Marriage Contract Letter

Angrily

Then Ibra's face traced the two hills before him. He kissed a few times. Yet again Laras avoided.

Ibra became increasingly upset, while the two looked at each other very closely. Ibra changed her sleeping position sideways. His wife's body, Laras bengong. Looking at her husband's back. He thought, what anger?

Laras changed his sleeping position hugging the waist of the husband. But somehow Ibra felt really upset. So that keeps the hand Laras from his body parts.

The heart of the Barrel is like a sliced. Sick, only this time her husband was gini rich in anger though. Baras did not despair, he brought his body closer. Hugged back very tightly, stuck his face on that back.

"I'm sleepy" murmured Ibra as she took back Laras' embrace.

Laras added bengong. His heart became riled up, but let it be. He thought while closing his eyes. The drowsiness that attacked made Laras not want a lot of thoughts.

Likewise with Ibra he slept with a heart that was upset with the wife. You have to save his wishes first.

For Laras every night feels so long, because often awake. I want to pee, thirsty. Uncomfortable with the sleeping position, making Laras often ask for Ibra far away. So that he feels free.

As of this moment, Laras was awake. Sit on the shoulder of the bed. Looking at the back of the husband who was lashing. "Abang ..." murmured Laras.

But Ibra, it looks very good. And tighten the embrace to the bolster, this cold night feels increasingly cold and quiet. Baras' hand stroked Ibra's hair gently. "I'm sorry, it upset you. I hope you're not angry tomorrow."

Until dawn, Laras more often awake than sleep at night. And from 03:00 in the morning, Laras sat on the prayer mat. Pondering and begging for forgiveness, he kept thinking with the annoyance of the husband. It wasn't serious, but it caused a lot of anger.

Abu Hurairah said, The Prophet said, "if a husband invites his wife to have a relationship, but he (wife) does not fulfill the husband's invitation, until that night the husband is angry, but he (wife) does not meet the husband, then he (wife) will get the curse of the angels until dawn." (Moslem HR).

Barrels jump. "Astagfirullah, I don't want to be cursed by angels." Received a clock that still shows at 03:30.

Baras immediately kept his prayer tool. Then crawled up closer to Ibra's body which is now his sleeping position stretched. With a sigh Laras called. "Absite ...."

There was no response, and Laras rubbed and kissed the husband's cheek. "Darling, awake?"

This time there was movement of Ibra's limbs. "Hem." Without opening his eyes.

"Wake up, didn't you want something last night?" whisper Laras in Ibra's ear.

"Hem, sleepy. Dah is not in the mood," he said in a heavy and hoarse voice.

If only it was seen, both eyes glazed glazed with regret. Then his hand moved, wiping Ibra's chest slipping into her pajamas. Playing small and black things there. Makes Ibra's body move like it's stunted. But still closed.

Lips Laras smiled happily. Then bring her soft lips closer to her husband's. At first it was just sticking, but long ago kissed it with a friendly.

Ibra who was still a henchman closed her eyes, gasping. His eyes suddenly opened wide, feeling that his forehead was sticking and biting slightly. Ibra pretended to be asleep.

Barrel briefly take off. But back to stick it again, long playing there. His hand continued to rub Ibra's chest, then moved down to feel the snake that was awake. Immediately pulled back, Laras lips turned a smile. "Wake up, don't pretend to be asleep," patted her husband on the cheek, and showered him with a little long-long, passionate kiss.

Ibra smiled happily, then opened her eyes and chuckled, making Laras feel astonished.

"Why?" investigate Laras while frowning him.

"No, it's funny. My wife started making love." Her hands moved with a touch that hung beautifully and tender.

"I'm sorry, it made you angry. I don't want to get an angel's curse until dawn. For refusing the husband's will."

Ibra's forehead shriveling. Meaning of wife. But did not stop me*****hanging hill. "So?"

"Before dawn, we-"

"Hem, can't stand it?" whiskey Ibra. Now it's Ibra's turn to play an important role in this, now Laras is under Ibra's confinement.

"So the story is that my beautiful wife is afraid of getting angry with angels, because she refuses to relate." The heavy voice of Ibra.

Laras nodded slowly. His fingers unbuttoned Ibra's pajamas.

The atmosphere of early morning is getting colder, but other with this pair that actually creates a hot atmosphere. So that their sweat poured out, a great struggle occurred under the thick blanket of both of them.

The air conditioning temperature was unable to cool the heat of the hot bodies of both of them. When feeling the peak of pleasure, both bodies stiffened violently. Then the man drooped weakly with an irregular breath.

A moment later, Ibra again gave kiss on the face and neck of Laras. Still full of passionate desire.

"Already," said Laras softly, his voice still sounds heavy.

"In a moment, dear," again fondled the wife full of passion, so that there was another ritual that Laras wanted to finish. But what power Laras must surrender and finally enjoy again. To feel the satisfaction of the umpteenth time. She did not want to upset her husband anymore. She wants to make her husband happy and content.

After cleaning together. And do not forget to do dawn, Laras prepared formal clothes for Ibra. Then clean the room and open the curtains as well as the window so that the morning air can enter the room.

Then Laras, sitting on the sofa near Ibra who had started struggling with his laptop.

"Today, I have to go to the branch with Zayn, not pa-pa, right? not long after, the afternoon went straight back here." Glancing at the wife.

"Oh, ga pa-pa. Go, don't worry about me." Reply Barrel.

"Yes, already. I want to change clothes first, I have to leave early." Ibra closed the laptop and took the clothes that had been prepared.

Laras also initially only saw the husband who was wearing clothes. Then stand up, help put on a suit and tie. "careful huh? and hopefully get some fluency." Mumbled Barrel while pulling the tie.

"Aamiin, dear .. thanks for the prayer." Ibra rubs the cheek Gently.

"Sama-sama, you should have. The wife in the house prays for her husband." The Barrel's hands are coiled around Ibra's shoulders. Pinching her feet to reach her husband's face. Cuph landed his morning kiss on the cheek.

Ibra also landed a small kiss on the forehead of the wife. Then down to the right and left cheeks. "Well at home yeah, if there's anything call me quick." Swiping his stomach for a while.

Laras replied with a nod. Then put on the shoes and give a watch from the drawer.

"Thank you baby, you always spoil Brother," said Ibra while stroking Laras cheek.

"That's my duty as a wife, isn't it? I'm sorry if there's a lot of flaws." Reply Barrel.

"It feels like I'm-"

"Ssttt ..." Laras's finger stuck to Ibra's lips. "Don't talk anymore. We better go to the dinner table, what do I do for breakfast?"

"Em .. what yes, warm milk already. True in fact," Ibra chirped while showing her smile. "Warm white water and cheese fried rice huh? it's simple."

"Alright, I made ya." Baras swung his steps towards the kitchen, while Ibra followed behind.

Once we get to the cook. Baras immediately prepared the Ibra pinta.

"What do you want to do, madam? Susi has breakfast ready. Here's what Susi did." Susi's voice approached.

"No, Sus. Let me just make fried rice for you, sir" said Laras while showing his smile.

"Oh, yeah." Susi nodded.

"What cooking, dear?" ask Ms. Rahma who just showed up there.

"This, Ma ... Brother asked to make fried rice," said Laras while anteng cook fried rice.

"Hem .. That Susi is preparing breakfast.

Ibra sat in the chair watching the wife who was cooking. Suddenly Zayn came to that place.

"For Boss?" he sat in front of Ibra.

"Important files to bring?" tanya Ibra stared flatly at Zayn.

"Of course, it's in the car. Relax, everything is ready!" sahut Zayn while raising his eyebrows.

"Good."

"Eh, is Zayn's son coming?" greet mom Rahma.

"Yes, this morning Auntie .. is going to the branch office." Zayn replied as he took the plate and poured the rice and side dishes.

"Oyes, is it Bang? go to the branch office!" asked Rahma to look at the son.

"Yes, Ma .. tipped Laras, but the afternoon also went home. Not going to be nginep," said Ibra.

"Oh, yes. Just be careful." Madam Rahma rubbed Ibra's shoulder.

The fried rice made by Laras is ready, and immediately serves it at the table right in front of him Ibra. "It's ready .. please eat."

"Thank you dear." Ibra pulled the plate, then ate.

"It was only 5 minutes ago Om," Zayn said as he looked at the watch in his hand.

"Oh, so to his branch office?" mr. Marwan looked at Zayn and his son.

"So, Pa. .. Tipped Laras ya." Ibra looked towards her father.

"Yes, sure. That is our duty" replied Marwan as he ate his breakfast.

Everyone enjoyed their breakfast. After he finished eating, Ibra said goodbye. And Laras escorted to the terrace.

"Well at home, huh?" Ibra peeped at his wife's forehead. Then his hand stroked Laras' stomach.

Laras nodded and kissed the back of the husband's hand. Hugged her for a while before letting her husband go.

Ibra entered Zayn's car, waved his hand as the car passed and left the place.

The barrel re-entered the house while holding his stomach. Seeing that the dining table was clean, Susi was washing the furniture. Looking outside, the mother-in-law was watering the flowers. Mr. Marwan is watching television.

Finally Laras decided to go to the room to pay the duha. Still early in the morning, step out of the bathroom. But his stomach feels cramping which taramat very. Baras forced himself to pile pillows for his feet to lie down, his legs higher than the head. That's what the obstetrician recommends, when if there is a cramp. The barrel lay down, his lips wincing withstanding the pain.

Barrels recalls doctor's advice.

When stomach cramps hit, lie down to relieve pain. If the pain is on the left, lie down to the right or vice versa. As much as possible position the legs higher than the head and use a pillow as a booster. It is better to avoid doing sudden movements when stomach cramps hit.

He followed that advice. Until the cramping was reduced. "Huuh .. repeatedly exhale from the lips. "Oh allah. If it's time to give birth, make it easy, God." Laras Mumbled. While continuing to waste his breath.

Baras does not want to trouble people, as long as he can still handle it himself. After a while, after a while. Eventually the cramp gradually disappeared, Laras could sit back and continue his intention to pray duha.

"Pa, is Papa not going out today?" ask Rahma to her husband.

"No, Ibra is willing. Leave Baras with us while he's not around, Irfan is not there. Her mother's sick, when do we leave?"

"Yes, if not wrong has entered the 9th month anyway. What if he wants a baby, there's still only Susi? at home. oh .. Mama's daughter-in-law kasian very yes," mother Rahma immediately moved from her seat and steps towards the room of the ghost. He suddenly worried.

Slowly his hand held the door handle and pushed it slowly. It appears that Laras was sitting together wearing a face. "Alhamdulillah .." momma rubbed her chest feeling relieved.

The two eyes of Laras turned to look at the mother-in-law who was standing in the middle of the door. "What's the matter Ma?"

"Ah, no Mama is just worried. Afraid you'd want to give birth to that." Madam Rahma came in, then sat down on the sofa.

"Oh, not yet Ma .. Yes really stomach cramps. It feels like a pull-it-"

"What's? Papa, Susi? Laras wants an outflow," Rahma suddenly panicked and approached Laras. Fiber is confused how?

Laras. "Mama why?"

"You, want the hand, right? Papa where the hell! papa ... phone Ibra, patrol car uh ambulance," looks mom Rahma panicked.

"Mama .. I was just cramping, that's it, not now. Now I don't feel anything anymore" added Laras.

"Huh? earlier. Not now! not to give birth," look at Rahma's mother staring anxiously at the ghost.

Laras. "Not."

"Owilah ... Mama panicked." Swiping chest.

"What's the Mah? noisily," the voice of Mr. Marwan emerged from behind the door.

Rahma turned to her husband. "Hehehe, no Pa. .. just your panic is excessive."

"Hem ... What's wrong?" looking at his wife and ex. "Other father took a bath, Papa thought there was something, so hurry up and come."

It does. Mr. Marwan bare-chested only wrapped in a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Sorry, Pa. Mama is." Laras sees Rahma's grinning mother.

"Here, Papa continue bathing there. Shame." Rahma's word to her husband.

Mr. Marwan also turned his body to continue his bath. While grumbling. "Think what's wrong with Mama, make me shocked."

Barrel stands. Assisted by Rahma who glanced at the Laras bed that piled up the used pillow.

"You want to lay down again, baby?" asked Rahma while holding the hand of the ghost.

"Yes, Ma."

"Pillies want to stay like this or move in?" Added Rahma's mother.

"Let's Mah. It's." The barrel lay down again but this time did not put the leg as before. Now he feels sleepy due to sleep deprivation last night.

"I'm sleepy Ma, nights like sleep deprivation." The barrel evaporated several times.

"Yes, just sleep. Later if you feel cramping again his stomach call Mama huh? don't hesitate, just say anything, call Mama. Don't be alone."

"Yes, Ma ... huah ..." yawned again, then closed his eyes.

Ms. Rahma left, leaving Laras who had started sleeping. Previously touched the stomach Barrel. Not forgetting to close the door.

Ms. Rahma headed to her room. There Mr. Marwan has finished bathing and is now sitting relaxed on the sofa.

Saw his wife come in. "What's Mah?"

"No. Earlier, he said Laras stomach cramps. That's why you panic, not play. Though his cramps when he was alone."

"Oh, that. But not giving birth?" search mr. Marwan.

"No ah. It's still a long time from the estimate" said Ms. Rahma.

"May?" call Mr. Marwan.

"Hem!" sahut ma'am Rahma while playing her phone.

"It's been a few days, not ahem. It's the right time now." Playing his flirtatious eyes.

"What the hell is that?" mom Rahma blushed in shame.

"Come on. The bird's loose, to the nest of what kind of person?"

Mom Rahma's eyes widened, glaring perfectly. "What's? haphazardly, still intact. Find out what else!" While showing all hers to the husband, who grinned mischievously and the look led to the wife who seemed to challenge her.

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Jodi is taking her father to a hospital and consults one of the expert doctors. Can the father still be healed? and he said it could still be by way of routine therapy, if necessary treated there.

For the recovery of the father. Jodi also agreed that the father would be treated until he recovered. But not in the hospital, but in his home.

The doctor also approved and recommended a nurse who will take care of Mr. Mulyadi. And in the afternoon the nurse will be sent home.

After a series of examinations. Mr. Mulyadi is back. After taking the father home, Jodi also left to work. Earlier he showed the nurse who would come and take care of the father.

A beautiful young nurse, hooded. Caca, with full name Caterina Cantika. If he comes, put him in the guest room immediately" Jodi's message to her assistant and father.

"Good, sir." His assistant nodded.

After that, Jodi continued her intention to go to the office. His car was speeding by, his mind had already begun to calm down. After the barrel was found. The father wants to seek treatment in Jakarta which previously kekeh does not want.

His eyes looked ahead. Occasionally looking back from the rearview mirror, her aunt let out a whistle, signifying a happy heart.

Ting!

Ting!

Ting!

Looks like a message went into his cell phone, Jodi did not open immediately. Instead of continuing to drive his car ....

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I'm sorry if there is a writing that is less pleasing in the hearts of all readers, yes I want to ask you all. Do you think this story is too vulgar? come where it likes too, let me increase the spirit.