Marriage Contract Letter

Disillusioned

"Now you understand, right?" ask Zayn to Irfan.

"Really, I don't understand the minds of people like them, sir." Irfan shaking.

"It's crazy that rich man." Tympan Zayn.

Irfan received a message from someone. Some time Irfan chatted on the phone, until finally Irfan entered the ministry. With the intention of meeting with Laras, the master.

Zayn followed Irfan with the intention of meeting Ibra. The two go hand in hand, in the empty obby there are only a few assistants who are. Looks like the master is already in the living room on the second floor.

Both chose to walk up the stairs. While talking casually. But after arriving on the second floor only get Rahma and the husband who also clean up.

Finally Irfan chose the employer's chat to chat about something. Not long after Laras came with Ibra, they sat on the sofa.

"What's up, Mom?" tanya Laras looked towards Irfan.

"Look Miss. There's a social visit out of town tomorrow. The house's thanksgiving event, Miss has promised to come, there continue to be more, the children of the orphanage bloom are still waiting for your visit."

Head Laras nodded in understanding with what Irfan said, then looked at Ibra who was talking to Zayn. "Abang, can I go out of town tomorrow? social visit, I forgot I promised." Looking expectantly at Ibra.

"Darling, what about our baby? I'm allowing it anyway. But it just so happens that baby Satria is out of circumcision, won't it be fussy?" looking at his wife.

"Yes, but the problem is if you step down again. We're going to Bali, right? so much longer, I don't feel good about my promise, if you let me. Baby boy I'm taking, or brother is coming too, huh?" Laras clasped Ibra's hand.

"How could Zayn not attend my wife's show? tomorrow. Any important events at the office?" ibra's eyes turned toward Zayn.

"Tomorrow, there is an agenda to the branch office in Bandung and that is very important because there is currently a little problem there. Moreover, we want to go to Bali so before we go all the problems must be round-"

"That's what Zayn said, we go, never leave trouble. Let's just calm down." Laras confirmed Zayn's unfinished words.

"Darling, sorry Mama interrupted her briefing? baby boy problem, let Mama take care. Don't take it, there's also a lot of people here who will help you." Advice from Rahma.

The husband nodded in agreement with what Rahma was talking about.

Laras and Ibra exchanged glances, then Laras raised his eyebrows. "Where's honey?" while looking at his smile.

"Well, let's go. There's really nothing we should think about anymore. Okay, tomorrow we'll solve each of our problems. Be careful, baby!" Ibra squeezed his wife's fingers gently.

The conversation was over, Zayn went home, and Irfan left the place. Stay Ibra, Laras and other married couples. Yes that's Marwan and his wife.

"Tomorrow you will settle your affairs, the day after we go to Dian's show. After that we fly to Bali," said Mr. Marwan, staring at the three people in front of him.

"Don't worry. I will take good care of baby Satria. You just go, it's okay to relax." Ms. Rahma rubbed Laras' shoulder.

"Thank you, Mah .. I'm ashamed that if I deny it again, even though I have disbursed the funds, they still want to meet me."

"Yes, just go. Mama and Papa are there." Madam Rahma smiled, full of support.

"If only you didn't have to go to Bandung. I must be accompanying you, dear." Ibra looked at his wife.

"Yes, not pa-pa. Thanks I've been let go." Laras showed a happy smile.

After that, they disperse to their respective places. Now Laras is cleaning, baby boy still sleeping.

Ibra sat on the sofa not far from where the baby boy slept, busy with his laptop screen. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door, Netra turned her eyes. The wife appeared to be out wearing a bathrobe, and a towel wrapped in wet hair. His mind began to travel everywhere.

"It's a dear."

"Would you take a shower?" ask Laras while taking pajamas for Ibra.

"You, just a little more." The answer.

Finished changing clothes, he immediately performed the Maghrib prayer. After that he stood keeping his prayer container.

Then step forward to approach the mirror. Standing looking at his face for a while then combing, while the hen combs. Suddenly there was a hand curled up in his stomach.

"I'm combing this, it's hard." Laras Mumbled. Looking at Ibra's face from the reflection of the mirror.

"Here, I comb your hair" said Ibra, taking over the comb from Laras' hand.

Carefully, Ibra combed the wet and fragrant hair of her beloved shampoo, occasionally Ibra's eye bead noticed the face of Laras from the mirror.

When finalized. His hands re-hugged Laras' stomach very tightly. "I miss you." His whisper in the ear of the barrel.

Makes the feathers of the laras slightly bristled. "Every day we meet. Bobo still says kangen."

"Bk, tsk. I don't know if I just keep going." Slightly exhaling around the ears and neck next to the wife.

"Gombal." Lips are attracted to form a smile.

"Biarin dreadlocks too, same wife. Not the same wife." Answer Ibra. Keep turning the wife's body to face her.

"You're more beautiful, baby." Ibra's locked gaze stared at the bead of Laras's eyes which also returned his gaze.

Ibra's finger removed the child's hair blocking his wife's forehead. Laras' hands were coiled around the husband's neck, his legs tiptoed up.

Ibra's head lowered, because he was too tall to be in line with Laras. With his nose smelled the scent of perfume that Baras wore. Then landed a warm kiss on the forehead of the wife with a long. The right and left cheeks did not escape the kiss, the last landed on a natural red chewy object. Make Ibra anxious to touch and devour it.

Slowly, Ibra's body dragged her into bed. And drop their bodies both there, without the slightest release of the ***** that passionate. Now Ibra's hands are free to go to places he likes.

All that was heard was the sound of breathing both hunting. A faster-than-normal heartbeat. Dag dig dug and warm rustling blood rose to the crown. The urge to do more than that is getting bigger.

"I want you right now" whispered Ibra right in Laras' ear. Instantly made the soul of Laras soar into space.

"Oak .. oak .. oak .. oak ...."

Baby boy's voice woke up. Sontak Ibra who had wrapped Laras' body looked disappointed in the face of the wife who also looked at meu. Instantly his banana withered no longer fresh. Then lay his body beside the wife, just the warm-up was disturbed, his breath was not wheezing clearly in the ears of Laras.

Barrel got up, sat down while tidying up his pajamas. Then approached the baby boy who woke up crying hungry. Netra Ibra's eyes just stared disappointedly at the back of the wife, who was giving her son.

Ibra woke up, bare-chested going to the balcony. Bring a disappointed heart. Although already intend to do it later in Bali alone, but when it is so he where resistant? it's very hard to dampen his nap.

Netra eyes Laras turned to look at the husband's departure to the balcony, he knew very well that at this time Ibra was disappointed. Because his wish has not been fulfilled ....

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