Marriage Contract Letter

Bawel

"Aish ... so angry, how will the husband be told? little angry. Be a little cranky.''

"Suami is the husband, must understand also times ... uh, Mr Zayn is not the husband of Susi? why do you want to be treated with Susi? take it yourself." Susi is back to grumbling. With glaring eyes.

"okay-okay. Take it yourself." Zayn picked up the shampoo in the container that Susi showed him. "Her towel dong Sus." pinta Zayn again.

"Ow ... This Mr Zayn is it?" Susi turned off the stove, then went out of nowhere.

Zayn waited as he tapped his finger at the table.

"Here, the towel." Susi gave her a new towel.

"It's still new, isn't it the towel?" zayn asked while smelling him.

"Still that new, new holy. New ironing, just folding too." Ketus Susi while continuing her cooking.

"Ish-ish, ish .. I think I just bought." Mumbled Zayn.

"Sir, Zayn can't see. Did I cook from earlier? not from the store and buy towels. Don't use logic if it's the name!" susi is back.

Zayn. "Bikin' dizzy talking to you Sus."

"Ngapain also talked to Susi? people are busy cooking too." A quick look at Zayn's back that passed away.

"What the hell does that sound like? rich cat snatch rats alone." The voice of Rahma's mother who had seen them from far away.

"That's it, big lady. Mr. Zayn made an esmosi Susi," Susi said.

"Don't fight mauu, will change love loh .." added Ms Rahma while commenting on her smile.

Susi shudders. "Ih .. amit-amit."

"Who is Susi's friend?" tanya Laras who just came with Ibra to the place to eat.

"This, darling ... Susi same Zayn noisily .. aja, said Mama later can long fall in love," said Rahma.

"Oh, shall we marry. They're Ma ..." - timpal Ibra.

"Master .. don't want to, Susi won't." Susi shakes.

Barrel set the cuisine on the table. Then take a plate for the husband. "What does it eat?"

Netra Ibra's eyes move to see the menus. "Sour and fried chicken. It's a long time ago, baby, not much." Ibra Pinta.

Laras nodded, then gave it to Ibra. He poured drinking water into the glass, for the husband and himself.

Zayn came up with a fresh-looking face, then sat down on an empty chair.

"Oh, Taun Zayn. That's where Susi sits, don't wear it." Susi chirps when she sees Zayn sitting where Susi used to sit.

Zayn stared flatly at Susi. "That's still some empty seats to sit on." Showing some empty seats.

Susi saw what Zayn showed. "Yes, Taun Zayn has moved. I'm used to it." Susi doesn't want to lose.

"Lazy ah, I'm comfortable sitting here." Zayn didn't bully Susi. He took the plate and the rice.

"Mr Zayn, move over there. Susi wants to be there," Pinta Susi looked at Zayn.

Zayn focused on taking the menu. No matter with Susi's pinta standing in her place.

Some eyes saw Susi. Until Laras opens the voice. Clap the chair next to him. "Sus ... sit here near me."

Susi glanced with pouting lips, face on the bend. Swinging his steps sat down near the Barrel.

"Already, don't frown. Amali in front of that frowning food. Like not grateful. Let's eat." Take the Barrel to Susi.

"Yes, Him." Susi took the plate. Occasionally his tail glanced at Zayn who was focused on his dinner.

After eating, Zayn sipped his drink into the toilet. "Please Sus. Pour more drinking water."

"Take it yourself. That's closer, what do you tell people." Ketus Susi's.

"Yes, people in plain sight." Ibra defends Susi.

"Huh," snorted Zayn.

"If Susi sits there, Susi gets it, her own people are there." Susi.

"Yes, you've been sitting here, slide," Zayn pinta. Stand up.

"Gee, I don't want to. It's comfortable here." Susi shakes.

"Yes already? sus Oya. Wanna? please buy persimmon fruit yes, in the refrigerator has run out. Mr Zayn can too, right? take Susi to look for her!" Barrel looked at the two.

"Well him?" Susi and Zayn pointed at each other and gasped.

"Susi himself, or the same Mas Irfan," Susi said while cleaning the dishes.

"But it's the night Sus. Irfan is not there, his mother is still sick" Laras said again.

"All right, Mama wants duku or mangosteen." Timpal ma Rahma.

"Who wants to go with you? mumbling Zayn. "But the hunt's gonna hunt for the night."

"Because ... Susi wants to be holy first." Susi washed the food just now.

While bua Rahma and Laras clean the table.

"Buruan ... will hunt down the night shop or the supermarket is closed," continued Zayn while adding laundry with a used glass he drank.

"Iih ... Bawel very much anyway? help the cake nyucin not rush doang." Susi Gerrut.

Zayn raised his eyebrows next to. "I am the Boss' personal assistant in the office, time should help nyuci and fall very dignity I as an important official? in office.

"Wouldn't you?" susi's eyes swerved. "The guy can only talk about it."

"Eh, who said? I help you out." Zayn helped clear one glass. "It's not good what try, I have an important position in the office. What happens if my subordinates see me wash? ouch .. fall my dignity." Zayn.

The people who are still at the dinner table, smile ..just look at Susi and Zayn. Ibra who crossed hands pulled the corners of her lips smiled.

Finished washing, Susi faced Laras taking the money. Finally Susi and Zayn went looking for the Pinta Baras.

"The rice is rich in cats and rats." Mumba Rahma's mum.

"Smatch it already." Timpal sir Marwan while mesem.

"It's a good idea anyway, rather than a mulu pajan outside, just ask for marriage." Ibra nodded her head.

"Depends on them too. We can't, we can't, we can't force the will." Said Mr. Marwan.

"Yes .. We are just an effort, to unite them. The result depends on the soul, right?" connect Rahma's mother

Then Ibra went to her room. Followed by Laras, so did Rahma's mother leave the dining table.

Ibra lay on the bed. His view to the ceiling. Then his eyes moved to see the wry wife into the bathroom.

A moment later, Laras returned with water on his face and skin. "Date, pray first."

"Hem." Ibra muttered with her eyes almost closed.

Laras already wearing mukena and still waiting for Ibra, Eh even still with the original position. Step Barrel approaches the edge of the bed. "Abang ... wake up? pray first."

"Hem, sleepy darling," murmured Ibra again, still closing his eyes.

"But, no prayers yet. Brother ... wake up. I'll wait for this." Baras looked at the husband.

Ibra opened her eyelids, glancing at the wife who was still standing on the edge of the bed.

Slowly Ibra's limbs moved awake. Then he lowered both his feet to the floor. "But baby, take the wudu first."

"Yes," Laras' head nodded. Look at Ibra's back until it's lost in either bathroom door.

Minutes later, Ibra again took the holster that Laras thrust. Then the two prayed together. After reciting the prayer Laras kissed the back of Ibra's hand. Ibra also kissed Wife's forehead. And hugged his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, brother, who can't make you happy yet?" cuph landed a small kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"me too. Not able to be a good wife yet," said Laras while immersing his face in the chest of the husband.

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There have been many fruit stores that Susi and Zayn, coincidentally the fruit in search of empty. Some supermarkets are also just as empty, which can be new to duku and mangosteen only. While the bumil order has not been able to.

"Anyway home? there's no stuff either. There's been so much we've come in, empty it all." Zayn.

"Mr Zayn how the hell, that bumil request is more important. How the hell? I don't know what pregnant people are!"

"Where I am pregnant, don't look at me as a virgin man." Ketus Zayn while showing himself in front of Susi.

Susi glares. "That said, Who can get pregnant? susi means, if as a man must also understand. What if his wife ..... pregnant wants something, that no one should be held Tau?"

"Oh ... is that? kirain I'm pregnant" Zayn said as he walked to the car. "So how dong people don't exist."

"Where else?" ask Zayn as he enters his car.

"Yes, look for it." Susi also put on her seat belt.

"Haven't? it was a long time ago, too," asked Zayn.

"Start, hard." Susi's still fiddling with the seat belt lock.

"Ck." Zayn clucked in annoyance, then removed Susi's hand from the belt joint. He tilted his head and locked it.

Susi turned her head back. Didn't think that Zayn wanted to pair it for him.

"That's a bother." Zayn's voice, ready to turn the wheel.

"It was ugly, I could prove it." Susi doesn't want to lose.

The car drove back with eyes constantly intensely looking at every fruit shop. Until it feels like the journey is too far away.

"You want young lady. Try that, orange. Mango, Kan easily tuh," he murmured Zayn while his head looked right and left.

"If the easy, it does not want to be pregnant, on average, it wants to be a bumil that is difficult. Especially when cravings. Just repot it."

"I'm lucky to be a boy, so I don't crave. Not pregnant." Zayn smiled.

Susi. "It is precisely because the Master is male that will serve his pregnant wife later."

"But I'm not married!"

"Ih .. It's hard to talk to someone like you?" susi's head shook violently.

"It's up to whoever wants to talk to you. See a lot of them hanging in the store in front of me." Zayn pointed to the fruit shop that was in front.

Susi. "That's a banana."

"Lovebanana!" muttered Zayn, his lips extended a smile.

Susi's eyes moved looking towards Zayn. "What is banana love? that's banana love." Susi Curious.

Zayn laughed faintly. "The "banana of love. Come down, there's the fruit we're looking for."

The car stopped, Susi opened the seat belt. But the lock cannot escape. "Kok hard?"

"Otherwise?"

Susi looked over with a worried look. "It's hard to open."

Zayn was forced to intervene. But it can not open as well, then Zayn pull as hard so that Susi lowered her body. Susi lowered her body and went straight out.

"That's right .. it's ugly. If it is good, it will not be rich" said Susi while closing the car door. Brugh!

"Suppit. What the hell are you talking about?" Zayn also came down following Susi's steps. Previously locked his car with a remote.

Susi sightseeing. To the point of being reprimanded by the seller.

"What do you want to buy, Mommy?"

"It's Bang. Want to get some persimmon." Answer Susi.

"Oh, that fruit. There's Mommy."

"There really is a Bang?" ask Susi. Wanna make sure.

"Yes, there's."

Susi girang, finally the one from earlier in search, met too.

"But super Mbak, better," said the brother again.

"Yey .. had Bang, yes dong good. What's so ugly?" timpal Zayn who now stands near Susi.

"Yes, I'll take it a minute." Not long ago the brother returned with a crate of persimmon fruit.

"One kilo aja, Bang," said Susi.

"All of you know it's hard to get." Zayn said while picking up oranges, then eating.

"It's two kilos of bang, which is still partial?" susi Pinta.

Brother nodded. "Don't be afraid Ma'am. It's good fruit."

After paying, the two immediately returned to the car. This time Susi is no longer wearing a seatbelt. Zayn immediately gas.

"Ouch. Slow dong?" pinta Susi, after her head was almost forward slumped.

"He's got a seat belt on." Zayn's Order.

"What to wear? already know it's broken. Forgotten or forgotten?" ketus Susi kekeh.

"Why the hell if you have to say nyolot? can't be gentle what? how to talk to your husband, rude mulu!"

"Here you are, sir, it's not Susi's husband."

"Yes, if you want to be my wife. We get married let me be a husband" Zayn said.

"What's? what was it talking about. We're married." Susi gasps.

The new Zayn realized what he said. "What should I say?" knocking forehead.

Then the two looked at each other. And both of them instantly shuddered amusedly.

"Who wants to marry you, even if the tajir twists sorry, no interest," said Susi threw her gaze out the window that looked dark even close vision.

"Unfortunately you think I want to marry you, there are also many people out there who ask to be married." Zayn is no less spicy.

Susi puckered her lips forward. With hands on chest.

"But, if you look at the sweet, it's also a girl. Especially if the polishing is a little, will not lose to the women who often date me." Inner Zayn.

"Ah, what am I thinking?" he muttered in Zayn's heart while slightly shaking his head.

"Master, this Zayn is indeed handsome from the past until now even more handsome. But it's Opa Jodi." Inner Susi occasionally looked towards Zayn. Then the henchmen set their eyes on the streets.

No more words were said between the two. In addition to the sound of a smooth car engine. And the noise of the noisy motor.

Didn't feel Zayn's car into the yard of Laras' house. "Well, it's lonely. The power is already in sleep." Susi brought the employer's order.

"Look Sus ... it's 10pm through here" said Zayn, closing his car door.

Susi comes in first. Coincidentally the door is not in the lock, in the living room. Ms. Rahma and Mr. Marwan are still awake and watching television.

"Just get Sus home?" scolded Rahma when she saw Susi and Zayn enter.

"I-iya Big lady. Young mistress orders are hard, still to meet as well.

"Oh .. but it looks like Miss is asleep. My order is there?"

"There's Him." Susi keeps everything on the table.

"Yes already, Nak Zayn nginep only. it's night too," said Mr. Marwan to Zayn.

Ms. Rahma was busy eating duku and mangosteen. Susi ate it too.

"No ah, I want to go home," Zayn said.

"When I'm here, Nak Zayn is late, right?" said Rahma, seeing Zayn back up.

"Other times is Aunt." Zayn twisted his body swinging his steps out.

"Antar Sus." Marwan and Rahma said.

Susi wonders. "Where's antar? time must Susi inter. Susi keeps coming back here who's the same?" while frowning his forehead.

Mr. Marwan and his wife shook their heads. And throw a smile.

"It's Aunt. Don't talk to him not connect." Chirp Zayn.

Dugh!

Susi's leg lightly kicked Zayn's calf so Zayn screeched. "Aws. Crazy fucker." Zayn immediately swung his wide stride leaving Susi.

"Say crazy, good thing you're staying away. If it's close." Susi grumbled with her hands clenched.

"Already ah, already there bring all and put it in the refrigerator. It's night. Don't forget the key to the front door" said Rahma and Mr. Marwan nodded in agreement.

Before finishing, Susi locked the front door first. In the middle of locking the door, suddenly. At the sound of knocking on the door, Susi peeked out from behind the curtains no one ....

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