Marriage Contract Letter

Fear of losing

I heard the door knock again. Susi is back peeking. "Nobody? freaky. Iyy .. fear."

Because still curious, again Susi peeked. Suddenly.

"Muarrrrrt ..."

A scary face appeared. Making Susi jump in shock while shouting. "To-please .. Satan, ghost. po-pocong, kuntilanak. Would help?" susi's cry was extremely frightened while covering her face with both hands.

There was laughter from outside, it seemed very crisp and satisfied. Susi's eyes glared towards the door.

Ms. Rahma and Mr. Marwan who heard Susi's screams immediately approached. "What's Sus?"

"That-that, there's-there's a ghost behind the door." Pointing at the door with a pale face.

"What's wrong?" search Mr. Marwan while opening the door. Laughter is still heard even though it sounds restrained.

Blake it!

Door opens. Zayn holds the mask he was wearing to scare Susi.

The frightened Susi was half dead, to the point that even the knees were trembling weakly. His face was pale. His eyes glared perfectly after knowing it was Zayn. His move quickly charged at Zayn with a punch.

"Based on Mr. Zayn, scare me, accept my vengeance." Susi keeps hitting Zayn.

"Oh-ooh, oh my goodness." The geph! susi's hands were caught by Zayn and locked her.

"Deliver?" screeched Susi, then two pairs of their eyes met. Staring at each other for a moment, then Susi lowered her head not daring to look at Zayn's sharp gaze.

Zayn's lips covered in a smile. Netra Zayn eyes continued to stare at Susi's face that turned red, she looked embarrassed in Zayn's gaze. I don't know why his heart dag dig dug is erratic. There is a hard feeling to express in words.

After a long time in that position, Zayn just took off Susi's hand from his grasp.

Susi took a few steps back.It was clearly nervous of him, who used to look ugly and fierce. Now bow like a bird shot. His heart kept pounding. The heart beats so fast. Ser ... His blood flowed so profusely, his attitude changed drastically. And immediately turned the half-run body in.

Zayn became stunned, seeing Susi's departure. While Rahma and her husband were leisurely sitting on the sofa, in the living room saw a zayn standing on the terrace. Finally Zayn nodded respectfully and blushed in embarrassment. "Excuse me, Auntie."

Zayn immediately took his steps towards the car, continuing his intention to go home.

In the room, Laras was agitated. Waking up from sleep is not due to noise or noise from outside. Because Laras room in particular uses sound absorbers, from the outside is not so heard especially from the inside. Nothing but the door was open.

He woke up wanting to pee. Ibra slept well. Ibra woke up, her hand touching the one on the side. Yet Empty. Then squinting his eyes, it was true that the bed next door was empty. "Darling?" then turn your gaze towards the bathroom, which sounds like tap water pouring. Makes Ibra's heart think the wife is in the bathroom.🙏

Sure enough, not long Baras appeared from behind the door while holding his stomach. Ibra wakes up sitting on the bed.

"Why baby?" ibra looked at his wife.

"Respissing." The barrel takes the drinking water, and drinks it. Lek Lek! sound of water that is drinking.

"Well, bobo yu?" slowly pull the Baras hand up to the top of the bed.

"When you wake up, you have trouble sleeping again. These eyes are hard to shut anymore." Laras.

"Here I hug, let's be comfortable." Ibra carried Laras' body in her arms.

Baras positioned himself in the arms of the husband. "Abang, get some sleep. I'm going to work tomorrow."

"No pa-pa, later also if sleepy must sleep again." Ibra muttered, with her raucous voice. The other hand stroked the wife's stomach very gently.

The two talked until late at night. Occasionally decorated with small laughter and warm kisses, until finally Ibra again attacked drowsiness. Ibra slept very well.

While Laras is still awake and restless. Uncomfortable with the sleeping position that he felt was made wrong. That's how every night has to go.

The night went away, changing with the atmosphere of the morning. Where the atmosphere that was once quiet and quiet, again decorated with the hustle and bustle of life. Many people start with their activities.

Ibra is preparing to go to the office. Laras was busy helping her husband to tidy up.

"It seems, now the stomach often contractions." The barrel grimaced a little.

"Huh? wanna give birth?" look at Ibra with an anxious face to see the wife grimacing her stomach. He also touched the stomach of his wife.

"I don't know, it's not rich." Barrel put a tie around the husband's neck. Put on a suit, take a shoe.

"Darling, let my shoes be on their own" Ibra said, preventing his wife from wearing shoes. But Laras kekeh. She kept crouching, putting her shoes on her husband's feet.

After that he cleaned the dressing table, which lay the goods disheveled. Verily he felt quite a great sorrow, in the face of labor. But he did not want to tell a story afraid of disturbing people's minds. Let him be self-sufficient, surrender and leave it all to the creator.

"But .. isn't pa-pa, dear?" ibra asked, her face murmuring anxiety full of worry.

"No pa-pa, I'm not pa-pa. Go away," said Laras while shaking his head.

Ibra hugged his wife's shoulder from behind. "Relatedly? I'm worried, baby."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. If there is anything, I will immediately contact Brother," said Laras while stroking Ibra's jaw and looking at her from the mirror reflection.

Ibra's right hand went down, stroking Laras' stomach. "Jagoan Papi. Don't make Mammy difficult, will you? get out into this world easily. Cassian Mammy, Papi wouldn't have the heart to see Mammy in pain later. Come out easy, dear."

Both of Ibra's eyes glazed over. Can not imagine how later during labor, lately he often saw on you tube about women who gave birth so difficult. Giving birth between life and death, honestly he felt afraid.

Seeing Ibra's watery eyes. Lips Laras smiled bitterly. No doubt both eyes were visible there was a clear water circle clearly visible in the mirror. "Iih ... How does my brother cry? why, it's nothing."

Barrel twisting his body. Make their position face to face. The fingers of Laras rubbed a clear water circle at the corner of Ibra's eye.

"I'm scared, baby. If I had to choose, I'd rather lose our son than self-"

"Sstt .. don't say that, pamali. Instead you should pray that everyone is safe, you can't talk like that." Laras. Netra her eyes looked at the two eyes of Ibra who were both foggy.

"But, you're really afraid of losing you." His voice was raucous, Ibra's hands again embrace the wife full of haru. Giving a brief peck at the head of a loving barrel.

"I asked ... pray a lot? may his birth be good, our son and I are safe. Do not be pessimistic ah," said Laras.

"Dear, yes." Ibra nodded her head. With the same position. Hugged the wife's body.

Barrel pushing Ibra's chest. "Already ah, don't cry anymore. Men cry, ugly." Lips Laras reviews a thin smile.

Ibra's finger also rubbed the cheek of Laras crossed by tears. "I cry too. Stay cool." Glance at the mirror with confidence.

"Aish .. saucy sok," teased Laras while blushing.

"Yes dong, wait in the old wife's praise. Not in the praise either, mending sok saucy himself." Ibra's Dream. Cuph kissed his wife's cheek gently.

"alright. My cute husband .. It's time for breakfast."

"Ah, not sincerely say cute too," said Ibra, not satisfied in saying saucy same Laras.

"Emang, how's that supposed to be?" looking at the husband.

"Em ... not sincere, kiss her morning where?" pointing to his own cheek.

Laras showed his smile. Then kiss the cheek that Ibra showed.

"Once again, the old dong. That lightning time?" ibra Pinta. Then Laras followed the request of her husband.

When she was about to give her morning kiss on the cheek, Ibra's face moved so that their lips met. Ibra's hand touched Laras' nape gently.

"That's called early morning kiss, baby" Ibra said after her morning kiss ended.

Barrel looked down and blushed in shame. Swiping his wet lips. Then the two of them left the room to eat.

"So quiet Sus? Mama where?" ask Baras on Susi who was washing the furniture. Breakfast is available at the table.

"They're not out yet, her." Susi replied while looking at the master.

"Oh, yeah. Where's my order? can't." Laras just remembered that last night he had Susi and Zayn buy persimmon.

"Yes. But thank God it can be." The barrel opens the refrigerator and takes the persimmon fruit one.

"So forget." Laras went back to the table, got her husband breakfast.

"Make some bread, baby." Pinta Ibra while keeping her cell phone on the table.

"Aren't you looking for fried rice?" looking towards Ibra. "Bread it."

Ibra. Then grab some warm milk and gulp half of it. Then eat the bread that Baras prepared.

While Laras peels his favorite fruit, all breakfast with the fruit. And not one enough, he took it from his place again.

"Dear .. has breakfast?" mr. Marwan's voice after being among his son and ex.

"Morning, Pa ... Which mama?" asked Laras when he didn't see his mother-in-law.

"Yes, Pa. Is Mama sick?" connect Ibra. Celingukan looking for the existence of the mother.

"Mama, another plant water." Marwan pointed out.

"Oh .. I think it hurts!" mumbled Laras while eating pieces of persimmon fruit.

"Yes, Pa .. I said goodbye. Hang out first." Ibra kissed the back of his father's hand.

"Oh, yeah be careful. Self-driving?" search Mr. Marwan on the son.

"Yes, by yourself." Ibra.

"Darling, I'll go first. Don't forget if there's anything, call me right away" Ibra's message to the wife who moves to take her to the terrace.

"Hem .. don't worry too much." Laras holding Ibra's hand. Walk towards the terrace.

"Where can I calm down, dear?" now Ibra put her hand around his wife's waist.

"Ma, you go first." Pamit Ibra when he saw the mother was watering the plant.

"Yes. Careful baby." Rahma turned to Ibra and Laras.

"OKAY. Brother go first." Cuph kissed the wife's forehead and cheeks.

Laras kissed the back of Ibra's hand. "Be careful." Baras briefly hugged Ibra. Ibra landed a kiss on the top of Laras' head.

"The more days, the more friendly you are. Make Mama envious deh.." seduce mom Rahma while smiling happily to see the child and her ex get along well and more friendly.

Ibra finally went to the office. Self-driving, driverless, drove quickly down the street of the complex alley.

Ms. Rahma finished nyiram. He entered the house with the ghost. Barrels. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, Ma .. just eat persimmon fruit hi hi hi hi ..."

"Oh, have you, let's have breakfast? Papa didn't know breakfast yet?" said ma Rahma.

"Papa, it was Mah." Barrel walks with mother-in-law.

"Yes." Rahma did not find her husband at the dinner table. "Master, where's Sus?" she looked at Susi who was near the washing machine.

"It's in the pool." Answer Susi. "So Susi look in the pool.

"Oh," Rahma's mom sat in the chair preparing for breakfast.

The barrel sat feeling his stomach contracting. But not too.

"Let's go. Breakfast will hurt." Take Rahma's mom while taking fried noodles for breakfast.

"Yes, Mah." Showed smile. "I went in the room first Ma." Barrel stood up and walked towards his room.

At the moment, Baras is in his room. Sitting quietly on the prayer mat, his face wet with tears. Along with sincere prayer, ask for help to be launched at the time of delivery later.

"Yes, Allah .. Launch my labor later. Save me and my son, and make him a godly son. I want a normal delivery. Without caesar, God. Forgive my sins, my husband and my family. Lead us on the right path, make us grateful people. For all the favors you have given us. Aamiin-Aamiin O God."

That is a simple prayer from the lips of Laras. Then his eyes fell drowsiness. He put his head on the edge of the bed, still sitting down.

In the afternoon, Ibra came home from the office. Go straight to the bathroom to clean, the body feels sticky with sweat.

Barrel exited the room, having prepared a change of clothes for Ibra. He went to the kitchen and helped prepare lunch, his stomach that sometimes feels heartburn for a while. Disappeared again.

"Darling, you sit down. Don't be tired ah, it's just sitting sweet." Madam Rahma prevents Baras from activating.

"Yes, Mah .." said Laras and intended to return to the room. But there was a bell sound that sounded. "Sus. Let me see." stop Laras from opening it to Susi.

Laras swung his steps. Walk towards the front door, before opening it. He peeked out of the good curtains. There was a man standing on his back to the door, like Jodi.

Blake it!

When the Barrel hand pulls the door handle. The man turned his body to look who opened the door.

Jodi smiled, looking at the woman who was twisting her hair on top of it standing in front of the door. "Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Wa'alaikumus greetings. By himself? not the same Uncle," asked Laras kindly.

"No, I'm from the office straight here. May in?" jodi said when Laras still let himself still stand on the terrace.

"Oh, sorry. Please come in," finally Laras invited in.

"Thank you." As Jodi steps up her lips smile.

"Please sit?" pointing at the sofa, Laras went into the kitchen to bring a drink.

"Who's dear?" asked Rahma when she saw Laras back in the room.

"Jodi, Mah .." said Laras who then took the glass.

"Gee ... Opa-opa's coming, huh?" Susi was very enthusiastic, hearing Jodi's name.

Barrel pulled her lips in a sweet smile. Then bring a glass of juice to the living room.

Jodi who sat leaning back, straightened her seat after Laras returned with a tray in hand containing a glass of juice water.

The barrel crouched down and served the glass right in front of Jodi. "Drink the juice."

"Thank you?" said Jodi.

"Together, Uncle is healthy?" ask Barrel after keeping the tray under the table.

"He's healthy, now he's in therapy." Jodi replied while taking a glass of juice, then drinking it.

"Oh, can you get well soon, huh?" Laras nodded slowly.

"I ... come here. To invite you to dinner at home. Bring your husband." Finally Jodi expressed the intention of his arrival.

Ibra, who had just left the room, asked who was in the kitchen, when the wife did not get there. "Where is my wife Mah?"

"That's, there's Jodi in the living room." Ms. Rahma turned her head to the son, while staring at the cooking on the table.

"Jodi, what's the matter with him?" inner Ibra. His broad steps carried himself faster. So that in a second later he was standing near the wife ....

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