Marriage Contract Letter

Meet family

"Sister? Brother Laras, Viki hit Dede there. "With the hasty voice of a child.

Baras and bu panti gasped and immediately moved from his seat.

"Jeez .. Make it again, huuh." Laras took his breath.

"really it? why is it like that anyway," muttered the house bu while walking followed by Laras.

"Did the parlour like this, too, Mom?" ask Laras while walking.

"Not at home, it never is. Wonder, Mom's going to." Gerrutu ma'am parlour.

"Hey. Stop that!" pekik Laras and bu parlour alternately, once in front of the pool and see Viki and Dede even fight.

"Stop ... What's the problem you guys have?" pekik Laras back.

The children turned towards the mother and Laras. They also stopped with red eyes, the dead red face held back the anger. Then the two went up, after a few times the house mom told him to go up.

The housewife who felt angry slightly touched the children. "What the hell are you doing, why make a fuss here? I'm asking you guys never do this in our house huh?"

Both of them nodded and nodded slowly.

"Certain why? now here you guys are throwing a tantrum. You should be ashamed, at your brother's place like this!" search the home with a fiery tone. Moreover, seeing both of them look bruised at the temple.

"Who the hell taught you guys to fight?" lirih Laras from a chair on the edge of the pool.

"Jawab, who told you to fight? and teach you guys to fight?" added bu panti.

Again both are shaking. And look down deeply.

"Try saying it to Brother. Why are you fighting?" search Laras while stroking his stomach.

"Hem, answer?" the order of the house.

The two raised their heads, then Salain exchanged a glance. "Dede first Brother, he mocked Viki. He said Viki was blind, didn't see it until he broke the glass."

"Yes, if you're not blind, you can't hit Susi's mom." Ejek Dede's.

"Not a bump, but a nagging. Not intentionally too," replied Viki, his leg kicking Dede's leg.

"Already, already! you guys don't talk anymore. The legs are still, can't they?" Bentak ma'am parlour.

The children looked back down inside, they were frightened by the scattering of the home mom.

"Bu .. already. Don't upset them, good people ... Don't fight anymore, okay? you must love each other, forgive each other," said Laras, his eyes moving to see the mother of the orphanage and children. "You have to be a good, smart and useful child to others."

"So don't like y'all gini-rich brats anymore, you have to respect and love Mom." Laras glanced at the home. "You must be the child who knows manners. Okay, useful. Smart to sort in terms of kindness, others also hear. Don't make me angry." Laras's eyes swept over all of his sisters.

Everyone nodded in understanding. They were not with Laras for a long time since Laras went to college, but that time was at least twice a month. Laras stays at the parlors and children according to the same words Laras.

"Already, you clean up. briefly magrib. After prayer and teaching, we eat together. My sister prepared a good meal. Okay everyone?" clearly Laras while slightly reviewing his smile.

"okay!" answer everything.

"Fitr. You finished praying help Susi Ma'am ya in the kitchen?" Netra Baras' eyes moved towards the teenager who Laras called Fitri.

"Yes, Brother." Fitri nodded as well.

While the house ma'am takes care of them to help clean up.

The barrel moved and was about to enter the house. Her eyes found her husband standing next to a glass door, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Be careful dear, slippery," As soon as he approached and led the wife's hand. Then embrace his waist.

"When were you there?" tanya Laras glanced at the husband.

"From now on, baby, actually .. I fell asleep. Because it sounds so noisy to wake up." Ibra continued to hold Laras' hand.

Laras stopped looking at the face of Ibra's pillow. "I'm sorry, huh? because of the stormy cashew your sleep becomes disturbed," looked up and rubbed the two jaws of the husband.

"No, pa-pa can sleep again. Have you heard Adzan, yu salat first?" take Ibra, catch both hands that touch his face.

"Yes," Baras replied by pulling the two corners of his lips. The two entered the room, not forgetting Ibra locked it.

Ibra stopped her steps and hugged her body. He showered his wife's face with a small kiss. "I love it, in the way you advise children. What, after our son is born, you'll be fiercer or softer."

Laras frowned. "Do I look bad?"

"Same turn of children anyway not, shrewd but firm. I like your way."

"Yes, let go, I want to go to the bathroom" Laras said.

Ibra also released the wife, he himself chose to close the curtains first.

After performing the magrib prayer, the two prepared for dinner with the children. In the living room, Susi and the children had gathered there.

"Where's mom?" asked Laras while looking for the whereabouts of the home mom.

"That's Mom." Said one of the children pointing to the new home mom emerging from the room direction.

Laras. "Feed it, Mom."

"Yes, come on." The house sat among the other children.

"You guys don't make a fuss. What's the food for? please take it but don't struggle. Don't grab the gun, huh?" laras.

"Good Brother!" answer them in unison.

The housewife just smiled. Then, everyone started eating dinner.

Laras prepared for her husband who asked for oxtail soup. "Ih, this is rich rat oxtail soup," seduced by Laras.

"Huh? no, no kidding." Ibra looked at his wife. His heart suddenly fretted.

"Yes, it's a small look, right? ha ha ha ..."

"Ah, there's-there's just." Ibra. Then continue eating.

Others were dumbfounded to hear Laras say, their eyes fixed on the soup bowl. Curious about the contents. "Come lying. It's real cows."

All the tense faces, are now melting again. And continue eating.

Around 20. wib, the invitation has arrived. And all ready to go home, they said goodbye. Not to forget Laras gave saka money to all including the home mom for everyday.

Now Laras is folding his former prayer. Occasionally rubbing the stomach gently, now often feel cramps that sometimes difficult he could bear.

"Why baby?" investigate Ibra while stroking the wife's stomach.

"No, not pa-pa. Just moving on." Answer Laras. Seeing stomach.

Ibra raised Laras' body. In her bed, Laras sat leaning against a pillow. He sat down next to his wife, his hand carrying her body into his arms.

Barrels. Drown her face in the chest of the husband's field. His fingers danced there. "Where is Dian now?"

Ibra did not answer immediately. But his hand kept stroking the hair of Barrel. "Lack of knowing too." His nose smelled the smell of his wife's hair.

"Didn't anyone meet?" the head of Laras looked up for a while, then buried back in its original place.

"Em, no. Never, don't talk about it ah. Another theme is hem ..." Ibra kisses the mesmerizing head of Laras.

Laras thought, but he no longer spoke. In addition to tightening his arms on Ibra's body. Laras remembered that her husband had been angry this afternoon, because he again made himself come to Irfan.

The barrel took off a hug, and looked up. Look at the husband whose eyes are staring back. A moment Laras locked his movements, then he brought his face closer. Then tipping***** Ibra is very soft.

Ibra gasped, shocked to receive the unusual treatment of his wife. But Ibra was pleased and replied greedily. Coincidentally how many days his desire has not been channeled, After some time the war ***** stopped, exhale that feels hunting it.

Both breaths gasping. Irregularly, then continue his attack again, catch the lips of his wife, he******* and m********** very gently but passionately.

After feeling enough with his warm-up. And Ibra already felt that he could not stand it anymore to immediately dive in the honey valley.

Ibra carefully performs her favorite ritual, so that pregnant women still feel comfortable, and do not damage her mood.

After the two felt the peak, Ibra felt tired and collapsed beside his wife. His long hands grabbed the wife's head to sleep in her arms.

Cup!

A friendly kiss landed on the top of Laras' head. "Thank you dear. I'm very satisfied." With the breath still hunting, not yet well controlled.

Laras replied with a nod. And closed his eyes in the chest of the field of the husband. The night was getting late, the two were drifting in a dream cradle, the bodies of the two hugging each other tightly. Behind the thick blanket was a red color.

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Tomorrow. Late in the afternoon Laras was chatting with her husband. Who happened to have come home from the office, now he prefers a lot at home and continue work at home. Let the wife there is a nemani, especially have stepped on the 9th month. Unless there really is an important pliers. That, if not replaced by Zayn.

The sound of a car coming into the yard. It just so happens that the fence isn't in the lock.

Susi immediately saw who was coming. Or visit the house late in the afternoon.

"Who's coming, baby?" ibra asked while keeping her eyes focused on the laptop screen.

"Either, Zayn kali," he murmured Laras while snacking.

Before opening the door, Susi peeked first from behind the curtains. "Well .. opa-opa." Susi opened the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, the barrel is Susi?" Jodi smiled kindly after Susi opened the door.

"Wa'alaikumus salam .. eh Opa-Opa, would you like to meet the young lady? There are. It just so happens that he is at home. Please enter?" susi said, please enter Jodi and the father.

"Thank you, Sus." Jodi pushes his father's wheelchair.

"Alhamdulillah .. if the barrel is at home." Mumbled Mulyadi while rubbing his face.

After being in the living room. "Please sit down, please wait. I'll call you ladies and gentlemen."

Susi enters the family room. "Sorry Nya. There's Opa with his father, in the living room."

Laras turned to Ibra who closed his laptop, after hearing Susi say there are guests. Then move on with Laras.

"What's Jodi coming here for?" ask Ibra.

Laras. Then the hall approached the living room not far from it. Ibra's hand held Laras' hand.

Once until. Laras reviews his smile. "Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Wa'alaikum salam. How are you?" Jodi stared at Laras and Ibra, then they shook hands. Except for Laras who just cupped his hands in his chest.

Barrel just realized that beside Jodi there is a middle-aged man. His eyes kept staring at him.

Susi came to bring her drinks and snacks. After that Susi went back to the back.

"Please drink and taste the cake?" Barrel pointed with his thumb towards the drink on the table.

"Thank you." Jodi and his father grabbed and drank it.

Ibra stared intently at the two men, waiting for his guest to say what? he wondered what they were coming for, no cooperation on business.

"Em, if possible or ... What is the need?" Laras ventured to ask what his guest meant.

Mr. Mulyadi received the question feeling in the love of the road. He glanced at the confused son who had to start talking from where?

"Are you really Laras? don't you remember me" said Mulyadi, staring at the nephew.

Laras scrunched his forehead. Seraya. "No. Who yeah?"

Mr. Mulyadi nodded his head. "Maybe you will not know Om, because at that time you were a child. But ... If Rustam must know you, right?"

Baras was stunned for a moment. Then look at the man. "Uncle, Rustam! of course I know. He's my uncle. Why?" Laras was astonished. Ibra just listen to where the storyline that the man is headed.

"I'm Rustam's older brother. Surely your father's brother, Om this is your uncle as well. Sorry ... thousands sorry, Om can't take care of you," he said with teary eyes.

The deg!

Heart Barrels are erratic. I still can't believe the middle-aged man's words.

"You mean, you're Laras' uncle?" ibra finally made a sound.

Mr. Mulyadi nodded. "I'm sorry I abandoned you, but Om has tried dozens of times to ask Rustam for your whereabouts. But he was silent just saying you were put in a parlour that was not clear address. I look for you in every home, but the results are nil," he said, wiping a circle of tears that want to spill as well.

Even the barrel of his lips trembled, both of his eyes were dewy. Prepare to drop clear and warm water. On his head overshadowed the faces of both his parents, and it was Rustam's uncle who took him to the orphanage. With a promise to visit every month. But come-coming after Laras lectures, continue Laras already working and ask for money on him.

"Om sorry. Om wrong, Om first Rustam took you. After that incident. All the property of your parents, which is enough for you to live everyday and school fees, all the lost is not left by Rustam." Sorry, Mr. Mulyadi.

Jodi rubbed the back of his hand. "The last few years I've been getting restless haunted by regret. Until I finally got sick like this."

With Jodi's words, Ibra can guess that this middle-aged man is the father of Jodi. Ibra smiled a little, she felt safe. If Jodi is Laras' cousin, then Jodi has no chance to admire Laras more. But suddenly Ibra remembered that Jodi had enjoyed the fondness of his ex-wife, Dian. But he didn't want to talk about it at all.

"So this, your father Jodi?" sound Slowly.

"Right, and I've been replacing him for a few years looking for you." Jodi nodded.

"But .. I don't believe you're my brothers yet." The barrel shook a little.

Ibra turned to his wife with a difficult look.

Jodi pulled out the wallet. Take out some photos. Laras when he was a child with his parents, and also there is a photo with Rustam and Mulyadi. Jodi gave it to Laras, taken by Ibra and saw it together with Laras.

"Is this really your picture, and your parents?" investigate Ibra while flipping through some of the photos.

Laras nodded slowly. "This is uncle Rustam. It's Mom and Dad." Laras eyes dropped tears profusely, his heart returning to the events of decades ago. Where her parents left with tragic events.

Both of his hands covered his face. Covering up her hiccups, Ibra carried her into a hug. "Patience, don't be sad. Instead you should be happy, because you can meet your family." Cup peaking the top of the wife's head. Ibra's voice was so soft.

"Why are we meeting now? why didn't you meet him." The sound of Laras while hiccupping in Ibra's arms.

"Darling .. Why talk like that anyway? God knows better, right? the best for us. Now might be a good time to meet your family." Ibra rubbed her back gently.

"Suami was right, some days you came here. But you're not in place. Susi said she was in the mension and happened to be said, Young Madam is not well." Jodi stared at Laras at a glance, then lowered his head back.

"Yes, that's right. My wife is healthy." Ibra Timpal. And Laras put his eyes on the husband.

"But now you are absolutely healthy, La .." asked Mulyadi. Directing a view on Laras.

The barrel moved, and kneeled near Mr. Mulyadi. "Uncle, Laras apologizes if Laras doesn't recognize Uncle." Grabbing both hands of Uncle.

"It is precisely uncle who must apologize, because Uncle abandoned you all this time." Holding the head of the barrel. "Even Uncle can't keep your parents' treasure that should be yours. All because of Rustam." Mulyadi clenched her teeth. So furious at Rustam.

"Already, Uncle. If it's about wealth, maybe it's not my fortune. Let it be, treasure can be sought as long as we try-"

"Some, right now. Barrels don't lack anything." Ibra chimed in on Laras' talk.

"I'm happy to see Uncle."

"Moreover, Uncle, La ... Uncle is very happy. Will you, will you forgive Uncle?" mr. Mulyadi looked at the nephew while rubbing his head.

"Nobody should be forgiven by Uncle" Laras said with great sincerity. Both cuddle. Spill out longing. As Uncle and nephew.

The atmosphere full of that day. Just look at Jodi and Ibra, even Susi stood up and cried near the back door.

Outside there was a clattering of steps more than one pair of feet. towards the living room ....

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