Marriage Contract Letter

Raindrop

Caca was still silent, had not yet given an answer to Jodi who had not waited. Every now and then they look at each other, wanting Caca to say yes. But somehow his lips are so heavy and stiff to move at this time.

But in the end. Caca prepared himself to give an answer. For a moment he took a deep breath, then he exhaled long. "Am I sure you want to get me?" his voice was slow and slightly trembling.

Jodi gave her smile. "If I'm not sure, what am I saying? did you see me messing around?" jodi's speech even asked back and looked at Caca closely.

"Em, not really." In the end, Caca nodded while speaking again. "I want to."

How happy Jodi's heart, when she heard the answer spoken from Caca's lips. Highlight Jodi's eyes sparkled, the hue of her happiness so radiated from Jodi's face. "Thank you very much?"

Likewise with Caca, happiness is painted beautifully from Caca's eyes. Though his eyes glazed over, shed happy tears. Re-impaired hopes about the future. As a mature woman, it was clear she wanted to be married like any other woman.

Especially in Islam, marriage is one of worship to perfect faith in Allah. Whatever a wife does sincerely towards her husband, will be worth worshiping and getting a reward.

Failure that once happened, he considered as a failure that will be replaced with a real happiness.

"Where are we going home now? we gave this good news to Dad. He'll be happy to hear it." Jodi stood shifting her chair. Likewise Caca moved while hugging a bouquet of flowers, giving Jodi.

Both of them walked to where the car was parked. Arriving near the car, Jodi opens the door for Caca.

Caca was flattered, her lips smiling. "Thank you?" after sitting in the car.

"Sama-sama," Jodi replied as she circled her car. He sat right behind the steering wheel.

After both wearing seat belts, Jodi immediately plugged the gas forward his car splitting the dark streets and raindrops. Decorating the glitter of street lights, the atmosphere of the night is getting colder. Yet another with the feeling of two people who are in this car, his heart feels melahdu and warm, decorated with hundreds of flowers that bloom.

At a glance Jodi glanced at Caca, The two threw each other their sweetest smiles. After some time Jodi's car crossed the fence of his house.

The two went down together to enter his house. But the atmosphere is quiet, understand. The time has shown at 21:00 wib.

"Which father?" ask Jodi to her assistant.

"Master, it's resting. Just now."

"Oh, Mbok Darmi?"

"Less, you know." The assistant said as he left.

"You, just rest." Jodi glanced at Caca.

"All right, Mum." Caca nodded slowly.

Jodi continued her steps towards the father's room. After arriving at the door of his father's room. Slowly he pushed the handle. Jodi found her father lying down, sleeping soundly on his bed.

Jodi approaches the father's body. After making sure his father was sound asleep. Jodi turned around to get out, but before crossing the door. Jodi's ears heard something, the sound of tap water flowing in the bathroom.

Jodi's back on the body. Leading her feet to the bathroom to turn off the tap water, Jodi left the father's room.

Jodi dropped herself on the edge of the bed. His smile continued to grow. Growing from earlier, his heart was so radiant, that he forgot to smile at himself.

Jodi's feet dropped to the floor.walking to the bathroom, to clean up, while he soaked in the bahthub. While busy with thoughts that continue to organize the future with Caca later.

The night is getting late. Mambawa Jodi enters the subconscious yes it's dreamland.

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"Darling, just one more week. Baby boy 1 month 10 days huh?" said Ibra who buried his face in the stomach of the wife.

The middle barrel sits leaning on the shoulder of the bed. His wiggly fingers stroked Ibra's soft hair. "Hem."

Ibra and Laras have prepared a massive baby Satria wedding event. With a lot of making invitations, and it will be held in the ministry so that the place is more adequate.

The invitation is also in the printing process. Day to day baby boy growth and development is very quite rapid. Getting fatter and healthier. Laras so enjoy the process of becoming a mother that sometimes very time consuming.

Moreover, Laras now has his own activities, or busy with the program he made, yes it became one of the donors. help people in need! the program is called "Yu Bantu"

Which among. Assisting the educational costs of underprivileged children. Orphans, embracing street children, beggars. To be children who have a better future. And in the field of health, including people who are sick and unable to seek treatment. Then he intervened.

"Tomorrow, I have to go to the hospital. Visiting people who want surgery," murmured Laras.

"Oh, be careful. Oya, that hit-and-run patient huh?" ask Ibra.

"Hem, until now there has been no action to apologize or anything, he said," Laras said.

"Yes, already. Help me to the end and selflessly." Ibra muttered as she closed her eyes.

"Yes, that's for sure. We'll help until he's healed" said Laras.

Long time no sound heard. Apparently Ibra was asleep, while Laras was still sitting in his original place. "Abang. Bobonya moved, don't gini I'm hard if later baby boy wake up."

"Hem." Ibra muttered without opening her eyes.

"Wake up, and move!" pinta Laras, he happened to feel sleepy.

There's no reaction. Baras' hand patted the husband's cheek. "Darling ... wake up! move to the pillow."

Finally Ibra's eyes opened, moving her head up. Then move his head to the pillow that is already available. Lips Barrel smiled. Just laid yourself.

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

Baby boy's voice wakes up. The barrel immediately wakes back up while yawning, approaching the baby boy's bed. "Baby boy wake up baby, Mammy just wanted bobo, baby boy wake up again. Mammy's sleepy baby."

Baby boy Laras lift, who previously checked his diaper first. It was uncomfortable once. "Hungry, baby? is the baby boy hungry? Yes hungry, oh dear .. baby Satria hungry yes."

Baras nursing baby Satria with affection. Until baby Satria satria satiety, and sleep soundly back.

The baby boy was put to sleep in his place. After that, you can lie down next to the husband who has already slept. Pull the blanket and cuddle hugging the body of the husband, his eyes are no longer able to compromise.

Throughout the night, Laras up to three times woke up to give his breast milk to the baby boy. Sometimes Ibra also woke up accompanying, as now, Ibra was sitting with his wife who was awakened by the sound of baby Satria.

Time has shown at 03. The barrel replaces baby Satria diapers that are already uncomfortable.

"Baby boy is bobo again dear." Ibra looked at his wife and baby.

"Yes, here. Baby boy is her son's henchman. So far he has never stayed up," said Laras without turning his head.

Barrel pulled his hand. For the reason of urinating first. He took his steps to the bathroom. Ibra dropped herself on the bed.

A short time. Barrel back from the bathroom, Ibra immediately woke up staring at the steps of the wife who approached the bed he occupied. Ibra's hand again grabbed the wife's wrist to sit nearby.

"Bobo again yu, sleepy." The barrel evaporated and he covered his mouth.

Ibra grabbed his wife's shoulder. "Cold." Ibra's Mumbling.

"Yes already. Bobo's gonna have a little while before dawn." Barrel rubbing Ibra's cheeks. Take him back to sleep before dawn.

Ibra's hand even glued his embrace on Laras' body. Laras also buried his face in the chest of the field of the husband while closed.

"Em ... sleepy." Laras muttered and returned a hug.

Then Ibra took off her arms and stretched her body from Laras' body. He climbed up and lay back down. Pulling a blanket patterned with flowers until it covers both bodies.

The early morning atmosphere like this further added to the extreme cold, cold that Ibra felt as if sneaking and piercing into the bone. His body increasingly mepet into the body of the wife, so that the two bodies seemed to be one.

Ibra was getting less and less strong with the cold that was bothering her. He needs warmth from his wife. Finally asking to be spoiled, Laras who sleeps heavily, runs out to take care of baby Satria. Plus, you have to take care of the big baby boy.

Ibra's hands were moving everywhere, to every inch of his wife's body. Including the beautiful hills, now his body. Being on top of the wife, increasingly makes it more free to do small activities that he likes.

"Propsy. Less than a week more." His voice was barely audible.

"No, it's also patient." Reply Ibra. With an irregular breath, then greedily devoured his son's rations. One by one the clothes were both thrown to the floor. Behind the thick blanket Ibra asked to be pampered, Laras tried to breed her until Ibra was satisfied. Satisfied, an hour later the slightly hot activity just stopped.

Both. Feeling exhausted, Ibra's hand pulled the wife's head into her shoulder. Pasting his chin at the top of Laras' head, whispering. "Thank you darling?" with a slightly heavy voice.

"Hem," muttered Laras as she pressed her cheek against Ibra's chest Her fingers danced at the black object on her husband's chest. Makes Ibra feel ticklish.

"Geli dear," said Ibra while catching Laras fingers, he pointed to his mouth and he kissed full of warmth. Squeezing friendly. "Kange. Wants to end soon."

"It seems like a long time." Temptation Laras while smacking his smile.

"Ah, don't want to know. Just be on time." Ibra wake.

The barrel clamped the blanket under his armpits. "Loh, I was born why did you bother anyway?"

Ibra turned her head for a moment with a sharp look. He was annoyed, angry with the words of Baras this time. "Yes, you were born. I've suggested Caesar, but you don't want to and prefer normal" Ibra said angrily as she descended, walking innocently to the bathroom. It just so happened that time was already dawn.

Laras was dumbfounded, swallowing his saliva staring at the departure of Ibra who looked angry.

Brugh!

The sound of the bathroom door that slightly Ibra slammed. Making Laras gasp, not expecting to make Ibra angry like this. Slowly Laras went down on the floor taking his clothes on the floor, wearing his negligee. Then pick up the dirty clothes Ibra scattered below.

Laras heart feels bad, has made the husband angry. He often stared at the bathroom door. There was the sound of water flowing irregularly from within.

After opening the curtains and windows. Sweeping and beeping in the room, preparing Ibra's formal attire, then looking back at the door that was still closed. His heart was haunted by guilt, he led his steps towards the bathroom door.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of knocking on the door. "Abang, is it okay yet? it's noon." But there was no response. Unless the sound of water constantly flowing, make Laras' heart worry. Unconcerned. Afraid of being inside to the napa-napa.

Laras took a long breath. His eyes stared at the door. Slowly, the Barrel hand pushes the door handle.

Blake it!

The door opened and Ibra was still soaking. Seeing Laras, Ibra turned her face away for a moment. Laras looked down for a moment, then walked over to her husband.

Stand by the bathtub. "It's noon, pray first."

Ibra did not respond. He looked angry at Laras so he would not look at him. Keep turning his face in the other direction.

Barrel smiled. "Any the same as me?"

Ibra did not answer. He wakes up and cleans himself under the shower. Grabbing a towel, he put it on and out of the room immediately without saying a word to Laras.

Laras. Look at Ibra's back from behind. He also rushed to clean himself directly under the shower, so as not to waste any more time.

After the barrel is finished. Barrel out, open the door. His eyes immediately found the husband who was ready and neat. Barrel smiled.

Ibra is still a bitch. No matter the sweet smile. The smile of Baras instantly faded away. Down, walk near the dresser.

Ibra sat on the couch opening her laptop. With a little annoyance, it was clearly on Ibra's face that was bent. Then Ibra stood up, taking her steps into the kitchen.

The barrel is still silent on the dresser chair. Pensive, so angry is he at me? batin Laras churned himself. Then move out of the room following the husband who snambled.

I haven't pulled the door yet. Ibra is back. With his sharp eyes, he looked at his wife. But still did not say a word that was spoken from the lips of Ibra.

Laras thought hard, how do I keep Ibra from being cold like this again. "Ang is angry isn't it the same as me?"

Ibra who sat back, kept a warm cup of coffee at the table. "No."

The barrel sits near him. Sitting facing Ibra. "Why is that so bad?"

Ibra responded to his wife's words with a sledgehammer, sipping his still hot coffee.

Suddenly Laras stood up and switched, sitting on Ibra's thigh. His hands were round Ibra's neck. He ventured to melt the husband's heart.

Ibra's eyes stared at the wife, her hair still wet. His long and pliable eyelashes add to his beautiful eyes, adding to his beautiful face Laras. Although the heart gasps, but does not try to resist it.

Netra eyes Laras stared fixedly at the husband, his lips were very seductive. And I want it to feel like Ibra bit something in front of her ....

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