Marriage Contract Letter

Impervious

"C...dear? I was busy shooting," Mery held onto Ibra's two shoulders while looking at her husband's handsome face. His legs were stiffened in order to easily grab Ibra's face.

Ibra threw away her face and distanced herself from Mery "Here you go. I'm gonna take a break." Ibra walked away from Mery.

"Well," Mery looked at her husband's steps in disappointment.

"Now, you change, after your new wife. Why did Dian tell Ibra to marry that cat? wonder me, the son of me just take from the orphanage, sorted." grumbled Mery.

In the room Laras was busy watching his favorite show on television. occasionally glanced at the clock that showed at 21:30.

His heart began to grow. He said tonight Ibra would sleep in her room, there was a sense of excitement and anxiety. Afraid of being asked to serve him. "But it's my duty, too, my duty." The barrel pacing back and forth while biting the fingernails of his index finger.

Her steps slowly approached the dressing table, spraying perfumed oils onto her neck and hands. "Huuh .. Oh my heart beat fast gini, but not yet anything. He might not have come here either, changed his mind to go to his other wife, "sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing the bolster then in his arms.

Sounds slow but sure. Baras looked at the door, his heart was pounding. It must be Ibra who will come to him.

Slowly the door was pushed from the outside, and the door opened. A handsome man was standing at the door, his eyes staring at Laras' collar.

He was Ibra who stood, his eyes on Laras, who was sitting on the edge of the bed hugging the bolster. Ibra pulled her lips slightly.

As soon as Laras lowered his head, his heart jumped. Like the feeling of a newlywed first facing the first night.

Laras breathing so long.., and riled when he saw Ibra's steps approaching him.

Ibra's steps were fixed on Laras who looked down deeply. Previously closed and locked the door.

Ibra's gaze was sharp towards Laras as her aunt revealed a smile. "Why do you look so tense?"

"Eh .. ti-no sir." Laras seemed nervous to see Ibra sitting nearby.

Ibra took a roll from Laras' embrace, making Laras stare at Ibra's astonishment, seconds later looking down again.

Netra eye Ibra noticed Laras from head to toe, his ideal body shape, wearing a long sleep stellan, long wavy hair is allowed to decompose just like that. His face is clean, his nose is sharp. Thin pink lips to decorate the beauty of his face.

"Ec ... Do you want to sleep now?" Stand up to make the bed. But the Baras Hand reached by Ibra's hand made Laras sit back.

Barrel pulls the hand from Ibra's grasp. The heart that had just kept beating faster and more here was getting worse, his palms became cold.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Ibra.

"Eh .. I went to the bathroom for a minute." Barrel rushed to walk to the bathroom and immediately closed the door.

Ibra shook her head slowly, while pulling her lips next to a faint smile, then climbed up to crawl onto the bed. Pull the blanket lying on its back staring at the ceiling.

In the bathroom Laras stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Oh .. Why does my heart beat all the time?" muttered Laras while neutralizing his feelings.

The Barrel hand pulls the sideways hair down to the front. After washing his face, Laras opened the door, and Ibra was lying on the bed.

Baras's step approached the switch and replaced it with a dim light, although his heart was degan he stepped closer to the bed. Slowly go up so as not to disturb the person next to him, then pull the blanket until it covers the chest. Laying his body tilted back against the ibra that he saw was sleeping, previously putting bolsters as a boundary between the two.

Moments later Ibra who pretended to be asleep, his ears heard clearly the sound of Laras steps then climbed slowly to the bed. Opening the eyes of the atmosphere was already dim, glancing towards Laras who was sleeping sideways to his back.

The roll in the middle. Ibra took it and turned it behind her body.

Carefully Ibra's hands were raised and hugged Laras' waist. Laras was shocked and wanted to move him, but Ibra's hand was too heavy to move. Ibra at the back smirked in satisfaction.

"Sir, his hand?" murmuring Laras but no response from Ibra made Laras unable to close his eyes. The heart that had been neutral was now back pounding.

In suguhi smooth neckline, making Ibra tempted to want to touch it, cup ... Ibra kisses Laras' neck very gently. As soon as Laras closed his eyes, the touch was so gentle as to make

the Heart of Barrel is jumping up and down.

The barrel sways facing towards Ibra making their faces only a few inches away. For a moment the two sat there, only his eyes spoke.

Then Laras turned his body back to its original position, holding the chest that rose and down his breath so irregular.

Ibra smiled mischievously and her hands re-hugged Laras' waist but this time Laras kept quiet. Making Ibra more free to launch the action, the lips of ibra tracing the neck Laras freely. Causing a sense of flutter in the body Laras vibrates.

"Ja-don't Master" Laras voice very softly.

The sound of Laras in Ibra's ear is so sexy and seductive, his hand goes up to touch something belonging to Laras and this time he immediately tepis lowered Ibra's hand to where it was. "Don't Master," the voice of Baras trembled.

Ibra's breath was increasingly hunting, something that had been tense thrashing must be held. Because he did not want to impose his will again like that time. "OK, I will not impose my will, I will do it when you are willing to serve me" Ibra whispered in a heavy voice.

Laras smiled as he closed his eyes, and let Ibra's hand embrace him.

The next morning, as usual. Laras was already in a private room pour Malik Ibrahim, beberes, and prepare his clothes.

Since Laras was around, no assistant had improved or taken any more dirty clothes. Except to put clean clothes from the laundry was only up at the table. The rest Laras did.

His other wives did not know about it, all they knew was when Ibra visited them and gave them a birth and mental ration. But Dian as an old wife and a businessman does not undermine the material of a Malik Ibrahim, because he does not lack, and the business he pioneered was basically there was interference Malik Ibrahim her husband.

"Where are you going?" ibra asked Laras, who had opened the door.

Laras. "You're out, you're gonna make breakfast."

"Help me first" said Ibra, wearing a belt, his shirt not buttoned.

While frowning his forehead. "What help?" The barrel turned its steps back into the room.

"Tie my shirt" he said pointing to his shirt.

"Huuh .. That should be helped, what child?" sumpul Laras while approaching and obeying the orders of the husband.

"No need to grumble." explained Ibra while looking at the face of Laras, who finally grinned. Finish and tidy up, further help wearing his work coat.

Ibra continued to stare at Laras, feeling noticed. Laras! finally they looked at each other, Ibra's gaze was so deep. Making Laras' heart rumble what else when Ibra's finger touched Laras's hand.

Dian, who was ready to go to the airport, went to Ibra's room first for the part to the other time. But after the front door of the room that was already open. Dian found the scenery less wearing heart. Dian saw her husband standing face to face with his young wife cheering each other with affection.

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