Marriage Contract Letter

A gaffe

Laras turned his head, smiling at the forced. Clenching his hands as if ready to punch.

Moments later Ibra walked out of the bathroom. His eyes look for the existence of the shadow Laras but nihil I don't know where he is.

After wearing his sleepwear. Malik Ibrahim rushed down, with the intention of having dinner. Until this moment the three wives of Ibra have not been seen the trunk of his nose.

"Eh .. baby, I'm coming home," Yulia's voice immediately rolled her hands in a friendly manner on Ibra's shoulder.

"Ehem ... How was your lecture, today smoothly? why just get home at this hour, where you were."

"Currently, ah .. dear why the hell is the question so suspicious, then,? so sad nih," Yulia sulked in a spoiled tone.

"Yes had taken a bath there, after which we ate together," told Ibra to look intently at Julia, but she got a strange view of the body part of Julia, precisely the neck of Yulia that was briefly seen by Ibra. A red mark imprinted there while he himself did not feel it.

"But darling still misses," leaned her head on her husband's shoulder.

Ibra pretended to rub Yulia's neck by brushing the hair adorning around it to convince her. Sure enough a new red mark, while he sure didn't make it. What else in this last moment.

He thought hard, what does all that mean? Ibra smilingly looked at Yulia and kissed her forehead. "Have a shower there. I'm waiting in the dining room."

"Em .. good," while grunting her own body odor with her leisure, she did not feel suspicious by her husband.

After Julie left him. Ibra continue her steps to the dining room +kapur. "Where's Laras? told to serve the husband instead disappeared," grumbled Ibra.

Laras was preparing for dinner with some assistants. Ibra commented on her smile seeing Laras being there.

Feeling someone watching. Laras turned his head at the sight of Ibra standing on his arm and looking at him. "Master wants to eat?"

"Yeah" he said as he approached the dining table that was quite spacious.

Laras prepared specially for Ibra, after giving the plate to Ibra. Then Laras sat a short distance from her husband.

Malik Ibrahim glanced and looked at Laras in surprise, Why sit there? this chair is not empty."

"My-me ..." Laras hung his words. From the other direction came Dian who was already wearing casual clothes, behind her Yulia walked in one direction towards the dining table.

"Baby night?" greet Dian on Ibra his hand rubbed the back of the husband, sitting on the right. And Julia sat to the left of Ibra.

Ibra didn't respond to anything she focused on eating. In his mind was still a red mark on Yulia's neck.

"Darling! sleep with me tonight, right? I will be gone for a few days now" Dian said as she put food in her mouth.

Because there was no answer from Ibra, Dian turned to see Ibra eating while daydreaming. "Darling?" with a little voice.

Malik Ibrahim looked at him. "Haa .. What's wrong?"

Dian's upset. "So you didn't hear what I was talking about?"

"Hah .. um speaking of what earlier," said Ibra who really did not pay attention to Dian.

Dian shakes. "I told you, you slept with me tonight. Tomorrow, I'm leaving, '" his hand rubbed Ibra's jaw.

"Oh! no, tonight I'm going to sleep with Laras," while glancing at the eaty Laras.

"Tomorrow at night just love the same barrel. Tonight with me first huh?" persuade Dian.

"Don't love .. You're not gone forever, are you?" connect Ibra.

"Yes," said Dian nodding.

"Mery hasn't come home yet?" ibra asked his third wife.

"It seems not yet," said Dian on the sidelines eating it.

"Hem .." murmured Ibra then sipped a drink.

"Yulia! where were you going after college?" netra Ibra's eyes turned to Yulia.

Yulia was surprised that her husband was suspicious. "Em ... The fourth friend for a moment, keep going home." Yulia was a little nervous as Yulia's hand pulled her straight hair to cover her neck.

"Yes-believe! why are you suspicious like that?" Yulia wonder.

"Not suspicious .. just ask." Ibra relax.

Yulia became tense after seeing Ibra's seemingly suspicious attitude.

"I feel weird! ever since you married this poor woman your attitude has begun to change, "staring intently at Ibra wine and then at Laras makes Laras look up.

"What are you doing to carry my name?" inner Barrel.

"Don't bring people names, just think yourself maybe you're hiding something from me, or what I don't know" Ibra said as she put fruit in her mouth.

"I-I didn't keep anything." Yulia looked nervous and gawked away leaving her food unfinished.

Finish eating. Laras immediately went to his room, lazy to be there. Previously on Ibra and Dian.

Dian looked at Laras' back as well as Ibra. Then Dian looked at Ibra. "Why should I suspect Yulia? it's like you're accusing her of being a no-no" said Dian, who disapproves of her husband's attitude.

"I am a husband. It is natural that I would rather know what my wife is doing outside. While they are more out there than with me" Ibra stared intently at his old wife.

"Ta-but-" Dian did not continue, he himself felt insinuated by the words of Ibra just now.

"Once you are, I need to know where you are and who you are with. Why, I need to know that!"

"When have you been like that?" Dian becomes clueless about her husband's attitude which she considers to be changing.

"Since now" said Ibra briefly.

"Yes! I'll go early in the morning, pray for me?" Dian settled Ibra with her trademark smile.

"Okay, just a few days, right?" ibra looked at his first wife.

"Yes baby! I won't be long, will I miss you?" dian's spoiled voice while holding hands to Ibra's shoulders.

"Yes, get some rest there! so that tomorrow morning wake up refreshed," kissed the wife's forehead.

"Em .. I miss," said Dian, embracing her husband's body.

"Yes-yes." Malik Ibrahim took off his wife's arm.

"Well, I'm bobo first yeah baby," cup cup cup, kiss Ibra's cheeks right and left do not forget his lips long, making the assistants who were there feel awkward themselves, being treated to such a scene.

Finally they took off their hugs. Dian went to her room, while Ibra was still sitting dreamy on the spot.

"Sus .. does the pudding made by Laras still exist?" looking at Susi who is in order.

Before replying, Susi turned to Rika's head assistant who was standing not far away and nodded. "There sir, can I get it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Susi stepped towards the refrigerator and took the pudding that was still half left. "It's Mr." Susi treats it with a small plate and her spoon.

"Thank you." Ibra took a spoon and cut the pudding, then devoured the pudding she said was bad.

In a short time the pudding was exhausted, eaten Ibra, after the remaining dishes. Ibra got up from her seat while rubbing her mouth with a tissue.

Ibra's wide steps towards the stairs to the fourth floor, a voice called out to her.

"Darling! where you going?" mery's voice rushed over to Ibra.

Ibra's steps stopped and turned around. " Why just got home! from anywhere? forget you have a husband."

"C...dear? I was busy shooting," Mery held onto Ibra's two shoulders while looking at her husband's handsome face, her legs sticking out to easily grab Ibra's face.

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