Marriage Contract Letter

Make it good

"Mama sure, someday. You will get real happiness, can a husband who can accept you as you are. And make it all in the past a valuable teaching." Suddenly, Rahma's mom grabbed Dian's shoulder.

Dian looked at Rahma's mother. "Mama, I can't have kids. I'm sorry I've-"

"Dear, don't regret it anymore. Everything has changed, everything has happened and cannot be repeated." Soak up Rahma's mom back.

Laras only saw and heard the words of the in-laws to Dian. His heart was stunned, however, he felt that he was the one who might be the trigger. The home of Dian and Ibra.

Jodi came back to the baby boy with a sweet smile. His finger rubbed the delicate little guy's cheek.

"Ah, the Boss is sleeping," he muttered Zayn who was now standing near Jodi.

"Maybe, because of sleep deprivation last night, Nak Zayn. Therefore sleepy, tired," said Ms. Rahma glanced at her son.

Neither did Laras feel his eyes closed. Attacked by a very severe drowsiness.

Finally, Jodi and Zayn say goodbye to Rahma and Marwan. For both Laras and Ibra were fast asleep. There's no way they're waking Laras and Ibra.

"Aante, Om. I'll go home first. Come back here with Dad." Pamit Jodi's.

So did Zayn, he said goodbye. After, stroking and staring at the baby boy. "I'm going back to the office, too, Auntie. Om." Zayn immediately preceded the exit. After shaking hands with Rahma and Marwan.

"Oh, yes. Careful." Rahma and Marwan's mom's message to Zayn and Jodi.

Jodi passed, leaving the place. Signed by mr. Marwan. To the front door.

Dian he's still at home. Staring at his baby boy Laras is handsome and funny. The boy was so sleepy, briefly opened his eyes and made a sound. Sleep again. Sounded again, Dian's lips were unceasingly expanding. Until finally he moved and took his leave. Looking towards the sleeping Laras, Ibra was the same.

Then look at Rahma and Marwan. "Mah ... I go home first huh?"

"You go back to the office!" ask Rahma's mom.

"Em, just go home, ma .. uh. Later, I want to come here again with Mommy. Can't Ma?" Dian looked at Rahma's mother expectantly.

"Oh, of course you can dong. Just bring Mommy here, with pleasure." Madam Rahma nodded.

"To here. No one is forbidden. We are glad to receive your arrival." Timpal Marwan with his friendly smile.

"Thank you, Pa. Mah .." said Dian hugging Rahma's mom. Hugged Mr. Marwan. Alternately. "Yes .. already. I'm going home first."

Dian also went home, who previously rubbed back the loving little one.

Now only Rahma and Marwan sit on the sofa watching television. But the little one woke up and cried, Rahma immediately checked the baby boy.

"It's like changing diapers, Pa." Her hands instantly skillfully opened and replaced the baby Satria diapers.

Hearing the baby's voice, Laras awakens and finds Ibra's hand hugging her belly. When I looked, Ibra was still asleep. He moved his hand slowly. Netra Laras eyes immediately lead to baby Satria who is changing diapers with Rahma's mother.

"Why Ma?" asked Laras with his raucous voice.

"Wet baby. It's not comfortable, so ask for a change. Oy. Looks like thirsty too, love again." Madam Rahma picked up and gave it to Laras.

The barrel positioned itself sitting leaning. Unbutton his pajamas, to give asi. "Sick, Mah .. His suction is very strong."

"Yes, it's like that when boys. Unlike the girls, he said not so strong. I'm not used to it either." Answer Rahma. "Not exactly as strong, same father?" whispered mom Rahma teasing.

"Because ... Mama ... what the hell?" Barrel blushed in shame.

Come some guests. Of Ibra's colleagues and important people in his Ibra business.

Ms. Rahma and Mr. Marwan welcomed her guests. While Laras who still gave asi woke Ibra.

"Abang .. wake up. Lots of guests." But Ibra was very difficult to wake up this time.

"Abang ..." Laras' hand shook Ibra's shoulder and rubbed her jaw gently.

"Hem." Ibra muttered while writhing. But his eyes were not open.

"awake. Lots of guests too." Baras rubbed the husband's cheek again.

Ibra opened her eyelids. Sweep all the contents of the room. Her eyes found that important people were taking their time to come. Someone brought a paper bag. Beautiful gifts, as a gift for baby Satria.

"Have they been?" ibra murmured with a heavy sound typical of waking up.

"Just come anyway." Laras looked back.

"Oh, Papi's hotshot is thirsty, huh?" kissing baby Satria head. Then walk down the floor to the bathroom for a while. A moment later Ibra came back with a fresher face, immediately met his guests who inhabited baby Satria who were already in his appearance.

All congratulate the birth of the baby boy, son of Malik Ibrahim and Laras. They were delighted at the presence of the CEO's handsome son.

Everyone there had a happy face. The flowers of bliss are very and difficult to describe in words. Moreover, the smile between Ibra and Laras always expands, the happy hue on his face is clearly engraved.

Until the night Ibra's guests kept coming. Alternately, the room was already full of congratulatory flowers.

Jodi and her husband have arrived. With sister Caca. They congratulated Laras and Ibra.

Mr. Mulyadi hugged Laras. full of happiness, has been gifted a cute grandson. Just met the nephew, not long immediately given the best gift. Yes it's a grandson.

"Congratulations La .. May her baby be a godly child, useful for nusa and the nation. Proud of parents, family," Mulyadi told Laras.

"Thank you, Uncle. Thanks for your prayers, Uncle also hopefully healthy." Laras nodded and implied happiness on his face.

"Mbak Laras survived? Baby is cute, handsome. Make a gem, anyway," Caca told Laras, they both hugged. It looks familiar, as it has known for a long time. Though just getting to know.

"Thank you, Sister Caca. Hopefully quickly follow yes," replied Laras while commenting on his smile.

Then Caca held baby Satria very carefully. Looks hot and boisterous. "I love kids."

"Oh yeah? that's why the hunt is coming, Ma'am. Let his age not far with Satria," said Laras back.

"Have the candidate not?" mulyadi asked Caca.

Caca simply replied by shaking his head. Baby Satria spoke. The boy moved his eyes and lips looking for mimi, like he was thirsty again.

"Well, it's rich." Mumbled Caca.

"Honey, the baby boy is thirsty again. Give her milk until she's full."

Then Laras gave him breast milk. But this time wearing a cover, so as not to see people when giving his asi.

Today was so exhausting, giving birth. Plus many guests who come as if unceasing. At 21:00 the room was quiet from other guests. Except Jodi. Caca and Mr. Mulyadi and Mr. Marwan and wife.

Baras just free dinner. In the same bribe the husband who continues to faithfully accompany. Bigitupun with Ibra who ate very greedy. Irfan who once entered and brought food and drinks for guests and also the employer. Always outside.

"When?" jodi asked the father who was busy chatting with Mr. Marwan.

Mr. Mulyadi turned towards the son. "Can. Still at home ..." breathing heavily.

"Next time come again. It's night." It's night." Connect Jodi.

"Well ... we go home now." Mr. Mulyadi agreed. Then they say goodbye. And the promise will return in another to the border.

"Uncle, be careful?" barrel Messages.

"Yes. You also. All right, healthy fast! let's go home soon, Uncle will come home, let's be more free." Timpal mr. Mulyadi.

"Yes, Uncle .. insya Allah I must be quick to go home," said Laras as he glanced at the husband.

"Yes, great. Hopefully yes?" please Mr. Mulyadi.

"Be healthy quickly La. Let's go home quickly" Jodi told Laras, continuing to shake hands with Ibra.

"Mbak Laras's. I'll go home first, okay? next time I look at the little guy again who makes a miss, iih .. I'm jubilant to see it," said Caca with eyes staring at the baby boy.

"alright. You guys play again next time, and thanks for coming." Laras showed his friendly smile.

Jodi pushed the father's chair. Followed by Caca from behind. They are like a very compatible couple.

After Jodi and the father were not there. Ms. Rahma entered the bathroom. His body is very sticky and sultry.

"Papa too, want to take a bath" said Mr Marwan when he saw his wife going to the bathroom.

Ibra is very close to the little guy. Who is now asleep due to satiety, after drinking breast milk. Then I saw the father. "Sama, Pa. .. I also want to take a shower. There's an ace, but it's still hot like this." Ibra Timpal. Justifying the words of the father while looking at the air conditioner that is indeed lit.

"Em, maybe because of the eve of many people this time?" timpal, Mr. Marwan again.

After Rahma came out of the bathroom. Continue Mr. Marwan who came in to clean up.

"Nah-nah, well wake up the baby boy," murmured mom Rahma while approaching.

Laras who just wanted to sleep woke up again, looked up at the little guy. "Kok getting up again anyway?"

"Well again dear time .. it's normal especially not to have dislodged the umbilical cord. So the little one is not a henchman, later also if it has been removed. It'll be more of a bobo."

"Oh, how many days is it usually, Mah to take it off?" search Laras staring at the mother-in-law.

"There are 3 days there are 4 days, which a week also exists if the time is old. Uyut said it."

"Ooh .. That's it." The barrel lifts the baby boy into his lap.

"Welcome to sleep if you have a baby?" timpal Ibra's.

"Yes, it's like that. But there is a risk if you have children. But enjoy it just because anything needs a process, if you do not want to take care not to make children," said Rahma mom while sitting herself on a sofa not far from Laras.

"It's delicious, Mah. Make addiction continue," said Ibra without hesitation or embarrassment.

"What the hell? I'm the one who was born bad, risking my life" Laras said as he rubbed Ibra's jaw.

"He he he .. Yes baby, thank you for giving me the baby boy on my birthday." Ibra.

All stunned. Ms. Rahma Samai forgot this was the day Ibra was born. "That means that your child is born the same as your brother. Oh my goodness ... Mama forgot, happy birthday dear.may long life, healthy. The more abundant his treasure and blessings." Bu Rahma hugged her son just like that.

"Thank you, Mah .. Thanks for the prayer Mama always offered every time for your child." Ibra returned tightly to the embrace of her mother.

Barrels. He did not know that Ibra milad on the same day as the birth of the baby boy, even though the previous doctor's estimate is a few days away. But maybe God willed another, the little one was born on this day. "Me, don't know. If today-"

"No, dear pa-pa. You are the most beautiful gift to me. Plus you've given me another gift that makes my life more perfect, yes it's this little one." Ibra kisses the little guy's head and Laras's head shoots alternately.

"So, don't ask for any presents, do you?" ask Laras while showing her smile.

"No." Ibra. "Later if it's been 40 days" he whispered in Laras' ear.

"What if it's longer?" suddenly, Rahma asked her son a question.

Ibra and Laras gasped and immediately turned their heads. "Mama denger? You just whisper." Ibra protest against the mother.

"Look. People in plain sight, don't you see Mama as big as an elephant?" ketus the Mama.

Ibra laughed, feeling funny with the words of her mother. "Ha ha ... This mom is there."

"Well, how many days does Mah normally have?" search Laras who was curious.

"Normally 6 weeks. But if to relate depends on each readiness, even though it is finished. If you're not ready, don't pa-pa-"

"You mean Mama, don't do that?" tanya Ibra immediately interrupted the words of the mother.

"Yes, I thought. What woman is not sick? giving birth is a pain, and the pain is long. It's been weeks." Definitely Ms. Rahma. "Sometimes many who fast until 3 is not a loh dear."

"Ouch!" ibra's palm patted his own eel. Suddenly limp.

Marwan looked at his son. "You have just been lethargic for a day so ha ha ha ...."

"Yes, Pa. Look at your son, Pa. It could be a week or so of confusion," said Rahma while showing her white teeth.

Lips continue to smile. Heard their chatter. Occasionally kiss the forehead of a baby boy who has started to sleep again.

"Not ah." Ibra's murmuring shook his head. And looked at the smiling wife as if to sneer at her.

"No what? It's obvious." Temptation of the father as if he did not believe in his son.

"I'm going to the toilet first." Laras put his son in his original place.

"What do you want, baby? I'm gonna take a shower." Ibra caught Laras' hand.

"You change the pads again" said Laras looking at the husband for a moment, then took the pads.

"Oh .. Yeah, I'll take you." Ibra held Laras' hand up to the bathroom door. "Be careful, baby." Seeing the way the wife looked in pain.

"Yes," murmured Laras while nodding.

Ibra came back to her parents. "Well, what's it like to fast that long?" search Ibra. He sits himself next to his father.

Mr. Marwan looked over. "Uuh .. it feels heavy. Like a wifeless, unchannelled desire. Make a headache."

"You can exercise. Must understand also the condition of the wife, must not be selfish. Cassian wife." Timpal ma Rahma.

Ibra's breath was heavy. Heavy faced times had to refrain from her favorite rituals, ruffling hair violently.

"But it's only temporary, baby. Not forever. This brother has only been so for a day." Rahma looked at her son.

The barrel reappears, out of the bathroom. Ibra approached immediately, and this time carried his wife. He took her to bed. The barrel that gasped, uncontrollably wrapped his hand on the shoulder of the husband and looked at him fixedly.

"Now, rest. Mumped little bobo hem." Cuph landed a small kiss on his wife's forehead. Then cover it until it covers the chest.

"Yes, honey. Sleep is night again." Tell Rahma ma'am.

Laras nodded. And immediately closed his eyes which happened to be sleepy. Ibra went to the bathroom to clean up. While Rahma and her husband are preparing for rest.

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Next day. The Dian residence. "Mommy, if you want to shop? yes, just shopping. Going to the hospital with me. After work, not alone."

"But you didn't come home late in the afternoon, did you?" ask Lodia ma'am who was having breakfast.

"No. We also went home and wanted to see a baby boy. She's handsome Mom, makes a splash." Remember Dian. Lips smile.

"Well, Mommy wants to see him soon." Ms. Lodia was curious. Incidentally Dian did not have time to take a picture, and did not ask for it either.

Inexplicably, Dian immediately fell in love with the baby boy Laras and Ibra. Not sleeping well last night, keep remembering the boy ....

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Sorry for the one waiting. Yesterday I did not have time to up, because it is not strong sleepiness he he he🙏