Marriage Contract Letter

Big baby boy

"Who's dear?" ibra asked after coming out of the bathroom.

"I don't know, said Irfan there was a guest. I again nanggung nih, give baby boy," said Laras who was holding the little one.

Ibra was rubbing her hair. Looking towards the clothes that the wife has prepared. Netra her eyes moved to see the wife who was busy taking care of baby. "Hunger baby."

Laras frowned. "Hungry, hungry what? want to eat!" goda Barrel while mesem.

"Hem, if you're hungry, what would you like?" ibra's hands while wearing her t-shirt.

"You, you want to give it some"

"What would you really like?" ibra's bead eyes sparkled looking at the wife for a moment stopping her movement.

"Right, but after 3 months? or maybe 1 year. Yes, you can, right?" reply Laras while raising his eyebrows.

The deg!

"Darling .. can you be so rich?" staring at the wife.

"It's not heart, dear brother .. but if it's still in shock how to try? hem .." hoda again Laras and played his eyes.

"No, nothing. There are no three months of what year, where hold dear .. I beg you, please don't torture your husband for that long. Could die standing dong." Ibra stood behind the sofa that Laras was sitting on. He leaned over, holding Laras' face from behind. Cup! a warm kiss landed on the forehead of the angel of his heart.

Laras closed his eyes when Ibra's lips landed on his forehead long ago. "Where else would it be!"

"Nothing like that, watch out. I force it later. I'm not afraid to steal-"

"Where's the queen from?" ask Laras wonder. Immediately interrupts the words of the husband.

"From you, the time of others. Whose wife am I? if not you," said Ibra in the same position.

"Geez forget, there's a dear guest, how can you forget anyway?" Barrel reminded her husband. Could forget.

"I'm so happy, baby! I'm glad to hear your call. Again landed a kiss on the forehead and cheeks, so that the face Laras looked back.

"Iih ... meet who first? I'll be followed." The barrel stands to put the baby boy to sleep.

"Yes-yes. Honey," said Ibra as she walked to the mirror.

Barrel put the little guy to sleep. Closing the slowness, there are mosquitoes. He turned to get out, but the kiss from Ibra made him gasp.

Silent!

Netra's eyes Laras stared at Ibra's back that crossed the door. "Yes. You have not prayed." Laras patted his eel. "Forgot mulu ah."

Barrel followed Ibra, out of the room. In the quiet house, mama-in-law and Susi are out. While at home there is only her and her husband also Irfan. Step straight into the kitchen to check for dinner.

"Where are vegetables for me to eat?" mumbled Laras when looking at the table there is no vegetable for him. Opening the refrigerator, his eyes saw the contents in the closet. His eyes were on the spinach vegetables.

Then he made a clear vegetable from spinach. Make him dinner, after it's ripe. Laras led his steps into the living room, his heart was curious whose guest was it anyway?

Sounded the voice of the husband was chatting with his guest who knows who? arriving in the living room. It appears Ibra with his guest who Laras does not know is talking.

Ibra's eyes found the new wife appearing at the place. "Darling, here?" waving hands to his wife. Laras approached with a friendly smile.

"Did you know, he's my colleague, his name's Mr. Ruswan. And this is my wife, Laras Ibrahim." Ibra introduced her guest to her wife.

"Rushan. Nice to meet you." Ruswa extended her hand.

The barrel simply holds the hands together in front of the chin. "Wheel. How did you just see? I often attend meetings or meetings. Never seen you before."

"He's an old park, dear new colleague." Ibra.

"Yes, Ibra's right." The man who might be the same age as Ibra nodded confirming Ibra's words. "You've just been blessed with a baby, huh, congratulations?"

"Oh .. deserves a new look now!" laras. "Yes, it just so happens to be bobo." With her sweet smile.

"Ibra. Can I see the baby boy?" ruswan asked Ibra.

"Oh, sure. Baby bring little one here for a minute?" pinta Ibra glanced at his wife. It's not good to tell a man to go into his room, even if only to see a boy unless crowded or with women.

"anyway soon? I'll take the baby boy first." Laras ngeloyor to his room to bring the baby boy he had just stayed.

The Baras step is very regular, actually afraid to disturb the sleep of the little one. But anyway this is the husband's order and he understands it is not good to also enter a male guest into the room even though the reason is to look at the baby. Where new he knew his people again.

A moment later Laras was back with the baby boy on his lap. It's sitting where it was, baby boy just moving. At all the movement of the mother did not wake him.

"Wah .. casep pisan euy .. aka saucy. A handsome man like his father and mother." Ruswan smiled in admiration. The head of baby Satria.

"Beauty, right? who used to dong his father and mother." Ibra blinked her eyes.

"Take a. Handsome, her lips are as tiny as her mother." Ruswan's eyes turned towards Laras.

Laras looked down embarrassed, then glanced at the bewildered husband. For some reason dumbfounded, the smile on his lips faded.

"Duh .. smart make it." Ruswan shook his head with a glint of eyes to the baby boy. I was fascinated by the charisma of the boy. "It's a shame I can't see his literacy. Bobo keep going on." Yeah."

After that, baby boy Laras bring it back to the room, let it sleep again in its place.

Ibra and Ruswan continued the conversation. As business. They talk more about business. After a while, Laras returned and invited her husband and guests to dinner together.

Then they switched places to the dining table. The barrels prepare for both. Ruswan stared in awe, at the natural-looking beauty of Laras. Secretly her lips extended a smile, looking down for a moment. Keep staring back without the knowledge of others.

"Thank you?" ruswan said when Laras kept the dishes for him with some menus.

Barrel nodded and smiled thinly. Then sit next to the husband, start eating voraciously.

"Let's eat? don't be shy." Ibra glanced at Ruswan.

"I want to call Mas Irfan first. have eaten yet?" Baras rushed to find Irfan.

Barrels in the Fast forward. Pulling the door handle, it looks like Irfan is engrossed in playing games. "Mas, eat first. Have you eaten yet?"

Irfan turned his head quickly and stood up, nodding respectfully. "I ate when Susi was around."

"Oh, thank goodness that's it. Maybe we should eat again with us? yu." yu." The barrel pointed inward.

"No, thank you young lady. I'm still full." Irfan sat back in his place.

"Oh, yeah that's it." The barrel turns the body back inside.

"Your wife is so pretty. But ... Not the old one?" ruswan said after Laras came out.

Ibra looked down. "No. I'm divorced."

"I guess you're a loyal guy. It can also be tempting to others." Ruswan nodded with his lips slightly raised forward.

"Lah faithful. It's also because of my old wife, who is now an ex. The story will not be finished, too long." Ibra shook her hand.

"Hem ...."

"Yes. Will you bring your wife here sometime?" ibra Suggestion. Looking towards Ruswan.

"Well, wife? cave has no wife" said Ruswan.

"Huh? you were getting married then. But what's the law?" Ibra stared curiously.

Ruswan. "Not be."

Ibra. "Not so, why? Oh. So you haven't married yet."

Ruswan again shakes. Then sip his drink.

Regular barrel steps towards the dining table. Her eyes swept over her husband and guests, Sitting back and continuing the paused meal earlier.

"Where's Irfan dear?" ibra asked while stroking Laras' shoulder.

"Em .. has eaten he said. There's Susi." Laras continue eating.

"Oh, you're done eating. Brother back to the living room back ya." Ibra.

Ruswan also said goodbye. "Yes, I said it first. Next time meet again."

"Oh, go home now?" not satisfied talking. But fine. See you later," Ibra nodded. And take Ruswan to the terrace, after saying goodbye to Laras too.

Ibra returned to find Laras who is now in the middle of several. After Ruswan's car left. In Ibra's hand carried a large parcel for the little one from Ruswan.

"Who are you, baby?" search Laras. His eyes were on Ibra's hand.

"It's a gift from Ruswan to a baby boy" Ibra said, bringing him to their room.

"Oh .. thanks!" Laras reviews his smile.

Then, Laras followed the step of the husband who had gone first to the room.

Madam Rahma and Susi entered together, her hands full of groceries. Make Laras stop his steps who intend to go to the room.

"Wa'alaikum salam, wah... borong what is it? his hands are full of it. Ck ck." The barrel clucked while shaking.

"Many, New. Miss Basar bought toys for baby boy," said Susi while saving the ones she brought.

"Toy? the baby boy also did not understand Mah. anyways at home has also been a lot of toys from gifts. Mending later if the baby Satria is a bit big. Dear Loh Mah." Staring at the same mother-in-law also carrying groceries.

"It's funny baby.it's good, so the appetite to buy it," said mom Rahma looked jolly with toys for baby Satria.

"Yes, New. Make a big madam's trance, buy it." Added Susi.

Laras sighed deeply while shaking his head slowly. "Yes already. Tomorrow we execute, huh? it's a really big night now. Mah Laras first yes, sleepy."

"Yes, dear Mama also want to be straight. Tired." Madam Rahma nodded. "Sleeping with me, right? we flirt with each other. Feet are so sore."

"Yes, big lady. Susi's been cleaning up for a while.

Laras smiled looking at the mother-in-law and Susi. Then he swung his leg into the room, slowly pushing the door handle. Her eyes immediately found her husband. Ibra, being on top.

The lips are pulled to the side. Then lead his steps to the baby boy's place. After locking the door. Baby boy is so deep, the Barrel finger is stroking the delicate baby boy skin. "A good old bobo, baby? Mammy loves you very much, son, godly baby Satria huh?"

How many times did Laras' mouth evaporate as drowsiness began to attack him. Get on the bed, crawl down. Do not forget to pull the blanket until it covers the chest.

After reading the prayer. Ibra tidied up his former prayers. Then without removing the scabbard, Ibra crawled up onto the bed. Lying next to his wife, Cupph landed a kiss on his forehead, right cheek and left. "Met bobo baby?"

"Hem .. met bobo is also brother!"

"Brother Brother?" it was another call." Ibra looked up, staring in wonder.

"What's emang?" tanya Laras frowned.

"Honey .. earlier you called your husband this with a call dear." stick the chin on top of Laras' chest.

"Oh, yes, yes, time. Forgot!" continued Baras his hand rubbing Ibra's cheek. But his eyes, which remain so many wat, are increasingly difficult to open.

Ibra smiled at his tired looking wife. Then he changed his sleeping position. Putting his head on the belly of Laras, greeted with the hand of the wife stroked her hair gently so that she was washed away and closed her two eyes that were getting tired as well.

Both are on their way to dreamland. Covering the cold night breeze, in the embrace of silence and martyrdom.

At midnight, Laras awoke to hear the sound of a baby boy.

Oak ... oak ..oak ....

When I wake up, it feels so hard. Heavy, he squinted his eyes wider and saw what was overlapping his stomach. It turned out that the head of the husband was at home there. He tried to move it. But it feels heavy.

Finally Laras patted the husband's cheek to get up and move to the pillow. "Bang ... wake up?"

"Hem .. what's sleepy ah." He muttered with a heavy voice and without waking up in the slightest.

"Wake up, move to the pillow. That baby boy wake up." The sound of a typical raspy barrel waking up. His hand shifted Ibra's head.

"Hem? oh, baby yes." Then Ibra switched positions, putting her head on the pillow, but her hands instead hugged the waist of Laras who flicked the blanket.

After pulling his hair. Laras' hand moved Ibra's hand, then rushed over to the little one. It seemed uncomfortable with her already wet diaper. "What is dear .. uncomfortable huh? wet huh? yes, but Mammy changed yes, after that mimi stone. Okay!"

Such is the routine of a mother every night, when her child is still a baby or toddler.

Laras gave her ASI. When the baby boy is changed his diaper until he falls asleep again. During this baby boy is still a herd, if the night never stays up late. wet or already uncomfortable with his diaper or hungry just wake up, after that bobo again.

Towards dawn, Laras difficult to move with the behavior of the husband who asked to be pampered. And Laras also thought hard how can pamper the husband. He understood, perhaps because in the past the husband had more than one wife. And demand it to often give the obligation as a husband, a special inner living, then when you have one wife and have to fast for a while. It was quite excruciating for Ibra, for it had become a habit. Moreover, the wife had become opium for him.

Whatever Laras did to make her husband happy. Moreover, it is worth worship if done sincerely and wholeheartedly. Surely with a halal couple huh? don't speculate wrong!

Little voices full of favors escaped out of Ibra's mouth. So did Laras smile with satisfaction. Ibra was feeling very happy at this time the wife was trying to make him happy, and felt flying far into the clouds. Until finally Ibra drooped weakly, feeling the remnants of pleasure that he just regup.

The barrel rushed up, down half ran to the bathroom. Before Ibra got in there, Laras cleaned up immediately. Worried baby Satria woke up too, so Laras quickly took a bath.

When finalized. Straight out, Laras' eyes found Ibra still lying exhausted. He approached and rubbed his head. "Abang .. wake up at dawn."

"Hem," he muttered almost inaudibly.

Jemari Laras continues to stroke Ibra's hair. "Wake, shower. It'll be bad luck." Laras.

"Em ... What time is it?" ibra asked quietly without opening her eyes.

"At 05 o'clock, let's get up? ashamed of the sun." Barrel's springy fingers turned to the chest of the unwrapped field. Dancing there.

Slowly, Ibra's eyes opened to find the wife's beautiful face that looked fresh. After shower. "Was it a shower?" ibra asked with her raucous voice.

"It has. That's waking? by noon, I'll get my clothes ready first. Want to work, right?"

The barrel went down the walk, approaching the large closet. Taking Ibra Formal clothes.

Lazily, Ibra woke up. Waving the blanket, down with a plain body. Barrel glanced and immediately made a sound.

"Astagfirullah, Brother .. use first napa shorts or sarongs. That's what I've done at the end of the bed."

Ibra turned her head while grinning, but did not heed the words of the wife. Instead of continuing his steps to enter the bathroom, even with a plain body without a thread. Laras shook his head to see the husband's behavior.

"Iih ... still mending that baby boy, plain too. Is this old? plain body is the way! ha ha ha ..." finally chuckled to himself. Then as usual open the curtains and windows so that fresh morning air can enter the room.

Sweeps. Dabbing sofa cushions, collecting dirty clothes. Approaching the baby boy is still good.

Click! the bathroom door is open. Appears Ibra who is just wearing a towel wrapped around her waist. And his hands dried his hair with a small towel. Then he threw her on the bed, and took her clothes.

Barrel took a small towel from Ibra's hair on the bed. "Don't keep it on top of the bed dong Abang .. it's wet to the sheets, the mattress."

"Just a minute, dear. Not for long. Baby boy not awake?"

"Not yet, still sound rich," Baras replied while nodding and looking at the baby boy.

After performing the prayer. Ibra continued to wear his shirt, Laras also helped as usual. Wearing suit. Pairing tie, shoe. It was the habits of Laras when morning and Ibra wanted to go to the office.

When I want to prepare breakfast for Ibra, baby boy woke up. His voice was loud and it happened to be the door of the room that opened. Make his voice sound out of the room.

"Let Mama take care of baby boy baby, you take care of this big baby boy. Okay?" rahma rushes to her son's room to take baby Satria.

Laras who was taking fried rice, saw the dumbass husband. Grins. "Big baby boy."

"Hem .. I asked to be spoiled! getting called the big baby boy everything?" ibra said while embracing the waist of Laras.

"Eat him, do not be spoiled, so mama panggi so." Limpal Laras with a smile.

"Let's ah, ask to be spoiled also his wife. It's not the same as everyone else" Ibra continued. "Yes baby?"

"What?" tanya Laras looked curiously.

"That, thank you? it made me satisfied last night, but not so." Ibra's whisper is right in Laras' ear. "Dear great. Learn from where?"

Barrel smiling knot. "What the hell? embarrassed if you hear people," Netra eye Laras right-left lyrics Susi a bit far away is entering the laundry. Out there looking from behind the window, Irfan was taking care of the plants.

"Where? no one, just the two of us, baby." Cuph kissed the wife's cheek briefly.

"Who said there's nobody? there's Mama with the baby boy. Hey, what are you guys doing?" rahma's voice from behind, holding baby Satria.

Rahma's voice really made Ibra and Laras gasp and exchange views with each other. The heart of Barrel is beating fast. Thumped.

"Hayo, what are you doing? you haven't finished nifas loh dear .." stared flatly at Laras who momentarily looked down.

Then raise his head. "Yes, Mah .. nothing serious, we ..." Laras paused his words, momentarily glancing at the husband who was staring at him. "We know the limits. I'm not gonna do anything, Mah."

"Truly Mah .. trust me." Ibra perfected the wife's speech. "Mah Dong. The state of his son is a little. Time outside can't?" ibra Reduk.

"Abang ... What the hell?" laras's eyes glared at Ibra. She was ashamed of her mother-in-law.

"Oh .. It's okay if that's it, yes. Mama understood." Ms. Rahma felt relieved and smiled as she walked back and forth holding a baby Satria who seemed to be starving.

"That's it dong, Mah ..." Ibra showed a happy smile. To the mother.

Tott!

Tott!

Tott!

The sound of a car horn that irritates the ears, to the point that baby Satria is surprised to hear it ....

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