is. Sometimes you get confused too, Pa."

"Yes, already .. do not be confused Ma .. just live as it is, let everything flow like water. And pray that our grandchild is born safe, his mother is healthy too, his son is the same. Being a godly child, the photo is the best prayer" said Mr. Marwan.

"Aamiin O Allah .." mom Rahma rubbed her face with her palms.

"Ma, how is Laras now, is it better yet?" ask Mr. Marwan while sipping his coffee.

"So it's kind of better, just still limp. She told me last night. Den snarl--"

"Why murky?" mr. Marwan cut off his wife's words with curiosity.

"That's, he said sleep is often restless. Why not be uncomfortable, such as a sleeping position that is wrong, he said. Slanted wrong. Outstretched bored, Mama said it's natural her name is also pregnant big, right. Her legs are a bit swollen. Quick tired and sore, Mama said do not hesitate to ask for massage with husband."

"Yes, my mom was rich. I love to say that Papa doesn't massage. Aye right? remember not?"

"Ih ... Papa remembers, so embarrassed. Hi hi hi. .." mom Rahma patted her husband's shoulder while grinning.

"Emang yes, Mama used to be exorbitant. Still mending now Ibra, Laras mah not spoiled not spoiled. A little not good with husband. Not rich Mama. It's not like she's playing pregnant Ibra."

"Yes, yes Pa. When Mama was pregnant her body was upset, angry with Papa. Don't know why?" remember Rahma's mother.

"Yes, if if Papa was not strong and tempted by other women, Papa might have married again ha ha ha ha ..."

"Married, watch out for talking again about mating again, I cut off Papa's stuff." Mom Rahma's eyes glared perfectly. Fingers also pinch the husband's waist.

"Yes, my mom, it's scary. Dian aja can also let her husband's goods go where it is. Play here and there, fun times huh?" seductive pak Marwan.

"Aja who is not sane enough to ask the husband to marry again, our children are not too demanding to have children really. Why ask your husband to marry again? even though men say they do not want to, it is still a strong man when he sees halal women in plain sight. Like a cat gets a fish, which is covered in stolen. Especially those that are intentionally given. Yes in ravenous! which finally what? he himself is now divorced" said Rahma.

"Like our son? who finally enjoyed his wife and translucent .. sowing seeds. To the extent that his wife is pregnant," Mr. Marwan mesem-mesem.

"so. Just like that, it ended up being love. Uh Pa ... Mama kissed something, huh?"

"Kiss what Mah .. nih Papa's cheek kiss," Mr. Marwan thrust his cheek.

"Ih ... This papa, smell the burning cloth." Madam Rahma immediately got up and looked for that smelly source.

Ms. Rahma half ran to where she felt she was emitting a smell. "Jeez .. What is this?" lifting irons that may take too long to stick to clothes, making them melt and hollow.

The assistant came in a hurry. He stooped down and felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Madam? I went to the toilet for a minute."

"If in that stay .. the iron is made to stand. Do not stick to clothes. still mending only one, if it burns how?" momma shook her head violently.

"Yes, sorry, ma'am. I'm negligent." The assistant looked deeper.

"Yes, Already. Next time be more careful again, clean the iron. And replace the same one again." Definitely Ms. Rahma.

"Well, ma'am," he obeyed Rahma's orders. Replace the iron with another one, then continue the task.

"Where is Bu Rika going?" search Rahma's mom while putting the broken clothes into the trash.

"Bu Rica is shopping weekly Mistress."

"Oh .." Rahma's mom turned her around.

"Other times are he more hearty at work?" mr. Marwan's voice to the assistant.

"Yes, sir." Nodding respectfully.

"Yu, Pa.." Rahma's mom took her husband's hand back to where it was.

Both walked looking very friendly. Bring each other.

After the two were in the room and sitting on one of the sofas, Ms. Rahma received a call from Susi. If you go to the house of Laras there are guests, and the guest is Jodi and the father who is in a wheelchair. Madam Rahma and husband exchanged glances, astonished. Jodi equals who and there needs to what ....

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