Marriage Contract Letter

Baby oops

At the dinner table, Ibra and Laras were eating alone. For the others had gone first, both of them devoured the dishes that were on the table.

"Eat a lot, let fertile ASI," said Ibra while feeding food to his mouth.

"Yes, Sus... Is there a sambal?" tanya Laras turned to Susi who was cleaning up.

"Honey .. don't eat sambal, kasian baby boy. Later abdominal pain." forbidden Ibra to look at the wife.

"But .. don't feel like eating breakfast without sambal," complained Laras a little frown.

"A little pa-pa. Just don't do much, remember not much. Clear vegetables, cots and corn are in abundance." The sound of the home. Just emerged from Laras' room accompanying the baby boy.

"If you have a baby, eat should be a lot of abstinence dear .. do not be arbitrary, right her baby drink breast milk. Unlike cow's milk, free." Added Rahma's mother.

Laras looked at the two middle-aged mothers. "Baby Satria is bobo isn't it?"

"Yes, baby bobo! remember yes baby, must eat a lot of vegetables that increase breast fertility. Do not eat carelessly," continued Rahma

In the end, Laras nodded. "Yes, Mah. I'll always remember Mom and Mommy's message."

"Abang must also supervise the intake that his wife eats. Don't be so reckless, huh?" mother's message to Ibra.

"Yes, Mah. Brother also knows," said Ibra while continuing to eat.

Ibra ended her meal with a glass of water. "Abang wants to see Zayn first baby," pointed towards the pool.

Bjc ....

Bjc ....

The sound of water splashing together with the boisterous laughter of children. Ibra moved from her seat, shifting her former chair.

"Yes" said Laras, nodding. Staring at the back of the husband who passed into the pool.

After washing his hands, Laras led his steps into the room. I saw a baby boy who said he was sleeping. Baby Satria is still good. "Darling, the henchman? the solh. Dutiful and useful." Laras' gaze was very fixed and affectionate. The hue of happiness was vividly painted on Laras' face.

Ibra is next to the pool. Stand up while crossing your hands on your chest. Staring sharply at Zayn. "You're this, you're babysitting?" turn your eyes towards the children of the home who are busy playing water.

"Boss, seger Boss. Comeondown?" zayn answered while waving his hand, inviting Ibra to come down.

But Ibra finally nodded. After some time, Zayn went swimming. His feet Ibra headed towards the door of the room which was from the side porch, peering inside. Looks like Laras is looking at the baby boy.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Instantly Laras turned to the source of the voice. Her eyes found Ibra standing behind a glass door beside the room, Laras walked over.

"Tok the road here anyway?" said Laras while pulling and opening the door.

"Still bobo his baby?" Ibra came in, walked over to the closed little one. Then he set his eyes on Laras. "Anything too, baby?"

"Yes. Alhamdulillah, hopefully if the night is also her bobby henchman," said Laras with a happy smile on his lips.

"If the baby boy's henchman, his Mammy can take care of the big baby deh Alternately." Ibra glanced at his wife.

"Where do I want to take care of the big baby, my job is now to take care of the baby boy. Big baby takes care of himself. There's no spoiling." Laras Protest.

With a glimpse of Laras' body, Ibra lifted him to the bed and lay there. In Ibra's body. Baras' heart rippled, panicking, afraid Ibra was forcing him.

Nervous, his heart was not calm. His face also looked riled up, looking at Ibra's meaningful gaze. "Don't fuck around!" with a slightly frightened eye.

"No mess, darling, at least one or two," said Ibra with a grin. His hand unbuttoned Laras' pajamas.

Laras' two hands tried to push Ibra's chest, but she locked it and moved closer to her. "Abang, watch out. Baby Satria will wake up."

"Just now" Ibra's voice softly. And the closer his face was.

Baras's heart beat was getting tighter, when Ibra's face was getting closer and could not be denied the union of their two lips. A soft kiss was anchored on that ripe thing.

While Ibra's hands are moving to her usual favorite place she plays. Oek-oek, oek. The little one woke up, Laras woke up but his shoulder was pushed back so that Laras' body lay back. Ibra continued her action. With great focus.

Oek, oek. Oek, baby Satria's voice is getting louder. The heart Laras increasingly dag dig erratic, his feelings mixed. Ibra cannot be rejected.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The door in the gedor from the outside, which happened to be Ibra key. "Honey .. That baby Satria wake up, what sleep?" rahma's voice from behind the door.

By reflex. "I-iya, Mah ... This is also again taken care of her baby, being breastfed," said Laras, raising his head briefly. Then shut his mouth with both hands. "Baby UPS? baby big." His inner.

Laras so wrong, confused how his father? how's son? which finally let me take care of one-on-one first. It just so happened that baby Satria stopped crying and playing.

While Ibra is still engrossed in the source of the wife's asi. Taking rations, before being given to the baby. During that time, Ibra held back her laughter. Remembering the words of the wife just now. Ibra sat up and laughed.

Although surprised by her husband, Laras quickly woke up and immediately took baby Satria who eventually stopped crying even though he had not been approached by the mother. The barrel took her to the edge of the bed, sitting there to feed the baby.

"Behold dear." Prevent Ibra, when the wife wants to breastfeed baby Satria. He picked up a wet tissue, then with his own hands. Dunk both of the source hill of the breast milk with the wet tissue.

"It's good that Papi doesn't smoke, baby, if he smokes. You're gonna tell me later, how come I smell like Mammy's cigarette?" Ha ha ha ....

Laras also laughed a little. Then give her ASI, both netra baby Satria eyes move to look at the face of the mother. "Sorry dear Mammy. Just straightened out Papi first, Papi is more spoiled darling. Don't be spoiled and fussy." Kiss the little guy's tiny hand.

Ibra who was sitting next to him was just a satisfied smile. Look at the baby who looks hungry.

"Almost jumped my heart out." Laras breathed anjang.

"Why baby?" ask Ibra wonder.

"Why? if it's found out you can get sprayed." Laras Protest.

"Why? we're not messing around." Ibra showed a happy smile.

"What? if look. Mama must be angry, why was her baby let cry Mammy again what the hell? Papi's there too, the crying boy's time left?" laras Gerrutu. Imagine the nagging of the mother-in-law.

Ibra's lips continued to expand, and his fingers rubbed the head of his wife and son in turn. "That's all, baby. Rather than the jajan-" Ibra's speech stopped seeing Laras.

Laras' eyes widened, glaring perfectly at the husband. Heard his words just now.

"No dear .. just kidding, where am I snacking." Ibra immediately embraced the wife's shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

"Abroad, magrib tuh. Salad was there?" alaras's decree, incidentally, has been heard sayup-sayup adzan magrib reverberate.

"Don't get angry, dear dong?" ibra's gaze was anxious.

"Who is angry, Brother .. there pray first." The barrel puts baby Satria in its place. Continue walking closer to the curtains that are still open.

"Alright," Ibra's steps toward the bathroom.

Then Baras opened the locked door. Not good with the others too, really the door in the lock. They wanted to see baby Satria.

"Huuh ..." throw his breath rough. His steps led Laras to the kitchen, looking for food to snack.

"Oh, Miss Rika. This is Ms. .. I'm looking for food to snack on. Hungry," said Soluble while mesem.

"Let me order, like chips and nuts huh?" rika took her phone to order what she just said.

"Thank you before her, ma'am?" finally, Laras thanked Rika.

The barrel continued walking into the middle room. The home mom, the mother-in-law and the others were praying together. Lips Laras reduce the smile. Then he returned to the room, where he found his husband praying magrib.

"Eeh .. want to go to the toilet for a minute." Mumbled slowly. Then walk to the bathroom.

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Jodi was sitting alone on the couch upstairs, busy with a laptop on his lap, his fingers very skillfully playing the keyboard and his eyes focused on the laptop screen.

"Bok, please don't bring coffee, don't be too sweet huh?" tekik Jodi on mbok Darmi.

After a while of waiting finally heard the sound of footsteps someone approached and put something on the table.

Netra Jodi's eyes moved directing her gaze to the table. A cup of coffee was already available there, then Netra Jodi's eyes again moved on the point that brought the coffee that did not sound at all.

"Dian?" Jodi gasped, it turned out that the one who served the coffee was Dian. Dian still stood up and reviewed her smile.

"Welcome to enjoy the coffee?" Dian pointed to the table.

"When did you come? search Jodi. "Where is mbok?"

"don't know. The one with your usual assistant is making coffee. Then I brought it here." Dian sat down next to Jodi.

"What's up here? is there a need!" ask Jodi curiously.

"Aish. Can't you?" ask Dian to Jodi.

"Em ... I mean is there a need or what? naturally dong if I ask." errat Jodi while showing her smile this time.

"Em .. I'm tired of it, want to play at Laras house see baby boy. It's not good if too often, welcome anyway .. but I feel how. Try it first I don't neko-neko, maybe now I'm still Ibra's wife and can babysit baby boy together." Sesal Dian, looking down deep

Jodi stared at Dian while sighing deeply. Then it blows with length. "It's all happened, you just move on. Looking for something better for you, as a friend. I want you to be happy."

The deg!

Dian's bead eyes stared fixedly at Jodi. Apparently he was just a friend to Jodi. "Didn't you feel the slightest bit for me jodi?" inner Dian.

"Hi, dumbly. Think what? don't be bengong here later you faint, I'm hard to do. There is no market" said Jodi Nyeleneh.

Dian who was dumb finally pulled her lips to the side. "You think I'm a dead body, need a whole market? insolent of you," while patting Jodi on the shoulder with Dian's hand.

"Joking, don't take the heart, just the heart. Ha ha ha ..."

"What the hell? where is Oya om Mulyadi! I didn't see it earlier," asked Dian as her eyes slightly looked for the whereabouts of Mr. Mulyadi's figure.

"Oh, behind maybe. Same nurse, therapy." Jodi replied while looking back at the laptop screen. His hand took a coffee cup at the table.

"Mbok Darmi? the nurse," asked Dian, he did not know that the young woman at that time existed, was the nurse Mr. Mulyadi.

"No!" keep the coffee cup to where it was. After sipping.

"Who is it?" Dian curious.

Jodi did not answer. I was too focused on the laptop. Dian who was curious, when Jodi said that the nurse of the father is not mbok Darmi.

Dian moved up and led his steps down. Want to meet Mr. Mulyadi, bamun when Dian walks through the back door. Meet Mr. Mulyadi who is being pushed by a hijab-wearing young woman. Looks beautiful and friendly.

Dian peeked, but in the end he smiled and approached Mulyadi asked news. "How are you Om? from where!"

"Okay, that's from behind. Dian's son just came or-"

"From now on, Om." Dian's eyes looked towards the woman who nodded kindly.

"Oh, it's been a while? I've met Jodi." Looking at Mr. Mulyadi, his seat back Caca push into the family room.

"Huh? already, Om. He's upstairs, he's busy with his laptop." Dian sat herself on the sofa.

Dian and Mulyadi continued to talk, in the rainbow with a small laugh. Caca stood with the intention to the kitchen, suddenly when walking in a strapping body hit made Caca's body and almost fell. Fortunately, Jodi's hands nimbly grabbed Caca's waist so that they did not fall to the floor. Instead of being locked in Jodi's arms.

Caca who felt gasp. looks nervous, the eyes of the two look at each other very closely. The view was locked as if it contained a magnet. The blood that flows feels more intense. Luckily it ripples faster than the bias.

Dian saw the scene. Bengong, his eyes are heating up. His heart ached, like in the sting of an animal that likes to bite the skin. The water point as if gathered in the eye peluhan, pooled and almost flowed. He immediately looked away, trying to hide his feelings.

"What am I feeling this for? Jodi just thinks I'm a friend. No more," her inner. Dian's head lowered, powerless to see the scene that made her heart was struck with jealousy that was not in place.

After a while in an uncomfortable position. In the end Jodi lets go and helps Caca stand up straight. "I'm sorry, I didn't intentionally. The rush of the road. Sorry huh?" jodi said with a big smile.

Caca nodded as well. When I heard Jodi's apology. While embarrassed. Caca resumed his intention that had been cut by the impact of Jodi.

Even so Jodi, he immediately walked hurriedly to the front door to meet someone.

"Oh, son Dian greetings to his parents huh?" message from Mulyadi.

"Em, yes Om. I'll tell you later. Oya, Um. I'll go home first, okay? it's afternoon and next time I play again here," said Dian to Mr. Mulyadi.

"Well .. what's the hurry? go home later. Let's have dinner, have a chat." Mr. Mulyadi said.

"Em .. next time, Om" said Dian, lifting his ass from his seat. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumus greetings." Answer Mulyadi. Looking at Dian's departure from the place.

Previously, indeed Dian wanted to invite Jodi and Mulyadi sir to dinner outside. But with what happened earlier made him undo his intentions. With a slightly crushed feeling, he continued walking without looking right and left. His steps focused on the car where he parked in front.

His steps stopped right in front of his luxury car. Keep the bag in the next seat, put on the seat belt and immediately start the machine, not wasting time. Drive the car at high speed away from Jodi's residence.

Dian's car stopped in front of a Mall and her footsteps led her into the Mall, which she visited was a child's playground. There were many voices of children playing. After seeing the baby boy Ibra and Laras, somehow so a little like it when he saw the children.

Retrieved cellphone. He opened a gallery looking for pictures of baby Satria. Dian's lips smiled happily looking at her.

But in the middle of his daydream. There was a little boy, a boy bumped into Dian's body and called Mother. Dian was ready, surprised whose child this is?

"Eyeh, who is it?" the geph! laras' hand caught the boy's hand.

"Sorry Aunt. Pardon?" the boy felt guilty.

Dian squatted in front of the boy. "Why apologize? what's wrong with you!"

"I-I just hit Auntie. Me, not intentionally. Father said, if I'm wrong, must .. must .. apologize" said the boy. Sounds funny.

Dian smiled a smile. "That's a printer, son, what's his name? can Auntie know!"

"Eh .. My name is, uh!" the boy scratched his head. "My name is Ferdi, I'm 5 years old" replied the boy who claimed to be named Ferdi.

"It's so funny this kid, where's his parents?" Dian dingin. "You don't eat ice cream with Auntie? take Dian to Fardi at least until you meet the child's parents ....

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