Marriage Contract Letter

Many girls

"Do you really want to marry Irfan?" zayn's look looked serious.

"Why indeed? it's my business and my right to marry anyone" Susi replied, throwing her face away.

"You know that Mr. Ibra wants us to get married, but if you want to be with Irfan it's up to you." Ketus Zayn with an unfriendly face.

"Who will marry, it's none of Mr Zayn's business? mr Ibra is no problem, why is Mr Zayn angry?" Again throw a look in another direction.

"Who is angry? I just asked, not angry. If you want to marry someone, I have no problem!" Zayn. Clenching her teeth, upset with Susi's attitude that can not be spoken to seriously.

''Mr. Zayn is also her many girls, Beautiful again. Why did you want to marry Susi? ih ... are tired of them." Susi stared hard.

Zayn turned his head and returned Susi's sharp gaze. "What do you mean, who wants to marry you, ogah. Fucking freak."

Susi's eyes were round and her teeth were gritted. "Am I a bad girl?" slightly raised his head defiantly.

"Yes, garang. Erratic, while I love meek women-"

"Who would like to be with Mr. Zayn! boy play, girl playin." Susi doesn't want to lose.

"Still mending, means I'm practicing. Not like you're not la-"

"That's cheap, the name's not pretentious." Susi's tone is getting higher.

"What's? you said good-looking, you didn't sell-"

"Biarin, it means I'm more awake than you who nyosor here and there." Susi cuts off Zayn's words.

Then both are silent. Feeling tired with each other's chat. Once in a while, look at each other, throw your face away again.

"Pull table, spout. We're going to the Missions" Zayn said.

Susi stood up, and cleaned the dining table. "Don't you say good, help napa?"

Eventually Zayn moved the dirty dishes to the sink and began washing them, which had exposed each other to fangs. This time in the kitchen.

"Darling, hotshot Papi. We're going to the Missions." Ibra invites chat baby Satria who are in her arms.

"Yes, honey. I have a meeting later tonight, but not for long." Ibra turned to Laras who cleaned the husband's laptop.

"Huh? where's the meeting," asked Laras. Looking towards Ibra.

"In Resto xx, if you want to come too can."

"Why not in the ministry or office just meeting?" selidik Laras added fixedly staring at the husband.

"Scheduled her there baby." Answer Ibra back.

"Oh, yes. Good luck with that."

"Hem, do we walk?" bring Ibra. "Let the goods that Mr. Barko brought. Yu dear." Shepherded the wife who grabbed her little bag.

Susi and Zayn are closing all the curtains. And help each other. Ibra and Laras smiled looking at him.

"Looks getting along baby" said Ibra, holding a baby boy who kept moving his eyes. Right and left lyrics.

"May you keep getting along." Not yet dry lips Ibra and Laras.

"Be careful dong, the handle of the broom hit people's heads. It could be." Zayn grumbled as he rubbed his head.

"I'm sorry, not intentionally sir, why else would you stand there?" susi said while holding a broom.

"Ck ck." Zayn shook his head, clenching his teeth. "You asked me to help you, yourself" the strangulation held.

"I told you, not intentionally!" susi kekeh said.

Then the two turned their heads towards Ibra and Laras who stood watching him. Susi nodded respectfully. Zayn is ordinary. "Can't we look good?"

"Master who made it because of."

"You, look at my head. Look at this." Yeah." Zayn.

"Where? I see, it's spoiled." Susi approached and Zayn crouched down. Susi's hand touched Zayn's head. "I'm sorry, not intentionally." Sesal Susi's.

Then Susi took an ice cube, wrapped in tissue. Taped to the lump Zayn let it deflate quickly.

Now Ibra and Laras in the BMW Laras car driven by Irfan. Rahma and her husband in the car that Barko was carrying. While Zayn and Susi in a car carrying baby boy goods.

"Not long, will you meet?" Baras.

"Dear, at most an hour." Answer Ibra. While giving DOT milk to a baby boy who looks sleepy.

"Why baby?" if you want to come, don't go pa-pa!"

"No, I'm just asking." He put his head on the husband's shoulder.

Cup! ibra's lips landed on the head of Laras very gently.

"Well, how was it going?" ask Baras to Irfan.

"Surf Miss, they're very grateful, and would love to meet Miss."

"Thank God. If it goes well, it will if there's time to go there." Tymphal Barrel.

After some time, they finally arrived and entered the spacious Missions page.

Pas came in warm welcome by the workers there including Ms Rika. Welcoming the happy arrival of his employer, even increasing one family member. Yeah, that's baby boy. Son of Malik Ibrahim and Larasati.

Handsome son, handsome. Whiter. Funny, padlock. The boy woke up because he heard a boisterous and crowded atmosphere. Finally the pig boy so like a ball of lemar there and here, on want to hold a baby boy.

A cheerful smile that continued to rise from Laras' lips, when he saw his son was warmly welcomed in this mession. Seen from his face that kept a fluffy smile.

Then Laras' hand was pulled by Ibra to enter the floor where the room was. "But, baby boy!"

"Let's go, it won't go away. Everybody take care of baby boy." Ibra kept taking Laras to her private room.

"Would we sleep here?" mata Laras observed Ibra's private room which was a little long enough to set foot here again.

"Yes, here is it. The baby box was ready." Ibra's finger pointed at the baby box that was attached near the king-size bed.

"But, this is a private room that should not be disturbed, a room to be with his wife is his wife's room respectively," said Laras while pulling the curtains.

"That's a darling, where I need a place to be alone. If I don't want to be alone now, I want to keep the same my wife always." Whisper Ibra. His hands are coiled in the stomach of Laras with a hugging position from behind.

Pasting the chin on the top of the head Laras facing towards the window. "First, it can't sleep with a wife here. Though I fell asleep here several times he he he .." Laras' hand tightened Ibra's hand on his stomach.

"Still remember, dear" Ibra's hand turned Laras' body to face him. Raised the face of Laras who looked down with his finger. He looked very closely.

"Why does my wife often behave shyly in front of me hem? we are not newlyweds anymore. I have a baby." Ibra's voice was slow.

"No idea," murmured Laras while mesmerizing, smiling knot.

Ibra cupped both hands in Laras' face. Cup! he landed his kiss warm on his wife's forehead. "Honey wait here, I'll take the baby boy first huh?"

Laras nodded, and sat himself on the edge of this rarely used bed. His eyes continued to observe this room that nothing had changed.

Everything was still as it used to be, when he had just come to set foot in the mension for the first time. The mind of Laras drifted, recalling those times ....

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