Marriage Contract Letter

Convulsions

Mr. Marwan came to them and finally they talked. About Dian's intentions and the Word that will soon be married.

As in-laws, Mr. Marwan was also very happy to hear it and gave advice to his special Dian. That which has been used as a lesson for the future. Do not let it happen again, especially to destroy households that have been built together.

We have to accept each other, respect each other and love each other. Be a better wife than ever, a loving and grateful woman always. Dian listened while looking down and did not feel until he shed tears.

Dian rubbed his wet cheeks, he admitted to every mistake he had done in the past that destroyed the household heresy they built. He nodded his head in understanding.

Then Dian raised his face slowly. "I will always, insyaAllah will remember papa's wishes, Dian also apologized if during being Papa and Mama's daughter-in-law I was never a ghost of hope. Dian has always been defiant. Disrespect the two of you, I've made a stupidity or a fatal mistake. But now I've cleared everything." Dian's eyes looked at Rahma and Marwan's mother alternately.

"We have forgiven, and up to this very second. Even at any time, you will still be our daughter-in-law. In Islam there is no such thing as a former ghost! because the son-in-law and in-laws have no break-up," said Mr. Marwan. The others nodded their heads.

"Thank you, Mama and Papa who always loved the stubborn Dian who accepted Dian as he was." Typal Dian is back.

"Yes, equally dear. You are a good woman only sometimes you are selfish. That's all if according to Mama, but it can be changed with strong intentions huh Pah?" said Rahma glanced at her husband.

"Son, Firman .. You must guide Dian in front of her. Make her a pious woman. A woman devoted to her husband and parents." Mr. Marwan is back.

"Our son has failed to guide Dian in the past, now it is the duty of Nak Firman to guide him" Rahma said. Look towards the Word.

Word nodded slowly, his eyes looking at Dian who was also staring at him. "God willing. Aunt and Om."

"Mammy, too, Dian's coming for the Word?" bu Lodia was moved. Hear Dian advised by her father-in-law.

"Yes, Mam, the Word will take care of Dian as I take care of myself and my son," said the Word reassured.

Ibra who had just entered the living room was astonished. With his crowd at home, there was even a new person he did not know, sitting with Dian.

All eyes looked towards Ibra, after she said her greetings.

"What's so many things?" tanya Dian while keeping her laptop bag on the table.

"This, Brother ... Dian came here in addition to bercilaturahmi. He also invited us to attend his wedding later." Answer Rahma.

Ibra frowned. "Married? his inner. Netra's eyes Ibra looked towards Dian and the foreign man.

"Second, this is my future husband. His name is Firman," finally Dian introduced the Word to Ibra who looked dumb.

"Malik Ibrahim!" ibra extended his hand to the Word.

"Man of Firmansyah," said the Word while welcoming the hand of Ibra. Both of them sat back in their own places.

Then Dian's hand took the invitation card that was on the table. "You're coming, huh?"

Ibra sighed deeply, he took the card and opened it and read it in his heart. Staring flat at Dian and Firman alternated while saying. "Congratulations? may you be happy, be a happy household and mawadah warahmah." Ibra was sincere.

"Thank you" said Firman, holding Ferdi who had just come with a toy.

"He's who's your son, isn't he?" tanya Ibra stared fixedly at Ferdi.

"Yes, right. He's Ferdi, our son." Reply Word. "Greetings Om, this is his father's baby boy just now."

The boy said, then approached, grabbing Ibra's kissed hand. Ibra was amazed and rubbed her head.

"Smart kid, have you met a baby boy yet?" ibra said to the boy.

"Already, Om. Baby boy bobo, just in the same kimi auntie. Keep bobo, sleepy." He answered while actively moving his hands.

"Oh, bobo yes." Then Ibra stood up and went to the room. His hand grabbed the laptop bag at the table.

Ibra walked towards her room, arriving at the room did not forget to close the door again. Found the wife was closing the window or curtains, glancing at the husband who looked tired.

"Kok play in? do not say hello too," Laras grumbled as he approached.

Ibra smile. "Assalamu'alaikum?"

Ibra also held the head of the wife, landed a kiss on her forehead so friendly. "Outside there's Dian and Mammy."

"Yes, if Mammy the hell from me came home from the outside is also there. Babysit baby boy, if Dian hasn't been here long." Laras' hand opens Ibra's tie and his suit. "Mammy looks lonely huh, kasian!

"Hem," he muttered Ibra, pulling Laras' shoulder to lean on her front shoulder.

"Brand in there, the smell of sweat well."

Ibra snorted kissing her own body. "No, who said it stinks? scented gini. Just the reason my wife is."

"Hem," Laras pulled her lips smiling idly. "Dian wants to get married, hopefully get a better husband than Brother huh?"

Ibra raised her eyebrows. "What am I not good at?"

Laras lifted his face. "Good, but good that has a wife that many not size. In the eyes of people still not good, his wife's good times are many."

Ibra's finger pinched his wife's nose with anxiety. "That used to be a darling .. and that's what she wanted not for me, but lucky too, to have your rich wife. Try if his wife like the others may be added again, to a myriad of ha ha ha ...."

Laras flicked his lips. Seeing Ibra chuckle. "Warehouse? a myriad of second-hand goods? basic men initially do not want, the reason forced, uh long-time want to also be enjoyed-"

"Darling ... talking to yourself what? sober up? he had to force me to want to. If not forced where to want, boro-boro nawarin. Ha ha ha .." getting a big laugh.

"Abang also, he said married forced but nyosor mulu, maksa-maksa mulu," said Laras did not want to lose.

"Kan, if you're a husband and wife, it's a duty, baby. If I didn't force it, I might quickly have a baby boy, baby" Ibra recalled, stroking Laras' cheek. "And I fell in love with my wife." Voice slowly.

Both of Laras's eyes stared at the two beads of Ibra's eyes, both of them looking at each other affectionately. In a few moments.

"Abang fell in love with me, so forget the old love Brother." Then Laras looked down inside.

Ibra was silent for a while digesting Laras' speech just now. "Darling, why talk about that ah? everything has passed dear .. Stay we live happily. The proof is that Dian has now found her heart patch + with a handsome and smart son she also enjoys and thanks her. So are we."

Baras looked back at the husband. "Would you like to come to Dian's show?"

"Oh, baby, would. Same goes with my beautiful wife." Clamping his wife's nose again.

Barrel brushed off Ibra's hand. "Iih ... hurts, loves my nose clip so much!"

Ibra's two hands framed Laras's face. He looked very attached. The two pairs of their eyes met, looking at each other accompanied by the sound of the heart of the two who were racing. His chest that dag dig dug erratically. Ibra's face slowly approached the runway where she landed a warm, friendly kiss.

Some of the time the two enjoyed their respective touches. As if forgetting that there are guests outside and focus on his passionate activities.

Ibra's hands were guerrilla everywhere, a place that had always been her favorite. Makes Laras bite his lips. Avoiding the sound me*****, because Laras knew if his voice escaped would increase Ibra's desire to explode. Hence Laras hold as hard as he can so that his voice does not come out.

After being satisfied playing on the upper body of the wife, until her lips are smudged with breast milk. Ibra moved, approaching the baby boy who was sleeping soundly. Then kiss her cheek gently. Previously rubbed the lips of he who was smudged it.

Baras still sat on the sofa while tidying up his appearance which was not a mess anymore, but chaotic like a broken ship just irregular.

Ibra led her steps to the bathroom. And leave the door open. The bead of his eyes looked towards Laras who always made his desire to rise to the crown, almost unable to resist. With a push from within that thrashed.

Water filling and therapeutic fragrance on bahthub. Then go in and soak, having previously thrown his used clothes into place.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Laras turned to the source of the voice, coincidentally his appearance had been neatly returned. He stood up and was about to open the door, but first closed the bathroom door in which Ibra was soaking ....

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