Marriage Contract Letter

Secret

Mbok Darmi's hand stroked Mulyadi's hand very gently. His lips covered a smile that contained meaning.

Mr. Mulyadi felt a strange sigh in his body. And a heightened sense of desire. While at Jodi's house, his needs are ignored in the absence of opportunity and a sense of wastiness, fear of being known by the child.

Often Darmi sneaked into the master's room, but just entered Jodi's hunt to see the father. But this time mbok Darmi really desperate to meet Mr. Mulyadi just to pour out the longing that always had to be buried because of the circumstances.

Although his condition is in a wheelchair, but his soul to his manhood is normal like other healthy men. As it was now he felt something urgent.

Mr. Mulyadi upheld his seat. Approaching the face of Darmi who looked at meu and seduced, the resigned gaze offered something. Mulyadi's nose stuck to Darmi's neck breathed in the fragrance of her body that she hadn't smelled.

His hands grabbed a large, filled fruit. Fruit that always hangs and maintains its freshness. Mbok Darmi smiled and his eyes closed feeling something radiating across his body. Both blood flowed profusely up into the crown.

Darmi opened both eyelids, when he realized his hand was squeezing a banana horn that was ready to be enjoyed. He bit his lower lip, it feels impatient to devour the horn banana.

"Do your duty to serve me" whispered Mulyadi in a trembling voice.

Mbok Darmi smiled happily. He stood in front of Mr. Mulyadi, taking off everything attached to his body. So that there is no one left, then climb up and open one/one cloth that covers the body of Mr. Mulyadi deftly, so it does not take long to get rid of him.

For a moment they looked at each other, then as if they did not want to waste any more time. Mbok Darmi directly who handle everything wildly. Mr. Mulyadi just brushes to enjoy this activity.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of footsteps, outside Mr. Mulyadi's room. The two of them were slightly anxious looking at each other under the dim light. But it is not possible to stop activities that have reached half. While listening to the sound of the step that is getting away, they still continue their activities that make addictive. Darmi who swim more freely move as he pleases. Even so, they remained cautious, lest their voices be heard outside. Danger.

Early in the morning, Caca had gone to Mr. Mulyadi's room to wake up. But Mr. Mulyadi was sitting on the edge of the bed looking fresh.

"Morning, Mister? it's awake apparently," said Caca while cleaning up.

"Already, sister. Already from now," said Mr. Mulyadi with a face that looks bright, shining.

The clean-swept Caca saw something under the bed. "eeh. What is it, rich sidi. But it's like a woman's." Inner Caca while staring at the item.

Seeing Caca dumbstruck with eyes glaring in one direction, Mr. Mulyadi was surprised and how surprised he saw the Darmi stuff left below.

"Ca, let it be there. It's mine, so be ashamed." Mr. Mulyadi looked timid.

"Oh, it's okay for Caca to get it-"

"Ja-do not let it. in-there, not later Caca disgusted," prevent Mr. Mulyadi. Can be suspicious if taken Caca, where the goods are large, as wide as the owner. "Help me into the nun's wheelchair."

"Oh, fine then." Caca approached and helped Mulyadi sit in a wheelchair.

"Thank you sisters?" mumbled Mr. Mulyadi.

"After I take the laundry to the sanctuary. After that we take a walk in the morning air, sir." Caca immediately came out of the room, glancing at his eyes looking at the sidi who was still lying on the floor. He wants to take it with other laundry.

After Caca came out, Mr. Mulyadi immediately took the goods. He squeezed and kissed her until her eyes closed. The smell is so fresh in the nose. Then hurry it to keep it in a place that is safe. "Teledor Darmi, it's almost."

"If Caca who took can suspect him, can reveal my secret, Caca must be feeling my pants are that big. 2x fold my hips he he he he he.." laughed alone.

Caca's back. Then push the wheelchair Mulyadi sir to the back coincidentally behind the yard is spacious and green as well.

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"Bagy morning," cuph! a warm kiss landed on his forehead Laras.

"Morning too," the heavy sound of a typical barrel just waking up. While squinting, observing the appearance of Ibra who wears a sarong and peci, looks neat in the eyes of Laras.

"About the baby boy hasn't woken up yet, his Mammy is still sleeping." Ibra poked his wife's nose.

Lips Barrel smiled sweetly. "Who bothers me to keep hem?" The barrel got up and hugged Ibra's shoulder from behind tightly. Poked her cheek on her husband's back.

"Who is flirting? where there's flirting! weird ah." Tymphal Barrel. "Em ... still sleepy." Putting his head back on the pillow.

"Darling .. uh-eh wake up. Your husband doesn't want to be taken care of?" ibra's hand patted Barrel's cheek gently.

"Drowsiness, still wanting to sleep. My eyes are so good that Abang ... bentar ... again it's still morning too, right?" he muttered Laras while remaining closed.

Ibra's head shook slowly, his hands stroking the wife's hair. "I love you dear."

Then Ibra approached the baby boy who was still asleep. The child was getting more and more bloated, Ibra pulled her lips smiling happily, finally she had offspring as well. Then bring his steps to the sofa turn on the television with a heart workshop show.

Suddenly Laras brought coffee in front of Ibra. Makes Ibra surprised and confused. "Well, was that bobo again, baby?"

"His coffee. Yes, yes," said Laras, then swung his legs near the window open the curtains and windows so that fresh morning air into the room.

"I don't see it?" Ibra was astonished and scratched his nape.

"Maybe you were daydreaming earlier, to the point that I woke up and left the room invisible to all!" said Laras while fixing his bed.

Take Ibra's formal attire from the closet. He kept it on a neat bed. "The baby Satria stuff has not been prepared to be brought to Mension," he murmured Laras.

"Look, clothes I don't need to bring from here baby, complicated. There's a lot there too, your clothes too. There's a lot of not to wear."

"But I rarely buy clothes. But why so much? I do not understand, even though if the goods are not used it is redundant. Pamali." Laras reveals his heralding taste.

"Not to be surprised, if most yes .. given just the same who need. Easy, right?" he said while he was sipping his coffee.

"Can I share it?" tanya Laras looked at the husband.

"By honey," Ibra stood up and took her clothes.

"If so, I'll sort it out. I'll get it out of the closet." Laras approached to help her husband put on his clothes.

Skillfully hand Laras put a tie around Ibra's neck. Wear jacket. Shoes, combing hair, spraying perfumed oil. "Hem .. smells good." Closing his eyes while grunting.

"Thank you, baby!" again landed a soft kiss on Laras' forehead which closed his eyes. Feel warm.

"Thank you for what?" netra Laras eyes stared fixedly.

"Em .. for all you have given and loved to do for me sincerely. I love you?"

Lips Laras reviews smiles. "I love you too!" the two hugged each other tightly until finally disturbed by the sound of a baby boy.

"E ... oak ..." the baby boy's voice coded him when he woke up.

"Dear I-yes, Mammy's coming. Uh ... Wake up baby boy Mammy."

"Ups, Papi does not want to be close to the baby boy first, afraid to pee again like yesterday. I'll change her diaper later." Ibra stood some distance away when the baby boy changed his diaper.

The boy's eyes kept on the father. His legs and arms continued to move as if to signal that he wanted to be carried by the father.

"C. .. oak ...."

His hands and feet are active. Especially his eyes continued to look towards Ibra who was standing some distance away ....

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Hi-hi ... SKM up again. Thanks, I am still waiting. Don't forget the fav BSH too? Not the Hope Husband.