Marriage Contract Letter

He's crazy

"uh right? small children only know that in the bribe is a small child," said Laras. A look at Ibra.

Ibra's eyes stared at the wife. The back of his finger gently stroked the wife's cheek. "Wouldn't that be spoiled by wife hem?"

"Em .. can be."

"Certainly? what's the problem, if I may." Ibra's hand grasped Laras' fingers and squeezed them gently. Then kissed, cuph. "Today I'm slow to go home?"

"Yes, I told you last night" said Laras. He still remembers very well that Ibra said last night he was going home late.

"Can say again." Ibra leaned her face against the wife's forehead. Then Ibra went back to the room to pick up her laptop and her watch which was still in the room.

"Miss wants breakfast now?" susi asked as she stared at the breakfast menu at the table.

"Oh, not Sus. Later aja. Take a shower first." The barrel stood leading his steps to the room.

Upon reaching the room, her eyes found Ibra wearing a watch and turning her back on the door. The barrel continued to walk closer, then hugged Ibra's stomach from behind. Drown her face on her husband's back.

Ibra's lips revealed a smile. "Hem .. What wind is there? play hug everything." Goda Ibra's.

"Em .. can't it?" laras's Mumbles. But still not let go of his embrace.

"May dong darling .. Can't time?" ibra's hand fades the circle of Laras's hand. And turning the body, now the two face each other.

The hand of the barrel is still on the waist of the husband. His face slightly looked up at Ibra's lowered face and anchored a brief kiss on her forehead.

Ibra's two hands clasped his wife's back, while his embrace was tight. In this silent atmosphere, the two of them were pouring out mutual affection. Many times Laras gets a warm peck on his forehead.

Ibra's hand guided Laras' hand to circle on his shoulder. The beautiful Baras eye bead stared fixed at Ibra's bead. Both dissolve in the sight of eyes locked in one position. Suddenly there was a taste in Laras' heart, the desire to touch Ibra's lips.

Foot Barrel tiptoe up. And his hand pulled the head of the husband, then landed a warm kiss.swept gently the lips of the husband, Ibra.

At first Ibra gasped, but her heart flowered. Happy with his wife's treatment this time. Usually he himself plays a role, other than this time. Makes her very happy to enjoy it.

Both hearts are racing, deg deg deg deg deg. Like racing so fast, though,

A moment later the touch was over. With a red, timid face. Ibra's eye beads sparkle happily, as if getting the intake of vitamins that make his spirit increase.

Both shoulders Laras, Ibra pull into the arms. "Abang left first huh? take care of our baby boy and be good at home."

The head of Laras who was in the chest of the field of the husband nodded slowly. "Be careful too. On the road, hope the meeting goes well."

"OKAY. Brother wants to see the baby boy in the sun as he used to, want to know if it should dry or how?" Hehe.

"Didih, is it baby Satria crackers that should be dried? just the origin." Laras reviews his cute smile.

"Ha ha ha .." Ibra's hand rubbed the top of Laras' head, then walked his steps towards the mother and baby boy.

After Ibra left, Laras himself swung a step to the bathroom to clean first.

"Well, I'll go first." Ibra said while kissing the little guy's head. And say goodbye to the mother and the mother of the house, whose name is Rosa.

"Yes, be careful, baby." Ms. Rahma kissed Ibra's cheeks right and left.

Ibra rushed to her favorite car. Haru was so bright, the sound of birds was heard from the neighboring house that had birds.

After Ibra put on the seat belt, Irfan then turned on the engine and drove fast. Split the morning streets. Welcome activities this morning.

The car continued to go fast with the fresh mood of Ibra. The happy face. There is no conversation that is spoken from the lips of both.just the sound of the engine just that adorns the atmosphere in the car.

Not long after, Ibra's car arrived in the yard of one of the skyscrapers. Where Ibra's office is located there. Irfan went down first and opened the door for Ibra.

"Thank you?" murmured Ibra while descending, carrying a bag containing his laptop.

"Sama-sama," said Irfan while nodding. Shut that door back.

"Yes. You go back, keep it at home. Later in the day will be to mension with other colleagues, if only I need to! will definitely call you. Told to pick it up, now you go home," Ibra said turning to Ifan.

"Oh, good sir." Irfan nodded and then turned the wheel. Return to the Baras residence.

Ibra continued her steps towards the office where she was active.

Scurity nodded respectfully at the Boss, retorted with a nod by the CEO. Keep walking to his study.

After arriving at his private room. Ibra put the bag on the table, sat down on the chair of her greatness. Just put himself on the seat.

Zayn came, to Ibra's room. Carrying some files in his hand. "For Bosses!" he sat without waiting, and sat down.

"Can we go now?" ibra asked Zayn.

"Ready. We leave, before noon." Zayn replied as he stood up.

Ibra and Zayn walked over to the branch. Zayn drove his car to a branch office located outside the city.

A few tens of minutes. Zayn's car arrived at the branch office. Ibra and Zayn went straight to employees, colleagues. Have an impromptu meeting.

After having his meeting with the employees at the branch office. Ibra and Zayn returned to the headquarters.

"Where, are you still the same girl as you?" tanya Ibra looked towards Zayn.

"Em .. is no longer," shook his head.

"Why? not more serious?" ibra's search was astonished.

"No, why!" sahut Zayn shook his head. His gaze focused forwards onto the crowded streets with other iron horses.

"Certainly? you want to be alone forever. Or that jajan! find a good woman who will love you with all her heart, You do not want to have a wife. Like me." Ibra continued and turned her gaze to the side.

"Ha ha ha .. I'm a normal Boss. I want. It just takes time to find the woman."

"You don't want me to find it? you will be a good fit, too" Ibra said in a very serious tone.

"Huh? want my comlangin! same who, I'm no longer interested in career women, no." Boost.

"Lah ... keep the same rich woman how? home woman! want you. Not that it's more fitting for someone who's one frequency with you ha!" Ibra was astonished.

"I ... honestly sometimes afraid as I have been. For example you have a career wife, in the end you are happy with the woman who is now. Not a career, but a choice at home. That's what makes you happy, boss. That's what I see of you."

"That means you can also choose a career woman, but tell her to stay home. What's difficult?" connect Ibra back with a glimpse of Zayn from the rearview mirror.

"It's not that easy, boss." Shakes again. I disagree with Ibra.

"Ah, very confused, would not be the same Susi. She is a home-grown woman and quite kind hearted, yes .. Even if sometimes you are like a cat and a mouse. I am sure you can love each other, Susi is quite beautiful, especially if it is polished. She's sweet." Ibra is not reluctant to match Zayn with Susi.

"But. If you are married, he wants Susi to still work with my wife. But it's up to you, it depends on you as her husband. That's your right, too" continued Ibra.

Be quiet!

Zayn didn't answer anything anymore. His heart was mixed, Thinking hard. Weighing with the Boss' advice. Who might want to make his life more focused.

Not even felt the car arrived again in front of the skyscraper. Yes that's Ibra's office.

New time shows at 11 p.m. Ibra resumed her routine in the workspace. Now Ibra is focusing on the files that are piled up on the table. Every now and then, blind his eyes to the laptop screen that is right next to the table.

The phone rang from his secretary who said that there were female guests who wanted to meet. Ibra told him to come in. He wondered who that woman was. Ibra's eyes were directed at the door.

Appeared, a woman wearing a short dress. With a low cleavage, sunglasses. Shiny brown hair that was as long as a shoulder, the path bent close to the table Ibra.

At first Ibra wondered who this woman was and what she needed. "I'm sorry who you are and what's necessary?" staring intently. Curious too.

This woman is smiling thinly. Sit in the front seat of Ibra's desk. Opening her black eyes. Smile widens. "How are you, brother?"

How surprised Ibra was. After the woman opened her glasses, not even a little thought that this woman ex-wife who 85% changed a lot. Among them the body is getting slimmer, the face is more oval. Lips thin, nose more pointed, Ibra dumbfounded for a while.

"Don't you recognize me anymore? the woman who was once your wife. Surely often you're gauli, too" said this woman staring mischievously at Ibra.

Ibra sighed deeply and he exhaled long. "You're Yulia?"

"Yes, pangling huh? he he he ... How? more beautiful, right. How are you?" extending a hand to Ibra.

"Yes, pangling." slightly nodded and looked nervous, his heart unsettled. Ibra welcomes Yulia's hand, and a hand job ensues.

"I hear you, Laras is already a lahiran huh? congratulations yes!" yulia continued unceasingly staring at Ibra.

"Yes, right. Thanks." Thanks." Ibra continues her routine on her laptop. But suddenly Yulia sat on the edge of the table, to the left. Exposing his smooth thighs in front of Ibra's eyes.

Ibra tried to hide the sudden taste of her dry throat and swallowed her saliva, by looking down immediately, turning her eyes back to the laptop. "What are you doing sitting there? not polite. Move."

Yulia's wiggle Ibra's cheek and pull it to face. "You don't have to pretend, I know you're lonely now, right? Dian is no longer your wife. Laras has just given birth, so I know that you need a friend to satisfy you" whispered her mischievously. And leaned his chest towards Ibra.

Ibra closed her eyes, not wanting to see what she should not have seen. Her hand wants to press the phone button, call her secretary or scurity. However, he lost quickly to Yulia, who seized him and kept Ibra out of his hands.

"I ask you to leave here, if there's no need for anything." Pinta Ibra pointed at the door. If I don't want to call security." Ibra stood away, her words in an annoyed tone.

"Come on, baby .. I know you need a friend. You are lonely, right? your wife's in the puerperium. I'm ready to serve you at any time." Yulia approached and hugged Ibra's body. Keep pushing his body to the sofa until Ibra sat down and Yulia's body overtook Ibra. No doubt both look intimate.

"Let go! what the hell?" Ibra threw out Yulia's hand, and pushed out from before her. Until Yulia sat down at the table.

But Yulia was not deterred, but became more and more, He re-embraced Ibra from behind and squeezed something. Ibra's. Making her lips smile meaningfully. He no doubt touched her twice.

"Don't be so rude." Sergey Ibra, his heart is more upset with Yulia's behavior. He caught Yulia's hand and dragged her out of the room.

"Hi, don't gini. I just want to offer you a favor to accompany you for fun. Why do you pretend you are not happy, do not like it. If you need it, admit why? you need an outlet, your wife can't serve you, baby. I'm ready to satisfy you again, baby. Bira needs us to get married again." Her tongue.

"You don't go crazy, I don't need a woman like you. I have a wife and I don't need a replacement, let alone a woman like you. Go ..." hardik Ibra. Throw down Yulia's hand, who grimaced with the pain of Ibra's grip.

Hearing the boisterous, Ibra's secretary came. "What's up, sir?"

Two security came, rushing over to their Boss.

"Scurity. Get him out of this office, if you need any input to a mental institution!" ibra shouted looking intently at all of them.

"Deliver! I can walk by myself, let go of my hand. Goddamn." Yulia kept thrashing. "You should know that your boss wants to force me to do something indecent." I'm sure Yulia is good at tongue-licking.

"Take him away .." Ibra's heart grew irritated by the woman's confession, which seemed to be about to bring her down. Who watched the incident.

Netra Ibra's eyes turned to her secretary. After the security managed to bring Yulia out. "Why would you put a woman like this in my room?" snapped Ibra.

Makes his secretary's heart shrink, looking down very deeply. Fearful of Ibra's wrathful attitude.

"Sa-I asked, and Tu-Tuan told him to come in" said Ibra's secretary.

"should have. You search first what their needs are, when it comes to finding me. He's crazy." Last words from Ibra.

Brugh!

Ibra closed the door with a resentful heart. Put himself on the couch. His jaw hardened and his feelings were coarse. Yulia can be seductive and offer to have fun together.

Ibra's head shook. "Truly she's crazy." Ibra directs her vision to something tense. It's so sensitive, that it's easy to wake up."

Ibra immediately got up, walked into the bathroom to control something that woke up. His heart was more angry, angry. Mixed into one, want to feel like a mosquito. So-so.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Zayn knocked on the door. But Ibra's room is empty, Zayn enters and his eyes search for Ibra's whereabouts. His boss, but the sound of tap water. From the bathroom.

Then finally. Ibra emerged from the bathroom, with a fresh face. Stare at Zayn who was sitting on the sofa.

"Why did it just come? the cake came." Ketus Ibra's.

"Emang, what the hell is the problem?" investigate Zayn while frowning his forehead.

"Not knowing either. What problem? suddenly he came and-" Ibra told Zayn about the incident. Where Yulia came and teased herself. Take fun.

Zayn immediately laughed widely. Heard Ibra's story, squinting her eyes. Zayn says. "So someone is disturbed? ha ha ha .. deserves to play at wc. Cool something apparently." Zayn chuckles

Ibra slapped a pillow against Zayn's thigh. "Laughs? nothing funny knows."

"Ouch .. kasian. Some were intrigued apparently, suddenly want in spoiled. Anywhere longer, one more month to wait." Cibir Zayn even teased Ibra with a happy laugh.

"Ah, where is there? it's ordinary. It's good to be rich." Ibra pouting.

Because it's noon. And it's time to go home, then they both prepare to the ministry, before preparing important files and must be brought to the meeting later.

When Ibra passed his employees. Ibra found strange gazes from them ....

****

You guys read it, right?" nik like and his comments. So that I increase the spirit, oya do not forget yes fav also BSH hopefully you like.