Marriage Contract Letter

Irrespective

After getting his GPS code Barrel. Irfan immediately acted to look for signs of the existence of Laras, after getting the point where his existence. Irfan immediately drove the car very quickly like an arrow coming out of his bow.

Pas Irfan arrived at the destination. Arriving also some friends waiting, a luxurious but a little quiet house seems rare in the residents, but it also seems there is someone standing guard at the gate. About two people.

Irfan was convinced and that Laras was around this and Ruswan's car was inside the gate.

Others are looking for a strategy to outwit his attention. So that Irfan can enter easily.

"Excuse me, would you like to meet the one who owns the car?" ask one of Irfan's friends while pointing at Ruswan's luxury car.

The two guards looked at each other. "There is none." Answer one of the guards firmly and look suspiciously.

"Kin Mas? that's his car!" said friend Irfan.

"Remain, the house is empty. No one occupies, if you want to meet our boss just go to his office.

Irfan came down gallantly, his eyes closed with sunglasses. "Meet me a close friend of Mr. Ruswan, would like to take a break here."

The two guards eyes looked at each other in wonder. "Let me call his man-"

"Oh, don't be. I want to make a surprise" said Irfan while gesturing to both parks to take the two guards.

While Irfan rushed up to Ruswan's car and grazed Laras' bag lying in the seat of Ruswan's car that was not in the key. After making sure that the phone is inside. Irfan threw the bag to his friend who was gagging the mouths of the two guards with his hands tied also to the back. Both seem helpless

Irfan rushed in. Inside there was someone standing guard, he walked closer.

Rec!

Irfan twisted his head until he fell helplessly without a sound. Downstairs there are several rooms but empty, Irfan is sure that his employer is there.

Irfan rushed up, directly on someone's block. Irfan quickly knocked the man down. Rek Again! Irfan twisted his enemy's body parts. So that person screams the restrained.

Irfan's gaze was fixed on a room a little sound of noise. Irfan believes that his employer is in danger and is in the room.

Inside, Laras continued to try his hardest so that his body was untouched by Ruswan. Even if it was in his confinement, Laras chided, snapped. Biting but did not dampen his lust, Even the head of Laras was somehow sucked into the wall or the floor.

The longer, the Laras are running out of energy. He really felt tired to keep his honor. While Ruswan increasingly lust made. Ruswan grinned more and more satisfied to see Laras look weak.

Ruswan stroked Laras' cheek whose hand was locked in Ruswan's.

With a remnant of energy, Laras screamed. "Please ...."

An increasingly passionate Ruswan keeps trying to touch Aunt Baras with her lips. The barrel again revolted so that all he got was just cheeks. Ruswan is getting angry.

Plaque!

Draw Ruswan palms nestled on the smooth cheeks Laras, until fresh blood came out from the corner of the lips Laras. Ruswan panicked a little regretted slapping Laras.

A petrified barrel of clear water flowed from the corner of his eye, this time he resigned to the one that would befall him. "Abang, I'm sorry. Baby Satria forgive Mammy." Inner screaming.

The barrel is no longer able to rebel. Headache, hot and sore cheeks, now Laras is silent. Just staring with hateful eyes at Ruswan.

"From that moment of time. No need to fight! try you from earlier that give yourself up, I want to give you good instead of going to torture you. Surely I won't let you slap you." Ruswan's hand caressed Laras's cheek with a slap.

Laras's hand held the top of the shirt that Ruswan had forced open. "Depart, I beg .. release me." Laras cried bitterly. Both of his hands crossed over his chest that was still wearing clothes.

"Ha ha ha .. mine have been on from earlier it is impossible to let go of you just like that, especially when you surrender like this." Ruswan opened his trousers.

The barrel slowly woke up and inched near the wall. More and more afraid to see Ruswan who again approached.

Blake it!

The jedug!

Irfan's leg kicked Ruswan's stuff on it. He made her squeal and cupped both hands and sat down with a strange facial expression. Ruswan had no idea that Irfan would find him.

Laras gasped and felt relieved at last someone saved him.

Irfan immediately helped Laras get up and stay away, but only three steps.

Suddenly Ruswan repeated the wooden chair to be hit on Irfan's back. But as fast as lightning Irfan's hand snatched and he threw it towards the window.

Brak! brak!

The window glass broke into the chair. The barrel covered both his ears in horror.

"Basar brazen you. Shameless, traitor. She's my wife." The voice that was directed at Ruswan. Ibra who suddenly appeared in that place, her wide steps approached the weak-looking Laras, then hugged him.

"Well, what's wrong, right?" his embrace is so strong.

Barrels can only cry. Sad and happy he was finally out of danger.

"Ha ha ha .. You know Ibra? your wife seduced me. Whining asks me to satisfy her." Ruswan.

Laras' head shook at Ibra's chest. As if to say that what Ruswan said was not true.

"Basan leech, you son of a bitch." Ibra's gaze turned to Ruswan again and took off his embrace on Laras. Ibra did not think long again just hit Ruswan punch and kick landed on Ruswan's body that continues to squeal. Ruswan fell on the floor.

Ibra's heart became more inflamed seeing the condition of Ruswan's body that only wore shorts. And the barrel looks messy, hair random. Unsavory clothes although still intact, he was more surprised to see the cheeks Laras ex-hand Ruswan.

reddish

Ibra is getting emotional. He continued to hit, slapping Ruswan until battered, fresh blood coming out of Ruswan's nose and mouth. The helpless Ruswan could only surrender and cover his face, blood coming out until it dripped onto the floor.

Barrel screaming. Asking Ibra to stop it all. Laras was afraid that her husband would flutter and do more that would only dirty his hands. "Abang, already. Already, don't fuck around. I'm not going to nothing" said Laras memelas.

Ibra turned her head and stopped her, then approached Laras and hugged her back stroking her hair very gently.

Irfan knows what to do. Directly take care of Ruswan and coincidentally the police brought by Zayn had come directly to take care of Ruswan and his men. It turns out that this house has been targeted by the police for some time, because there are allegations of abusers for sleeping pills.

"Darling, I'm sorry I wasn't so good at looking after you. You're all right, right? not until-"

Laras' head shook his head. "No, not until he does, believe me I'm still awake." Baras hugged his husband very tightly. Hiding her face in her husband's chest. His entire body hurt a lot of injuries also in parts of his body due to the impact. Even on the head, let alone the cheeks it feels hotter and sore.

Laras's body squeezed and slumped from Ibra's embrace, fortunately Ibra's decapitation was so strong that his wife's body did not fall to the floor.

Ibra. "Dear you go to napa? honey, wake up." Patting the cheek The other barrel.

Ibra panicked, her face getting more anxious. Worrying. Scared his wife to napa-napa.

"Young Miss passed out Boss." Zayn wanted to help raise Laras' body but Ibra's hand was brushed off, refusing Zayn's help.

Ibra carries her own body Laras. His steps are getting word of taking Laras to the car. "Nearby hospital." His murmur turned towards Zayn.

Zayn nodded as he preceded Ibra's steps to get to the car first. Upon arriving, Zayn opened the rear car door for Ibra and Laras. Not waiting for Zayn's orders to drive his car forward at high speed.

"Wake up baby, don't make me anxious," Ibra's eyes fell on Laras's face turning blue. At the corner of his lips the blood that had dried added Ibra increasingly panicked ....

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