Marriage Contract Letter

Be old

After the baby boy, Laras turned his gaze towards the husband who was asleep on the sofa with the laptop still lit up next to him.

Laras swung closer to Ibra and sat down, grabbed the laptop and turned it off and kept it at the table. Netra Laras eyes fixed on the face of Ibra who looks good sleep.

Baras's hand touched and shook Ibra's hand which folded in front of her chest. "Dear awake?" with a soft voice.

But Ibra did not budge so soundly. "Abang ... wake up?" reset Barrel. Still not flinching either.

A second later, Baras peed at Ibra's cheek. Then Ibra's body moved wriggling but still closed his eyes did not want to open.

Ibra felt a damp object land on her cheek. But both of his eyelids were very difficult to open, too sleepy that he felt.

"Iih ... wake up, do not hear what the sound of dawn?" laras' grunts were clearly heard in Ibra's ears.

"Hem ... still sleepy dear." Ibra muttered without opening her eyes.

"Abang wake. Fajr, pray with yu?" sound Barrels lethargic.

"Neither sleepiness, was a lack of sleep last night." Mumbled again.

"Oh .. Yes next time there are no more things. It's time to go to sleep, no excuse or anything!" threaten Laras.

Suddenly Ibra woke up, squinting her eyes open slightly. "What darling. What was that talking about? don't be that." In fact, he pulled Laras' body into his arms.

Baras patted Ibra's chest slowly. "Wake up?"

"Love Kiss I just got up."

"And it was already." Lazy barrel.

"So on the cheek, now here." Pointed his lips. Eyes deliberately made to close again and make Laras upset.

Sure enough, Laras was most upset when waking Ibra was difficult. "Ih ..."

"Prophe dong. Don't be angry .. especially now that you have children, you have to be more patient." Ibra opened her eyes and smiled.

Barrel took a deep breath. "Propathetical." Seraya rubbed her chest.

Cuph. Smacked Ibra's lips with fleeting intentions. But his nape was held by Ibra's burly hands, making the touch long and Ibra moved her lips slowly sweeping each inch of it sweet.

Longer and deeper, making the barrel feel out of oxygen. His hand smacked Ibra's chest, until it finally came off with a hunting breath. Baras inhaled as much air, another with Ibra as his breath is like a marathon. His lips were satisfied. His finger rubbed those wet lips.

Seconds then stood up and reached out to Laras. "You take the water first?"

For a moment the netra of Laras's eyes stared at Ibra's hand. Then welcome him with a smile. Both of them walked to the bathroom.

After performing the second dawn prayer, Laras took the warm water available in the room. Then gulp it down with her husband, continuing to open the curtains and windows. He stood on the balcony breathing the fresh morning air. Moments later Laras enters by still leaving the door open, leaving his morning air in to sneak into the room.

His hands cleaned up what he should have done. Tidying up the table and sofa cushions lying anywhere and fitting irregular flowers, sweeping and cleaning with an electronic device that lives a pitcher of its own way. Beres. Set up Ibra's formal attire and for himself who happens to be planning out with Irfan and his other colleagues.

He chose a trouser suit with light brown color and a long top with a more calm color. As well as matching color pasmina hood. "I have to bathe the baby boy so that when I leave the boy is clean. Don't bother Susi or Mama too much." Inner Barrel while walking closer to the baby box.

While Ibra, was in a gym to exercise before doing other activities such as going to the office etc. He switched from one tool to another gym tool in that place. After glancing at the wall clock that has shown that it is time to take a shower, get ready to go he stopped his activities and passed away from the place.

"Baby boy has a shower? early in the morning, dear Kasian, his lips were shaking so cold." Ibra immediately protested to see her baby looking cold.

"Warm water really .. anyways use telon oil to keep warm, baby?" Laras all together invite baby boy chat continue to look at the mother with lips shaking.

Finish dressing. Then Laras gave his breast milk directly to the baby boy. Later if he does not use a pump bottle from his breast. Then he glanced at the husband who had entered the bathroom saw the door open and the sound of water flowing from inside.

About 15 minutes later Ibra came out with a towel wrapped around her waist. As well as the towel on the hand that he was wearing to dry his hair walked closer to seeing the baby boy who was still mimi, suddenly the baby boy stopped mimi and glanced at the father.

"Hem .. kaya wants to be carried first, same Papa." Laras looks up to see the husband who teases baby Satria.

"You want to hold Papi dear? hem ... let's carry." the boy smiled and Ibra immediately took it from Laras.

"Darling, close it first. Don't tease me! later I can't stand it," said Ibra pointing to something that pops because it's still open, with the tail of her eyes.

The barrel blushed in embarrassment and rushed to close it. "Not the intention of flirting, his name also runs out of breastfeeding, it's only natural that his mind travels continuously," said Laras slightly mendelik.

"What's the name, I'm easily tempted, baby." Timpal Ibra and baby Satria playing.

"Oh .. easy to be tempted. The same as others?" Laras stood up and looked up near Ibra looking suspiciously.

"Huh? no dear ... Look at you I'm easily tempted." Erat Ibra shook his head slowly.

Laras's eyes whirled and swept his lips. "Yes, the baby boy just put him to sleep in his place. Brother still hasn't put on clothes." Laras takes Ibra's clothes.

"Other baby, Papi wants to get dressed first." Cuph kisses the cheeks of baby Satria right and left. Then put it to sleep in its place.

Previously dressed baby boy, continue now take care of big baby boy. From starting to dry the hair, spray perfumed oil. Until wearing a tie. Continue the suit, the shoes too. All the barrel do. Ibra just kept quiet and looked at the wife with a smile on her lips that never faded.

Laras looked up at the husband who was still staring but his lips continued to carve a happy smile, God has sent a good wife and sincerely serves her. "Why?" asked Laras while frowning.

"No. Don't get tired of looking at my wife's pretty face."

"What if I'm not beautiful anymore? definitely gonna turn-"

"Don't say that, baby, if you're not beautiful anymore. Obviously I'm old too, would you also say I'm handsome when I'm a peyot?"

With ease Laras put his hands on Ibra's shoulders. "Where are we different in age? if you're old, then I'm young and there will be a lot of guys who like me!"

The words Laras make Ibra inflamed. "Just boy. You belong to me and will always be mine whenever no one can take you away from me." Looking at him with jealousy.

The barrel laughed. Satisfied seductive husband, managed to provoke his jealousy.

"Not to laugh! not funny." explained Ibra, then his eyes lead to a chewy object that always looks ranum and challenging to enjoy.

Ibra touched the nape of Laras and pulled it. With the reflex of Laras's legs raised on tiptoes, Ibra also lowered his face so that he could reach around the face of the woman.

But the knock on the door leaf blew away their initial intentions. The two turned to the source of the voice ....

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You all read this episode, right? don't forget to leave your tracks. And one more Fav is also my novel "Not Husband Hope" thanks a lot earlier.