Marriage Contract Letter

Skyscrapers

From far away, a car was seen sliding in that direction. But it was not Mr. Barko who came but. Zay.

"Well, isn't that Mr Barko?"

Bu Rika received a call, which was out of nowhere. Then Rika approached Laras. "Madam! the driver sir has a problem at the airport. So come home late, you go with Mr. Zayn."

"But. Miss Rika?"

"It's okay, ma'am, this is also the lord who commanded." Rika opens the door for Baras

"Madam, Mr. Barko is still at the airport, all of you are picking up your husband's parents" Zayn said, nodding.

The barrel immediately went in and sat in the car. "alright. I'm ready!"

Rica! shut the car door again after her young mistress was already sitting well inside.

Zayn immediately plugged the gas turning the steering wheel toward the headquarters. The company is led by Malik Ibrahim.

During the journey Laras took a look out the window, looking at the other iron horses. Which is in race with time.

Zayn occasionally glanced from the rearview mirror, and his heart admitted that his boss' wife was very beautiful. "Actually this woman is no ordinary woman. Quite highly educated economics graduate, but why not just a career?" inner Zayn while staying focused on driving.

While cool daydreaming, the ringing of the phone Laras sound loud. "Who the hell?" reached for his wallet. The barrel stared at the screen, a few seconds later just received it.

"Halo .. yes. It's still in the way of Mr" Laras said then kept his phone back.

Zayn glanced, he was sure it was his boss who called Laras. Zayn is accelerating the speed of his car, to get to the destination faster.

A few time lapse. The car Zayn was driving. Step in front of one of the city's skyscrapers.

The barrel was immediately approached by a security and invited him in. Among them also to the room of the main director named Malik Ibrahim.

What floor is the room on? which clearly feels far away. And Laras paid less attention to it.

The barrel was silent, and Scurity was just standing firmly when in the elevator. The elevator door opened, scurity was running first followed by Laras from behind.

Geck...

Geck...

Geck...

''Excuse me sir, I'm dropping off this Miss, " said the security standing at the door. With Laras who was there.

Ibra turned her seat of greatness. See them both. "Yes. Thank you, please go. Let us both."

Scurity nodded respectfully, then left the main director's room.

Netra eye Baras circled every corner of the spacious room, there was a long sofa, a television. The barrel is still in place.

"What's standing there? I did not invite you, to be a model statue there," said Ibra staring intently.

"Em .. I'm sorry, sir," bowed deeply.

Laras stepped over to Ibra's table, which was neatly arranged.

Ibra shook his head to see Laras who was still standing sculpting. Looking out of nowhere, the blind eye of Ibra turned to notice the elegant appearance of Laras. What a beauty, whatever she was wearing looked beautiful and attractive. In his heart Ibra recognizes the natural beauty of Laras.

"Sir" called Laras making Ibra blink her eyes.

"Yes. Whahuh? sit down, the meeting is still an hour away," while looking at the watch in his hand.

The legs of Laras stepped near the sofa and sat there. "That's what I wanted to say. Why come here now?"

Ibra who was opening important files, turned and closed the file. He walked over to Laras and sat down near her.

His eyes kept on Laras, making him nervous and shifting his seat away from Ibra. While Ibra deliberately wanted to be close together, following the movement of Laras.

"Master. Why anyway? just sit there." Baras stood up, his eyes met with Ibra's eyes. Seconds later Laras lowered his head not daring to look at each other longer.

Ibra's hand grabs the Barrel's wrist gently. "Sit down." Lirih Ibra while gesturing with the net movement of his eyes.

Laras also obeyed the word Ibra, sitting close together. Linking his fingers on his lap, his heart thumped.

Then the hand that is clinging. Ibra picked up and kissed him warmly, Ibra's behavior increasingly makes Laras all wrong made. What else when Ibra's face approached her. Laras slightly backward .. but Ibra's face continued to approach, his eyeballs twitched and fixed to the lips of Laras, the head of Laras until stuck to the shoulder of the sofa. So there is no more room to avoid.

The face just kept approaching slowly. "Don't you," shook his head slowly, Laras' other hand pushing down Ibra's chest. His eyes meet again.

Because Ibra's face was getting closer. Blowing breath also warmly sweeps the skin of the face Laras, making the eyelids Laras closed, unable to see it. And almost the lips landed.

Blakk!

The door opens with sound. "Boss seben-" Zayn did not continue.

Ibra was shocked and immediately turned his head in annoyance towards Zayn who came without permission. "Can't you? excuse me first, habit," said Ibra while throwing away the face of the directional abnormality.

"I'm sorry boss?" said Zayn lowered his head but quietly grinned. "Alright, please continue, I want to go first," while turning the body.

"No need," prevent Ibra. With flat tone. "Sit down." Glancing sofa.

The barrel that immediately jumped, then stood up. Dropped in shame.it felt that his face was thick with red due to embarrassment. "Em .. Is there a toilet?"

Ibra pointed with her chin. The barrel followed Ibra's facial movements, then immediately dragged her feet there.

Zayn sat on the sofa next to Ibra. "The one from sorry?" hatch Zayn while chuckling to himself.

Ibra gave a quick glance, then threw away her upset face. "Prude people."

"Yes. Yes sorry .. From now on if there is your young wife, it is not repeated." while cupping both hands.

"Hem."

"Section. Usually you never take your wife to the office?"

"Not not invited, but they don't want to. They know that they are busy with their own world. Dian is busy with his business."

"Yes, this is a file you have to sign" Zayn said, handing over the file to Ibra.

Ibra moved to sit in his great chair and handle the file. Zayn sat in the front seat of Ibra.

"I command. You investigated my wife. Yulia, I suspect her."

"What ... You mean he's cheating?" Zayn is loud.

"Sett! don't be loud, it's both of us's secrets" half whispered.

"OK, I'll do it."

Barrels who want to go to the toilet, go first into a room, maybe for an occasional Ibra break there. Inside is a medium size closet

"Bed bed! make Ibra take a break?" mumbling itself.

The barrel rushes into the toilet, after urinating. Pondar mandir his heart riled unbecoming. I am ashamed to remember the incident. "It's still good that it's nothing. Try it .. ah." Laras. Hit her own head.

Then Laras came out slowly.

"Got long. What CHAPTER?" reprimand Ibra while twirling the chair she was sitting on.

"Em .. no Sir," said Laras. Glance at Zayn who is still there and open the file sheet.

"Sir, it seems to have been dzuhur. I want to pray first, where are you?" He looked at Ibra.

Ibra looked back, then looked at Zayn who was engrossed in reading sheets of paper in a map. Ibra took the phone. "Please buy a female prayer kit. Sarong sama peci, is it a female prayer tool what? wonder, if the name makes a little sense" Ibra grumbled after speaking by phone.

"Why?" zayn asked Ibra.

"That's your secretary, her absurd nanya, has been spelled a woman's prayer tool. Still nanya," said Ibra with a jutek face.

The barrel sitting on the sofa restrained his smile. So did Zayn himself.

Still in Ibra's office area, there were some people walking towards the main director's room. It seems like they are looking forward to meeting the person they mean ....

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