Marriage Contract Letter

Make dizzy

Lazily, Dian got off her bed, steps regularly approaching the door.

Blake it!

Dian opened the door, and appeared to be standing by her mother and behind her a man dressed in police clothes.

Deg.

Dian's heart was beating very fast. Look at the person behind the mother.

"Dian, there's a guest" said Ms. Lodia with an anxious look.

"Corn, Mom. I've come to deliver this summons letter to you." The man gave me an envelope.

"Oh," no more words were spoken from Dian's lips, her hand took the envelope.

"My daughter won't be caught, will she?" asked Lodia ma'am in a frightened tone.

The policeman stared at Ms. Lodia with lips depicting a smile. "No, ma'am . I just delivered the letter. And may your daughter meet the invitation from the office."

Lodia's face, which was pale at first, was slightly radiant again. "Really Sir? my daughter was not arrested" repeated mother Dian wanted to make sure that her daughter was only given a summons.

"Yes, Madam ... Alright. I'll step back first, excuse me." The man reached out to Dian and his mother. Then walk away from the door of Dian's room which is still pecking.

Ms. Lodia walked in the steps of the police. His intention was to drive up to the terrace, as soon as he arrived at the terrace. Ms. Lodia stared at the patrol car carrying the two young and dashing looking policemen.

Dian walked gontai towards the sofa. His hand flipped through the envelope, slowly opening it and reading the letter. That he is expected to meet the invitation from the police, as a witness about the video.

Dian's heart was racing. Worried and full of anxiety, the paper just fell down. He took it back and kept it at the table.

Bu Lodia reappeared and approached her only daughter. "What's Dian calling?"

Dian did not answer, other than pointing at a piece of paper lying on the table. He himself prefers to close his eyes that feel tired and sore. His mind is fucked.

Dian's mother took the paper. Her eyes took turns looking towards Dian as well. He read it in his heart with a deep sense of it.

Then his two eyes looked at the leaning Dian and closed their eyes. "This-"

Dian's hand was lifted into the air. "Don't comment Mom, I'm dizzy again. Let me calm down, ma'am .." - Dian. His tone was slow.

The mother who had gaped her mouth again covered, silent. Keep the paper that he had previously put in his envelope. Then stored on the table as before.

"Yes, Already. Mommy comes down first, don't forget to eat baby?" mrs Lodia raised her ass. Standing up and walking left Dian alone on the sofa.

Dian's eyes opened, after her mother had left the room. He held up his seat, covering his face with both palms. His cry broke again, his shoulders shaking. Hik hik. The sound of sobs filled the room.

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One day, the condition of Laras was really fit, and this afternoon Ibra had returned from the office. As usual after cleaning, lunch. Then get ready to go home Laras. He said he had been living in the Missions for too long, so this lunch will be there.

Ibra rolled up her sleeves. Standing in front of the mirror, Laras was also wearing a veil. Sit in a dressing chair. Occasionally look at each other through the reflection of the mirror.

"It's so pretty my wife." Ibra held both shoulders of his wife. His gaze was pointing towards the mirror.

"I'm sorry, there's no change." I'm Laras while mesem.

"I don't need the abuse baby, with a kiss on the cheek I'm happy and I won't turn it down." Ibra grumbled while laughing.

"Hem .. That's what he wants, that's a perverted brain huh?" laras said shaking his head, his hand sticking his foot into the pantofel.

"Where not a pervert, has been a few days not in love, I was allowed to continue fasting. There's a hitch. Wonderful." Ibra said with regret.

How not upset, every want to start there is always a hindrance. This is it, every night Laras likes to be restless and his mood is not good to be invited to the daily ritual. Ibra finally fasted.

Laras mesem .. just hear the babbling of the husband. Barrel stood up, checking the contents of his small bag. But one time someone missed.

"Are you ready, baby?" ibra asked while holding the barrel hand.

"It has. Mama's not home yet from her Yogjakarta?" ask Laras to the husband.

"Not yet, tomorrow he said," said Ibra.

Mr. Marwan and his wife have been in Yogjakarta for two days. Is fulfilling an invitation from his family, and there is also the same promise of his business partner first.

"Oh, so take the Barko sir?" ask Laras back.

"So, invited."

"Yu, walk?" Laras pulled Ibra's hand and sat on the sofa.

"I'm tired of going to sleep first" Ibra said as she spread her arms.

The barrel stood in front of him. "Aish .. come on ah." Retracting Ibra's heavy hand.

But the body of Ibra instead of raised, even the body of Laras that Ibra pulled and sat on his thighs. "Sit down first. His feet will be sore."

Barrel glaring. "Ih ... What the hell?" he muttered Laras while embracing Ibra's neck.

While Ibra's hand was embracing the waist the barrel that contained it. Ibra's face drew closer to Laras's face which instantly dodged, receiving rejection. Ibra was curious. His finger held the chin of Laras, then caught the lips ranum the wife.

Making Laras refuse and catch Ibra's hand. "It's neat, go home now yu?"

Ibra's eyes stared at me, as if asking permission to do something. Laras understood, but he was lazy by reason everything was neat and ready to go.

Ibra did not care about the silence of his wife. He returned with small kisses. In ***** the wife. The hands also can not be controlled, just keep trying to surf on the snow mountain.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of knocking on the door. The barrel came out of Ibra's lap. Ibra's eyes stared intently at the door.

Barrel smoothed out his appearance. Do not forget to tidy up the matted Ibra shirt and open the buttons on his chest. Ibra stood up carrying her steps closer to the door leaf.

Blake it!

Ibra opened the door. Irfan stood at the door with his head lowered. Dare not look up.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry, Sir. Go home to the xx street so now, right? if not now, I want to ask for permission to go home. My mother is not well" Irfan said without lifting his face.

Ibra took a deep breath. "If your mother is sick, go home. I'll drive myself, your mother is more important. I let you go home."

Heard like that. Irfan just lifted his face a little. "Thank you, Sir." Nodding respectfully.

"Go." Ibra Repeat. "May your mother recover quickly. If you need help, call Zayn, don't hesitate."

"Good sir." Then Irfan pulled back.

Ibra closed the door again with a slightly irregular sigh. He found a wife who looked at him meaningfully.

"How amazing I am, in a mession this big. There are still distractions, every want to make love, make this dizzy head both." Inner Ibra.

"Ehem. Yu's leaving?" bring Ibra. Snatched his watch from the table. Wallet from the drawer.

"His body?" The barrel shows a suit in hand for Ibra to wear. But Ibra nodded. For reasons of heat.

Finally the Laras who was about the suit. Both of them were in the lobby, Rika also drove her employer who was about to go home.

"Mrs, if I need my energy. Maybe his stomach is hard to feel like a baby. Just call me."

"Yes, Mom .. Thanks? before," said Laras with a smile on his lips.

"Together young mistress."

Ibra, get ready behind the wheel. "Come baby?" open the front door, let Laras sit next to him.

"Mom, I'll go first, okay?" The barrel goes down and enters the car.

"Be careful" murmured Ibra.

Bu Rika waved at her master slowly.

The barrel is fastening seat belts. Helped the husband to lock it, then Ibra drove his favorite car at medium speed. "You want something Bali didn't love?" hail Ibra with eyes focused forward.

"I don't know."

"Yes, would you say something if you said yes?" connect Ibra.

"Hem," the netra Laras' eyes popped out the window.

Occasionally the Head of Barrel leans to the back of the seat. Enjoy the wind coming in through the open window. At first glance Ibra glanced, then focused again forward.

"Well, what about the plan that wants to share it baby?" Ibra started the conversation.

"So, if you allow it," Laras replied, turning to her husband.

"Of course I allow it, I won't change. While you think good. You won't forbid."

"Thank you, baby thank you." With reflex Laras pecked the cheek of the husband.

"Yes, equally. I believe you'll use it well." Ibra trusted her wife very much.

In the middle of the trip, as usual Laras will buy snacks that he likes. Like this time he wanted to buy spicy rujak. Cilok tofu, fried. And fruit soup. His mouth kept grinding which ate this and that. Sometimes to feed the husband.

Ibra also enjoyed everything, which Laras bought. Though Ibra never snack, but if anything Laras bribe must be eaten too.

When engrossed in eating there suddenly Laras saw something. "Abang, that's-that's, that's." The sound of Laras makes Ibra re-hit her car ....

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Hi... my kind-hearted reader who has always been faithful. I was going to take a day off today, but since you all must be looking forward to the continuation of SKM. So I write too, let's not pa-pa a little? may you be entertained and a little treat miss.