Marriage Contract Letter

Will Crime You

"Who the hell? Sus ... to the point that baby Satria is shocked." Rahma turned to Susi.

Ibra and Laras looked at each other for a moment. "Who the hell?" asked Laras to the husband who was finishing his meal.

Then Ibra sipped his drink until the toilet. "Most Zayn. Get me." Get me."

"Oh, it's usually unsettling. There is also Irfan who drives.

"Yes, each time." Ibra got up from her seat, went to the room. Take his things, such as laptops and cell phones.

"Whispering, why the hell? don't know what's in here right now, what kind of drunk baby?" susi was standing on a terrace not far from Zayn's car.

Zayn was just speechless to hear Susi's chatter standing not far from his car. Zayn smiled faintly, opened the car door and got off. "Know, you know. What is he still sleeping for? usually this morning I'm up and I'm taking a shower too."

"Wake up. But still he's shocked, rich people convulsing that, responsibility loh." Susi pointed at Zayn.

"What am I impregnating you? it has to be everything's responsibility." Zayn shook his head as his feet stepped into the house. Heading to the dining room follows Susi.

"Beautiful Aunt? uh. .. The handsome guy is awake." Zayn poking baby Satria's cheeks.

"Aunt whom do you think? early in the morning has got shocked baby Satria. That was."

"Sorry Aunt. I forgot it really?" zayn revealed his smile as he put his hands together in front of his chin.

Ms. Rahma. Smile thinly, and nod.

Netra Zayn's eyes directed a glance towards Laras. "For Miss?" Zayn nodded respectfully. Pulling up a chair and taking a plate, do not hesitate anymore, immediately take breakfast.

"Morning too" said Laras. With a big smile.

"Where's Master?" ask Zayn between his meals. His mouth was full of food.

"There's in the room. Let me call you first. Yea?" laras's Mumbles. Then lead his steps to the room.

Click!

Blake it!

"Honey, there's Zayn" said Laras, staring at her husband wearing a watch.

"Ah, why did it come, I have Irfan too," said Ibra while looking at the astri.

The barrel stands leaning against the wall. "Now again breakfast," his finger pointed in one direction.

Ibra's forehead shriveling. "Ah base singles acute." While shaking.

"Nothing" said Laras.

Ibra's feet were approaching towards Laras. "Kiss morning dong." with a meaningful gaze.

"Yes, geez. From waking up, what's that called?" reply Laras while showing a smile concluded.

"That's it, baby. Not now," whispered Ibra, his hands clinging to both walls thus locking Laras' body.

"I want to give love to baby Satria," Laras pushes Ibra's chest with the intention of getting out of her confinement.

But not one bit Ibra granted the request of the wife. He moved closer to his face. The barrel that felt his heart thumping was getting faster, as Ibra's face was getting closer. Moreover, his eyes found a door that was wide open. Laras' heart was getting riled up afraid that Rahma's mom would come in.

"Did you?" soft mutter. The right hand held Ibra's chest and the other held her around her husband's waist.

Finally Ibra's lips landed on his destination well. When enjoying each other?

"Ehem," Rahma's mother cleared her throat, standing in the middle of the door.

Laras gasped his tail and his eyes turned towards the mother-in-law. But stay in the original position.

"Mama ..why not say first, being responsible" said Ibra without looking at the mother. Focused on looking at the wife who was also staring at him. With a full look at worry.

"You guys, what the fuck. Where the door is open, it is closed first the door dear .." mom Rahma closed the door while holding baby Satria.

"Abang, Mah. Not arguably," he murmured Laras slowly.

Ibra's gaze was still intense on his wife, the look of his eyes that were difficult to understand made Laras wonder in his heart. Cup! a brief kiss landed again. Then let go of his wife, let her go. Laras immediately takes baby Satria from Rahma's lap.

"Sorry, Mah .. must have been pegel, baby boy. Kasian Oma well carry you on, shower yu? later on in the sun." Laras holds the baby boy with the intention to be bathed.

"Love mimi darling. Kasian hungry him, because of his big baby boy Mammy, baby huh? because of her big baby Mammy is super spoiled huh!" mom Rahma invites baby boy to chat.

"Mamah .. Is it very similar to his son?" ibra said while hugging the mother. With effect.

"Yes-yes. Go to work later, bad luck. Spoiled base, yes spoiled." mom Rahma pushed while giving her smile.

"All right, my dear Mama .. I'll take care of you." Ibra's hand grabbed the mother's hand and kissed.

Then walked up to the wife who was sitting giving baby boy mimi. "Darling I go first, fine at home. Take care of our baby boy." Cup! kissing the little guy's head and the wife's forehead alternately.

"Yes, watch out for the spirit of his work, which is smooth in his affairs. Aamiin's." She kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"okay." Ibra came out, carrying her laptop bag. Continuing to walk, his eyes searched for Zayn's whereabouts. At the empty dining table, apparently was chatting with Susi.

Ibra's eyebrows raised. He strolled towards Zayn and Susi who were standing in the corner. "Because of your nipples, good huh? in front of me is a rich cat and mouse. But behind me was smooth and soft like baby powder he he he he .." Ibra's voice startled both of them.

"Boss, just ngagetin. I almost hang." Zayn glared at his boss.

Susi was timid still can ngeles. "What the hell Sir? people talk about food too."

"Food, what happened to food? breakfast, not good? kuranin. It's easy." Timpal Ibra moved his hand to code Zayn to remove food from his stomach.

"Ah, the boss doesn't really understand. Lazy ah," said Zayn in an annoyed tone. He went ahead of the exit.

Ibra grinned with satisfaction. "Eh. Hear ya y'all? next month I'll marry you!" Ibra.

"What Master? marry me, I'm the same Mr. Zayn married. No, I don't want to." Sambar Susi shakes her head.

Zayn stopped his steps. Standing around without looking back, the smile on her lips slightly expanded. Then his feet continued the steps that led to the car.

Ibra did not answer Susi's protest, Ibra came out to pursue Zayn's steps. Although it will be different cars.

"Boss, which car do you want to go to?" zayn asked after seeing Ibra standing on the porch.

"I'm with my car." Ibra pointed at her fancy car.

"Okay, I'm ahead." Zayn got into his car. Then not wasting any more time, he immediately advanced at high speed.

After Zayn's car disappeared, Ibra just got into his car. "Later, after you come back from the office, just in case at home. Let me go home with Zayn."

Irfan who was ready at the wheel nodded. Understand what his employer says.

"Yes, it's Saturday tomorrow, right? I want to play golp, please take care of my wife's house and children" Ibra continued while opening his laptop.

"Good Sir. Can I ask you something?" Irfan looked at the employer through the rearview mirror in front of the top.

"That last night was an old friend or-"

"Yes, old friend saree college. Just not so close, why?" ibra looked back at Irfan.

"Em .. no sir, just the name." Irfan was relaxed.

"Hem," Ibra's head shook his head.

Not long after, the car carrying Ibra had arrived in front of the headquarters. Ibra rushed down. "Okay, you just go home."

Irfan nodded and turned the wheel. Turn back to the Laras residence, leaving Ibra who was walking into the office area.

Ibra is now in her room. Sit in her big chair. He kept his suit on the shoulder of the chair. Roll up your sleeves up to your elbows.

Started to work with his task. His lips smiled at the moment remembering the one at home. Something that made her heart flower to this day.

"I see, I take a peek at the Boss with a big smile? there's no funny feeling here!" Zayn swept a glance at every corner of the room in amazement.

Ibra turned towards Zayn who had just entered without knocking first. Playing ballpoint on the finger. "You, can't tap before you go in?" staring intently.

"Even if I tap, free. Won't sound Boss."

"Times?" Ibra scrunched her forehead. The feeling of not daydreaming, his hands are still doing something well.

Zayn kept the file in front of Ibra. "Huh? don't-don't get rid of durian last night?" terka Zay. He sat himself in the front seat of Ibra.

"From durian? not really!" sahut Ibra.

"Ah don't believe it! his face was very fresh and looked very happy. Cut durian kah or jajan with another girl huh?" pointed at Ibra with her index finger.

"Damn it, what do you think I am? like you what? it's good to say jajan! eat ha ha ha .. let's be full."

"Certainly? well must be in love with his wife. Aye right? but it's not still that, is it? not a month from the lahiran." Zayn frowned.

"Ah, you want to know. There is no obvious word for snack. No-no! oyas. You want me to marry Susi. He was just my assistant. What's the harm anyway? if that's your soul mate."

Zayn looked up when he heard Ibra's words like that. Back to Susi. His heart became stunned whether happy or not, his heart still wanted to convince, ready to marry Susi. Actually, it has long been known, but previously never terbesit intention to marry.

Zayn is still dumb. And thinking, he had often changed lovers even with his mischief he dared to spend time with a paid woman an hour and two at clubs. Maybe it's time he stopped all that. Looking for a woman who is really serious and sincere in love with him. Accept what it is. Will Susi be his wife? Susi's a fine woman. While he himself included a prank and naughty man. Zayn.

"Why are you daydreaming? don't think too late! you have known each other for a long time, even though you have not studied each other," said Ibra. Looks serious.

"But, is it possible that Susi would marry me?" Zayn looked at Ibra in a doubtful tone.

"Why Not? you're tajir. Hardworking, tenacious. Specially? she won't be in trouble even if it's a household." Ibra convinced Zayn. "That's what you want, right?" ibra's gaze was very serious, he did not mess around to unite Zayn and Susi.

"You, the hell .. but ... That, afraid she won't." Zayn Doubts.

"Fear of being rejected? aha ... lost before the match. Cement." Ibra sneered at Zayn who looked doubtful and fearful.

"Yes, afraid of rejection, the edges bully. But ... Well not Zayn's name. If you can't conquer Susi. Susi is easy, I can conquer even young Miss"

"What did you say? it's good, it's mine. No one can take it from me! indiscriminate. Don't be so rude." Ibra cuts out the words of Zayn.

"Ha ha ha .." Zayn's laughing voice boomed in Ibra's room crisply.

"Don't laugh? not funny!" ibra's Protest on Zayn.

"Sorry .. I will try to melt Susi's heart. That means." Error Zayn.

"But you don't have to say that either. She's my wife, and she'll still be my wife. Don't you just talk." Ibra's upset. Retrieving the file that Zayn brought.

"Yes-yes .. I'm sorry. I'm just kidding, the boss is jealous." Zayn smiled.

"Because you haven't felt, how would it feel if we really love someone" Ibra said while addressing the file.

"But, Boss. You used to be not this sweet as the old wife, or maybe because this is the second pubescent?" Zayn grinned and moved, grabbing the file that Ibra had handled. Get out of that room.

Ibra was silent. His bead of eyes only stared at Zayn's back crossing the door. His brain goes back to the past, which Zayn meant.

Ibra shook her head violently. Then continue the routine.

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At a restaurant, at a table some distance away from other visitors, the place is comfortable. Dian single-handedly sat there, his hands stirring the juice drink in a large glass. His eyes were watching the atmosphere around. His sight was agitated at the entrance. Apparently he was waiting for someone.

"Hi, wait a long time?" the voice of someone who actually came from behind Dian.

Dian flabbergasted. Until standing. "Well, you came from there. Isn't that the door from there?"

The man smiled wryly. "I think it's important I'm here, sorry is waiting."

Dian sat back down. "No pa?pa anyway." Though the heart is still astonished. How can it be in the back?

"What do you want to eat?" ask the Word while advancing his seat.

"Nh .. beef steak. Drink water, for the juice is already there." Answer Dian.

"okay!" The Word called the worker and mentioned Dian's order and her same self.

"Oyeah, where's Ferdi? not coming!" tanya Dian stared at the Word.

"She .. was at her grandmother's place." The Word tells us about his son.

"Oh, what a pity, I brought a toy." Dian lethargic.

"Oh, later if anyone loves you. Let's be clearer," clearly the Word back.

"Well, what's the matter with me meeting here?" search Dian.

"Oh, sorry to bother you? you must be busy working, sorry." In the end, the Word apologized.

"Em .. not really. It was lunch time, just curious. Am I wrong again so that I will be invited by the authorities again?" serious tone Dian.

"Eh .. no-no. I'm not in touch with the police anymore. And you know that," she said a little nervously.

"Yes ... Is that time?" with a meaningful look.

"No, obviously .. I'll punish you, for stealing my heart!" he said meaningfully. And a hard look to interpret.

Dian gawked, his mouth gaping in disbelief that a serious-looking person was capable of gombalin chicks. Dian did not expect to hear a speech that contains a muffler, to make him a total clepek, unable to say any words.

Looking at Dian who did not flinch at all, Firman smiled faintly. "I'm not kidding. I seriously. Even two geniuses, will you be the mother of my child? oops, I mean .. will you be my wife and the mother of my child?" errata Word again. Doesn't look like he's joking.

Dian's heart is breaking. His knees were trembling weakly, cold sweat adorning both of his palms. He really did not expect to hear the sound and words that make his feelings float, he never expected to be shot by a former police officer ....

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