Marriage Contract Letter

Understandings

Part time. The barrel of waking up to check the condition of the baby boy who just shifted his sleeping position. Glancing at the time already showed at 11 p.m.

"Nih son, very good at his bobo, this papi whiz." Mumbles Laras while allowing a baby boy blanket.

Laras intends to go down. Go to the bathroom. But his hands were interesting, apparently Ibra was awake.

"Bobo again baby. Our baby is very understanding that papi and his mammy are taking off the longing." Circling his hand the batten Laras wrapped in a blanket up under the armpits.

Lips Laras depicts a smile and ruffles t

her husband's hair was heavy. "Hem .. That's what my brother wants."

"Emang, what don't you want? weren't you the one who teased me? I'd like to do that later, in Bali. Not here" said Ibra sticking a chin in the recess of Laras' neck.

Laras tried to look. "What? who is flirting! it's yummy. Reversing the facts, you are nyosor mulu." Ketus Laras with a thin smile.

"Ha ha .. nyosor? duck kali ah," elak Ibra, then give a small kiss in some places around the neck and shoulder recesses of the front.

He just kept doing it. So without realizing Laras. issued a de**** small* that sounded beautiful in Ibra's ear, so Ibra increasingly burned his passion. Heart beating more than normal and increasingly hunting breath, hot blood flowing in the body both be a sign that they are rising again his love interest.

Slowly but surely. Ibra's hand pulled the wife's body to lie back down with the position under it.

"Ea ..." Baby boy's voice moved his hand.

Make both look up. But the boy was silent again and looked good.

Silent!

A moment later they looked at each other with lips drawn to form a smile. Ibra put her lips together with his wife's. Slowly ****** its friendly, full of warmth and overflowing lust. With the right position, Ibra did his duty as a husband. He is ready and also very enjoying. Although in the heart feel anxious fear baby boy wake up at the wrong time.

Thankfully. Until the Ibra and Laras ritual ends all the time, the child still sleeps soundly even though the occasional sound signifies he exists.

Ibra kissed Laras' forehead many times as a thank you. This time he really felt satisfied, really feeling relieved and light. The head that usually feels heavy becomes very comfortable.

"Thank you dear. You've made me happy, really big." Whisper Ibra. Peeping again the lips of the wife with a long duration.

Then release it and rub it very gently with his finger. "Capek baby?"

Laras responded with a nod, it was true that he felt very tired, tired. The body feels crumpled. The bones hurt a lot. Maybe due to long time did not do it times, which obviously woke up as if unable.

"Yes, if you're tired. Soak yu with warm water?" get Ibra up and sit down.

Baras just stared at me. He woke up, his whole body hurt. So confused, what if the baby boy wakes up. What about tomorrow's show? which he could not stand down anymore. His mind continued everywhere so that he did not realize and knew his body had floated, was in the lap of the husband.

"Eah, what the fuck?" The barrel gasped and put a hand on Ibra's shoulder which kept on walking leading her to the bathroom.

Arriving in the bathroom, the barrel is lowered directly in the bahthub and then filled with warm water, Laras laughed amusedly after realizing the husband walked there and there with a plain body. Making the one in front of the hanging exposed freely swaying.

At first Ibra was dumbfounded to see his wife laughing. But in the end he realized, then saw his lower body that there was something hanging. But Ibra confidently continued walking until she got into the warm water and soaked together.

Rub soap into each other's bodies alternately. Also shampoo to the head alternately, occasionally joking flush each other.

"Don't be long, baby boy's gonna wake up." Mumbles Barrel.

Ibra glanced at the wide open door of the room. Intentionally not in the key so that if the baby boy wakes up discovered. "Still bobo baby, he. What a baby boy." Smiling happily.

"Yes, it's Mammy's son." Timpal Laras while looking towards the room.

"The Papi's son too." Ibra did not want to lose while pinning Laras's nose that bangir.

"Ih, like very pinch people's noses," Laras' finger countered and pinned Ibra's nose.

After a while, they ended the bathing ritual. And Laras is in more of a hurry. Because he already has the filing that baby boy will wake up soon. Sure enough, just prepared a change of clothes for Ibra. The baby boy was already well-built and his voice echoed throughout the room.

"Yes, honey. Mammy's coming, baby's waking up, hungry, baby?" The barrel immediately carried her and carried her to their bed.

Round wall clock already showed at 03 am.

"Masya Allah .. very good you son, even though you have just circumcised loh. You are so strong, son." Barrel kissed the forehead of baby boy many times.

Ibra, sitting near Laras still wearing a towel. "Baby Satria is strong, Mom? sholeh his Papi thirsty huh. The weight is so good." Smoothed the baby's cheek.

"Immediately wear clothes dear .. later in the wind, cold also yes." Laras looked at her bare-chested husband.

Ibra smiled happily. Hearing affectionate calls from Laras which are included is rare. "Yes, my dear."

Ibra moved from her seat. Take her clothes that have been provided on the mattress. Directly lower the towel until it looks plain.

"Ih, Brother ... can't that be so?" laras protests while throwing his face away. "I'm not ashamed of what our son saw."

Ibra's lips even grinned, looking at the expression of the wife. "Why indeed? baby boy is mimi's focus. Don't care about the Papi."

"Oh! you have no shame." Gerutu Laras while looking at the face of the son who brushed sticky while drinking milk.

"Who said you have no shame? shame was naked in front of the crowd. It's just in front of my wife, just used again." While poking the chin of an anxious Laras.

"Ish-ish, ish .." said Laras, shaking his head.

Ibra sat back down next to his wife, after being tidy. His lips grinned, saying. "If you want to fight again? Brother is still strong. Relax, it won't fall if it's only 6 rounds away."

"Abang ..." Laras's eyes whizzed. "I am the crumbling body. A nice-natured brother. I'm the one who's tormented."

"His body was crumbling. If she's really enjoying it, right? yeah, right?" while raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know ah, males deh." Thin mesem barrel. His eyes turned towards the baby boy and stroked his head.

Ibra walked up to the dispenser, to get a warm drink for herself and her wife with the same glass. "Drink dear." before that he gulped half of it.

Then drink the water into the mouth of the barrel. "Ext again?"

"No, enough." Reply Laras shook his head slowly.

After putting the glass in its place. Ibra picked up and opened her laptop on the sofa, looking very seriously at her laptop screen.

Baras looked at it for a moment. Replacing baby boy diapers. "Huuh ..." throw his breath away. "I feel like it's crumbling, sick." Inner Barrel. Until dawn before the child even invited his mother to play.

In that room only Ibra fell asleep on the sofa. That was at dawn. While Laras accompanied baby Satria play. "Bobo again baby. It's dawn, bobo. Nina bobo oh nina bobo otherwise bobo at mosquito bite."

"Oek. Oek, oek."

"Oo .. do not want to sing, can. sholawat aja yes?"

Shalaatullaah Salaamullaah ‘Alaa Thaaha Rasuulillaah.

Shalaatullaah Salaamullaah ‘Alaa Yes Siin Habibillaah.

"Masya Allah .. Baby boy prefers to hear sholawatan! o Allah .. until bobo again." Laras Mumbled. His lips did not stop smiling ....

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