Marriage Contract Letter

Go home

Now only Ibra and his wife, also Rahma and Marwan. Ibra approached his wife and then embraced the waist of the wife who felt a little slender back. Peeling his forehead very affectionately.

"What the hell? shame on." Laras's eyes glanced at the in-law.

"No, dear pa-pa. Kangen from earlier many noble guests," complained Ibra hugged the wife's shoulder briefly.

"Hem .. This two-day feeling is still with me, it still says kangen. Not wrong?" lirih Laras rubbing Ibra's chest.

"Yes, how's dong? if so, hem!" connect Ibra. Then take off his embrace.

Then get closer to the baby boy with a fluffy smile. "Your presence isn't just Papi and Mammy being happy. But the others too, dear, you bring happiness to all of us."

Ibra's finger rubbed the tiny and delicate hand of the little one. A happy smile could not be separated from Ibra's lips that continued to expand. He looked at the wife who was looking at him. And her sweet smile.

"Why baby?" ask Ibra while approaching.

"No." Laras.

The net of the eyes of Ibra leads to the father and mother who are preparing to sleep. Ibra lay down near his wife.

Baras looked at Ibra. "Have you prayed yet?"

"It's a pity .." Ibra's hands embrace, bringing the wife's body into her arms.

Several times kissed the wife's forehead. Then they were sound in a dream that adorned his sleep.

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A few days later. After a check-up and other consultations, Laras and his baby boy can go home now. Today Ibra happened to be at work, after a few days off. And monitor the work from only remotely yes it is from the hospital.

Baby boy is already in Rahma's arms, and Mr. Marwan. Susi and Irfan were transporting all the items from the Barrel room. Because the goods are many, making Mr. Barko also come down to pick up.

"Honey. Is Ibra going to pick you up here?" mama asked Rahma to look towards Laras.

"Yes, Mah .. would like to come here first." Laras nodded.

"Maybe it's still on Mah Street .." - Mr. Marwan.

"Yes, Pah." Ms. Rahma said yes. "Eeh .. Oma's granddaughter is awake, we want to go home baby. Not the hospital anymore," Rahma's mom invited a baby boy chat.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Ibra's new voice came. With Zayn trailing from behind.

"Wa'alaikumus salam .." replied the one who was there in unison.

"Where is my handsome bang? I want a big Auntie!" Zayn asked the baby boy into his lap.

Rahma gave it to him. "Be careful Om. Hold it, I'm not strong yet Om!"

As usual Laras grabbed Ibra's hand at her kiss. Likewise Ibra landed a small kiss on the forehead of the wife. "Just home?"

"Yes, resign the meeting first. Let it be tomorrow at the Missions," said Ibra while opening his suit. Assisted by Laras, then rolled up his shirt arm to the elbow. Clean your hands first. Just approached the baby boy.

"Heh, wash your hands yet? play with the bench. Bring turquoise, danger!" ibra said to Zayn.

"Yes, sorry hehehe. Papi you evil Om can not bench baby Satria, Om so sad hik hik hik. This is your baby take." Zayn gave baby boy to Ibra who was ready to take it.

"In the meantime, I forgot how to carry a baby?" ibra's murmuring is confused. Doubtful about taking her baby.

"Awh .. tired deh .. his own father does not know how to carry a baby." Cibir Zayn patted his eel.

"Can, new. Haven't yet, where's my apal. You know how?" ibra asked her eyes at Zayn.

Zayn. "I don't know how to take it?" ha ha ha ....

"Eeh .. same thing!" ibra's head shook his head slowly, then glanced at the smiling mother looking towards the two of them.

Ms. Rahma taught me how to get out of bed or out of someone else's hands. Taught until Ibra and Zayn have a poultice and can take his own.

Then they prepare to go home. Ms. Rahma who carries a baby boy. Laras. walking with Ibra towards the car, Rahma's mother who was carrying a baby boy sat with Laras in the back. Ibra sits in front with Irfan, while Susi is in Zayn's car, arguing.

"Mr Zayn, I'd like to be in your car with Miss Laras." Susi complained.

"You don't know if it's full there, if you want to?" get Zayn. Sitting upright facing the steering wheel and eyes focusing forward.

"Why the road?" susi's eyes bulged. His tone is tight.

"Do you want to cram things in one more car, with Mr Barko?" ketus Zayn without looking.

Susi did not answer. His hands were clinging to each other, his eyes looking at the car that was riding Laras that darted in front. Nyesel did not enter the car first. "It has. Stop, I'm going down?" susi Pinta.

"If you want to go down, what do you want to go up?" search Zayn. "Will you walk?"

"Away from the same Mr. Zayn." Susi Timpal.

Cekitt ....

Zayn's car stopped suddenly. "OKAY. Downstairs?" snapped Zayn and turned towards Susi.

Susi gasped to hear Zayn's scream. Not expecting to be snapped by Zayn like that, Susi was ready to open the door. To dismount. But he paused, he thought if he went down to get on whose car? time to take a taxi.

Seeing Susi instead of coming down, even dumbstruck. Dreaming, as if thinking of something.

"Why not go down? instead of going downstairs and not going to car with me!" sergeant Zayn. With annoyance.

Susi panic. Frightened by Zayn's seemingly ferocious attitude. His head is deep. "Not be." Sluggishly.

"I also don't want to. With you, down? take a taxi there instead of walking!" sergeant Zayn is back.

Susi's eyes are foggy. Glazed. No more words, silent a thousand languages.

While Zayn waited, Susi cried. Zayn felt guilty. "Why are you crying?"

Susi nodded without answering.

"Why crying? answer." snapped Zayn. This time his lips smiled.

Susi gasps. "I-i. Ta-fear," Susi replied intermittently.

"Fear why?" ask Zayn back.

"Fearless. Same with Mr. Zayn the fierce." Timpal Susi, a glance. Then bow back.

Zayn smelled his smile. "Sorry, my mood is not good anymore."

Indeed Zayn again less good mood at this time. Last night he was abandoned by his lover who preferred a Caucasian man rather than himself.even though Zayn had the intention to continue the relationship to a more serious level, but it turns out his lover broke the relationship just like that. For the bule man he just met.

"Okay, let's continue the journey. The Boss' car is far away, maybe it has arrived, too" Zayn said as he turned the steering wheel.

"Mr Zayn isn't angry anymore?" susi asked as she glanced towards Zayn.

"No." Zayn pulled his lips smiling. "I want to ask you. Why anyway? if you are me you are sometimes very jutek!" Netra Zayn's eyes briefly stared fixedly.

The look they meet. Deg hearts both pounded erratically. Susi immediately turned her eyes to any place.

Zayn himself immediately refocused forward. Seeing a lot of streets.

"I'm hungry, I haven't had lunch yet. What if we eat first?" encourage Zayn by staying focused on looking ahead.

"Huh? Your master invited me? not wrong, is it not wrong to invite people?"

"No, it's just the two of us." Susi replied.

"You want to?" Zayn asked back.

"May be, but .. why take me? later the Master girl is angry with me how! I can't fight you." Susi kekeh.

Zayn clucked in annoyance. "Ck ck, don't talk about it."

"Yes, if you don't want to talk about it. Where are you going to eat?" Susi turned to Zayn who slightly slowed down the speed of his car. In front of a restaurant.

Zayn got off first, walked around his car opening the car door for Susi. Susi is surprised to not think that Zayn will open the door for her.

"You want to go down? even dumbass, never treated a handsome guy like this huh?" Zayn. When he saw Susi was silent and set his eyes on her.

Susi also opened her eyes."Ih, GR is very handsome," Susi's mind while pursing her lips, then down. Do not forget to say thanks. "Thank you Mr Zayn?"

"Together." Then the two went hand in hand. entered the restaurant and chose a rather quiet place. Far from the crowd.

Directly near the employee. Offers its flagship menu.

After ordering, the two fell silent. No one opens a conversation, only sometimes their eyes speak out for what it is.

Susi sucks her drink. "Young ladies and gentlemen must be looking for us."

"Just be wild. I told you, if we want to eat first," said Zayn while drinking ice tea water.

Susi just nodded. In his mind felt strange, kok Zayn tumben-tumbenan invite himself to eat. This time I was invited to eat. The one in Mension or in the house of his master, Laras. Zayn who asked for food, Susi looked suspiciously.

"Why stare like that, afraid of being kidnapped? or forced!" Zayn stared hard.

"Huh? what, you mean forced?" susi's investigation is getting suspicious.

Zayn just played his flirtatious eyes.

"Iih ... beware of anything." Ketus Susi while looking at the tail of her eyes.

Zayn chuckles. "Let me tell you the banana of love that makes you curious." Whisper Zayn.

"Which one is it?" instantly responds.

"No, it's not time to know. Let's eat?" Showing the food that has come. Zayn's eyes occasionally steal Susi's eyes. His lips kept smiling. I don't know what Zayn was thinking this time.

"alright. Susi ate once happened to be hungry too.

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The House of Laras. The arrival of Laras and baby boy, welcomed by the neighbors of the complex. They love Ibra and Laras' baby boy. Miss Rika has prepared lunch. Assisted by the mother and children of the home.

Now Laras is sitting in the middle room with the neighbors who met. Almost all praise her handsome baby Satria. Funny and adorable, While Ibra and the others are cleaning up in the room Laras prepares a baby boy's bed.

All the belongings from the car were moved into the house, as were the flowers of congratulations. Stored in front of the house. Until the house was scattered with flowers. And also a gift.

Baras holds the baby boy. Occasionally being in the lap of the home mom who feels awkward. Incidentally he did not have time to go to the hospital, with the reason later after coming home from there, yes it was when it was at home.

Ms. Rahma carried a tray containing a glass of mineral drink, serving it with snacks on the table. "Please mom. Drink it and taste the cake, soon we'll have lunch."

Then Rahma went back to the kitchen to save the tray. "Where is susi? why hasn't the nose come up yet?"

"Feeding used to be the same Zayn, Mah .." replied Ibra who happened to pass near the mother.

"Oh, is it? the kid's having lunch with Zayn!" As if I didn't believe.

"Yes, Zayn just said to Brother. If they stop by the restaurant for lunch." Ibra convinced her mother.

"Finally. The cat and mouse can also be close. Let's hope the relationship between the two gets better, huh?" said Ms. Rahma.

"Yes, Mah .. let them be even closer" said Mr. Marwan.

The room and baby are ready to be occupied. The neighbors went home, but were told to eat first. The baby boy was immediately taken to the prepared room. Lying in a small bok that is complete with its slowness.

The barrel is ready to clean first, the body feels sticky. Sultry, it smells bad. Ibra's figure appeared, coming out of the bathroom. With a towel wrapped around her waist, and a small towel on her hand that she wears to dry her hair.

For a moment, Laras was stunned to see her husband's bare-chested body. With great difficulty he swallowed his saliva that was stuck in the throat.

Ibra's eyes swept over the corner of the room with only the two of them, the door closed. Ibra brought his steps closer to the wife who was still standing. "Why baby?" blink one eye.

Several times Laras blinked his eyelids. Seraya. "No."

Ibra finger raised the chin Laras make Laras face look perfectly on the face of Ibra which is a few inches away. "We can both eventually." Ibra's voice slowly. Netra his eyes moved, locked to the face Laras especially the ranum lips that some days escaped his touch.

The bead of Laras eyes moved to see the face of her husband who was still decorated with the remains of water that pooled clear shiny. Ibra's other hand gently touched his nape, slowly but surely. Her lips landed softly on the lips of Laras, very soulfully. Both of Laras's hands were attached to Ibra's chest, so that her heartbeat could be felt racing. As Laras felt right now, his chest went up and down. Breathing that both hunt, while both enjoy a touch that they did not do long.

Click ....

The sound of the door handle in the turn and appeared mom Rahma carrying something belonging to a baby boy. He hides his smile. Pretending not to see the intimate scene of his son and ex.

Ibra and Laras are flabbergasted. The touch ended with heavy breathing. Baras' hand rubbed his moist lips. Likewise Ibra, but Ibra looks more relaxed than Laras whose face is embarrassed. Then hurried to the bathroom. Ibra picked up the clothes that Laras had prepared on the bed.

"Remember ya? fastings. If only that could be, but for more than that hold it first. Until finished. So men do not be selfish too, kasian his wife," said the mother reminded her son.

"But ... if khilaf can dong Mah? that's once! if it's not strong, it can't work, Mah. Ha ha ha ..." seduced Ibra, do not hesitate to say like that same mother.

Plaque!

The pillow in Rahma's hand landed on the son's head. "Khilaf-khilaf, your head khilaf. Already know how rich birth is, right? it's good to say khilaf."

"Kan, not strong Mah .. usually also every day," complained Ibra while wearing his clothes.

Ms. Rahma shook her head, Her hands skillfully replacing the wet baby boy diaper. But the boy was a henchman, not whining at all. He was playing, his legs and hands were moving unwilling to remain still. "Eh ... Oma's grandson play huh? the henchman, dear. Good Bobo, play the henchmen too okay?"

Ibra was neat and sprayed perfumes into his body. Until the fragrance poured into the entire room. Then walk closer to the son. "Hem ... play with Oma, baby?" netra Ibra's eyes stared at the handsome baby boy.

Moments later the figure of the Baras, appeared from behind the door. Baby Satria why, Mah?" tanya Laras saw the mother-in-law who tidied baby boy diapers.

"Wet baby. But look, he's very picky. No cry or anything" said Ibra.

"Yes." The barrel brings its steps closer to the baby boy playing. Both of his eyes were very clear. Look right and left, down and up.

"Honey .. baby Satria? it's dear Mammy, hey .." Laras' finger clasped baby Satria's tiny hand. He looked at me full of love.

"You haven't eaten yet, what time is it? eat there first" said Rahma's mother. Remembering the boy and his ex who haven't had lunch.

"Yes. How come I haven't seen Susi since?" ask Laras to the mother-in-law.

"The same age as Zayn, baby he said he had lunch." Ibra answered a question from his wife.

"Yes?" feeling less trusting.

"Home home. That's all over again, son Zayn's swimming with the kids." Timpal ma Rahma.

Ibra invited his wife to eat. His stomach is hungry. "Eat yu babe?" hungry though.

Laras nodded. And follow Ibra's steps. Previous entrust baby Satria to mama Rahma. At the door meet the house mom who wants to see the baby boy ....

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