Marriage Contract Letter

Outcast

The car was parked in front of the gate of Jodi's residence. And finally the security opened the gate, told him to come in.

Some pairs of eyes were staring at the luxurious house building. With each one's thoughts.

Still stuck in Irfan's memory, when he infiltrated Dian's spy that time. When Dian was drunk and teased Jodi at that time.

The door opened and the middle-aged man in the wheelchair was pushed onto the porch by a young woman wearing nurse clothes. His face was blissful. With a friendly smile he welcomed the arrival of his nephew.

Ibra and Laras went down, and Laras's hand hugged Ibra's. Walked over to Uncle Mulyadi.

Assalamu'alaikum, Uncle how are you?" Laras kissed the back of his uncle's hand.

"Wa'alaikum hail, Alhamdulillah well. How is the opposite of you?" ask Mulyadi again when he shook hands with Ibra.

After shaking hands with each other, Mulyadi invited Laras and her husband in. Sit in the living room. So show up and sit down and talk together.

Laras went to want to go for a walk to see the state of the house. Meet the new Caca from his room.

"Bak Caca's uncle's nurse, huh?" tegur Laras, did not introduce also Laras already know the young woman who wears this nurse outfit named Caca.

"I-iya, right. Madam's right. How many days have it been here," Caca replied very kindly.

Laras nodded. "Call me Laras. Uncle, I just played here. So you don't know the ins and outs of this house."

"Oh, Mr. Mulyadi's nephew. Well, Mba Laras is beautiful." Praise Caca who admires the beauty of Laras who he thought she was.

"Ah, could you. Ma'am Caca is also a very beautiful God." The Netra eye Baras observed Caca from top to bottom. Very pretty, sweet.

"Oh, so embarrassed. Praising is commendable, which compliments do not fit the facts. He he he .." said Caca while covering his face with both palms.

"Ha ha ... Caca's funny too?" Laras feels just getting to know Caca already feels familiar. Feels like we've met for a long time.

"Yes, how many months pregnant? it looks big?" his hand did not hesitate to touch the stomach Baras.

"Oh, 9 months Ma'am." Barrel smiled.

"Well .. just get out again yeah, lahiran. Good luck, happy mother and son."

"Aamiin O Allah .. thanks." Barrel showed a smile on his lips.

The barrel goes for a walk looking at all the corners of Jodi's house. Until he heard the sound of Adzan magrib's voice. Calling Muslims to fulfill their duties.

Laras and others used to pay the prayers of magrib, Laras and Ibra placed in a fairly luxurious room. After the prayer, Ibra sat on the edge of the bed.

Ibra stared at the wife intensely. The barrel is still folding its prayer tool below. "Darling, how do you still like his stomach?"

Baras turned to Ibra. "Still and it feels more often, but not too sick anyway," he said Laras in a very serious tone.

Ibra's feet approached his wife and helped her to her feet. "Are you going to the hospital now?"

Netra's eyes Laras looked at Ibra's two eyes. "No, it'll be." The two look at each other. Then Ibra's hand clasped his wife's shoulder into his arms.

"Will talk soon? if you want to go to the hospital," Ibra said. More and more dare not far from Laras. Fear of suddenly asking the hospital.

Head Laras nodded slowly, while slightly grimacing withstanding the pain. Ibra rubbed his wife's ass.

Ibra couldn't bear to see it. "Where will you give birth? I can't bear to love." Cuph. Pecking the top of the head of the wife with a friendly.

"We're going down yu? it's not good for the host to stay here for a long time." Slowly Laras broke away from the husband's embrace.

Ibra spread her gaze throughout the room, she realized that this room was in the video. Where Dian teased Jodi, her lips smiled faintly.

"Come, honey?" invite Ibra to look at Laras and approach the wife who is standing in front of the mirror.

Laras's eyes were fixed on Ibra through the reflection of her face in the mirror. Her aunt made a beautiful smile.

Ibra hugged him from behind. "It's finished yet my angel is hem?"

"Yes-iya .. This is also true." Slightly tidied up her slightly slanted hood.

"My wife is beautiful." Ibra muttered with perfectly interested lips.

Ibra's hand led Laras' hand out of the room. Down the stairs, in the family room Mr. Mulyadi was seen with his nurse. While at the dinner table, the assistants were preparing for dinner.

Ibra and Laras sat opposite Mulyadi and Caca. Jodi hasn't been seen there.

"Uncle. Does Uncle know where Uncle Rustam lives?" search Laras about his uncle Rustam.

"Lacking to know La .. he likes to move around hard to take care of. Moreover, Uncle lives in Semarang, he is often in a big city," said Mr. Mulyadi while shaking his head.

"Oh, I never knew where he lived, Uncle. Last saw you almost a year ago. Until now I have not met again," continued Laras.

"Sama, La .. Uncle also haven't seen you in a long time." Mr. Mulyadi took a deep breath.

Jodi comes with a fresh and neat appearance. "What's this talk about? I wasn't invited."

"It's about your uncle Rustam. Don't know where he lives." Mulyadi turned to the son.

Meanwhile, there was a pair of eyes watching the people who were in the middle room.

"Caca, have a family?" tanya Laras turned her eyes to the nurse uncle.

"Oh, not yet Mba Baras." Caca nodded.

All eyes are looking at him. A beautiful and graceful woman. But Jodi immediately lowered her gaze.

"Oh, still single?" added Laras while smacking his smile.

"Why baby?" ibra asked but his voice was slow.

"No ... just aja," replied Laras.

"Hem ..." Ibra's eyes glimpsed Caca's appearance. Then his eyes turned to Jodi in turn. Ibra silently smiled.

"Eat dinner is ready Mr." Mbok Darmi's voice from the direction of the dining table.

"Yo, we're eating. I'm hungry already." Jodi got up and pushed his father's chair. Caca's tailing from behind.

Ibra stood up, drawing his wife's hand. "Down sweetie."

After everyone sat around the dining table. As always, before taking it for himself. Laras prepared for the husband first.

Then new for him. Others taken by Darmi mbok include Caca.

"Bismillah .. We eat." Mummed Mr. Mulyadi.

Everyone starts dinner regularly. In a hose with small talk including about work. And Mr. Mulyadi asked Laras to stay there.

But with subtle Laras refused with a reason later. If it is already so much more he said.

"Well, you're doing it too. There are several rooms here that are still empty" said Mulyadi.

"This is not how well-Well .. when compared to his mension Ibra who is all-round and large also wide-"

"Yes?" mulyadi glanced at the son.

"Yes, yeah. I haven't come in yet but from the outside I've been caught in it how? if Yah see must be amazed," continued Jodi reassured.

"Ah, it's normal." I'm Ibra, feeding a spoon to her mouth.

"Keep why don't you guys stay at the Missions? who lives there? your parents also lived in the house yesterday, right?" fawning Mr. Mulyadi. Looking towards Ibra and Laras.

"It's not that I don't want to put my wife there, but the stubborn Laras. Do not want to live there again, preferring to live in the house now, if papa same mom. Obviously he'll live where the ghost is. Especially in this pregnancy. Usually also papa and mom live abroad," said Ibra explained.

"Kan, do not feel at home Brother .." said Laras turned to the husband.

"Oh. ... Why not?" mulyadi asked, his eyes pointing to Laras who was eating.

Laras lifted his face. "I don't know, don't feel at home Uncle," he admitted Laras. "It's more comfortable in the house now."

"Oh .. Find comfort. Wherever it matters is comfortable" said Mulyadi.

"Well .. that's Uncle's right. Wherever it lives it's important to be comfortable." Laras turned his head to the husband by raising his eyebrows.

Ibra smiled at his wife and rubbed her cheek at a glance.

"Maybe his mession, save memories of less wearing times." Chirps Jodi.

"Not really!" timpal Laras, looking at Jodi who he thought was pretentious.

Ibra's beads stared intently at Jodi. But the speech of Laras reduced his sense of regret.

"Sorry, you know." Error Jodi without raising her head and focus on eating it.

"Uncle support me, where does Lala want to be? the important thing is to be comfortable. If you are here, please. After all here your family home too, want in Semarang. Perhaps also, for your important Uncle you're happy La ...."

"Yes, Uncle." Laras nodded.

The meal was over, they all returned to the living room again.

Jodi, Mr. Mulyadi. Baras and Ibra continued the conversation in the room. A conversation that is expected to be increasingly attached to their families.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. I came ..." Dian's voice suddenly appeared on the themat, carrying a paper bag in hand.

Everyone was surprised to see the sudden arrival of Dian. But did not forget to answer the greetings from Dian.

"Wa'alaikumus greetings." Simultaneously.

Dian was personally very surprised to see Ibra and his wife at Jodi's place. Ibra was not surprised to see Dian at Jodi's house. While the netra eye Dian met with the netra eye Ibra. They look at each other.

"Why is Dian here?" batin Laras while turning his gaze in another direction. In his hand that Ibra held tightly.

"Sorry, I interrupted your show?" tanya Dian was a little clumsy.

"Ah, how common, sit down, Dian boy?" mr. Mulyadi was so welcoming Dian's arrival.

Jodi nodded and pointed at the empty sofa.

"How are you Om? sorry if I come at night" said Dian who approached Mulyadi. "Yes. I brought something for Om."

"Om, well thank God. Wah ... don't bother Nak Dian." Mulyadi took the paper bag that Dian gave her.

"Why didn't you say you wanted to come?" jodi asked when Dian was sitting on the sofa he pointed at earlier.

"Em .. I just happened to run out of the Mall stop here first" she admitted.

"Sir Dian is healthy?" sapa Laras looked towards Dian.

"Health ... as you can see. wah ... Your stomach is getting bloated? you can't wait for him, right?" obviously Dian.

"Yes, that's right!" timpal Ibra, finally opened his voice.

Dian raised his eyebrows. "What are you guys doing here anyway? business work? business or-"

"Family meeting." Jodi interrupted Dian's words.

"Family meeting, you mean?" Dian's eyes seemed to see one/one person who was there.

"This is my cousin."

"What's? he's your cousin Jodi?" tanya Dian seemed to not believe the answer from Jodi's mouth.

"That's right, this barrel is pounding Om. Cousin Jodi." Mr. Mulyadi added the phrase from Jodi, his son.

Dian became stunned. He did not think at all that they were cousins, but he used to tell his honeymoon this one to Jodi. And it turns out they have blood ties, their heads slightly shaking in disbelief.

"Kok I just heard now, that you're cousins? I never heard that before. Whereareyou? when Laras married Ibra, there was no one I knew in time. Or claiming to be his family. What .... because he's already famous? so many people claim to be brothers?" cecar Dian uncoated. Because it is true, when she married Laras with her ex-husband, there was no one who claimed to be her or her cousin.

"It's not a joke. We just found out that not long ago, Dad has been looking for the whereabouts of Laras. But just met," added Jodi.

Dian looked at Jodi meaningfully. "Yes. Unfortunately very fate of you Laras, have a rich brother gini. Had to stay in a parlor without anyone noticing before huh?" clearly Dian turned towards Laras who was looking down. His hands were held tightly by Ibra's hands.

Laras not the slightest intention to answer Dian's innuendo to him. Let it go, he thought.

While Ibra prepared to make a sound, if Dian again nudged about Laras. He was waiting for the next rant.

"That, not in the intentional Nak Dian, Om was already trying to find him. But fate said another time. So hard to find. But Alhamdulillah .. Now we have met and become closer." Remember Mulyadi. Ending with great gratitude.

"Oh, the story may be a wasted child huh?" a little smile.

"When living in a parlor, it makes itself more mature, more independent times." Timpal Ibra stared intently at Dian.

"Eh, don't be angry .. because this is reality." Reply Dian was no less sharp his gaze looked at Ibra.

"Who is angry? I'm just saying the right thing!" said Ibra whose hand was held by Laras. He doesn't want to have a fight.

But the hand grip Laras turned into a great grip. He felt a strong contraction, cold sweat coming out from all over his body. It makes Ibra panic. "Darling?"

Laras' head infiltrated the husband's chest. "Sickness .." cried Laras restrained.

The others are also panicking. "Why do you want to give birth?" the same question.

Ibra's getting panicked. "We're going to the hospital now, baby?" Immediately stand away from the wife's pale-looking body. And Ibra carried him quickly. The Barrel hand coiled to Ibra's neck is very strong ....

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