Marriage Contract Letter

Female outlaw

After Ibra left Laras in the family room earlier. Laras also walked to the orchard that was beside the mension.

The eyes of Laras were so stunned to see the dense and fresh fruits. Laras accompanied by Susi took the ripe fruits. Like mangoes, oranges. Apples, guavas, pears are also present.

"Waah .. make it right!" laras' lips unceasingly carved out a smile. His head looked up slightly and his hands picked up the apples. Directly at his bite, before it was rubbed at the end of his shirt.

Susi laughed happily. Seeing her young mistress who was very happy to be invited to the orchard. "It turns out that happiness is pretty simple."

Laras looked at Susi. "Yes."

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Missionsion. Ibra's move is more certain, he is looking for the existence of Rika's head assistant in the luxury house. Coincidentally it was not difficult to find him, because he was in the kitchen watching his men cook.

"Mom Rica?" call Ibra while waving a hand for Rika's mom to come to her.

Ms. Rika also fulfilled Ibra's call. Arriving before Ibra, Rika bowed respectfully. "Yes Sir! is there anything I can help you with?"

Ibra stared at the question mark. "Did you see Yulia coming out?"

"Oh. Madam! yes, he came out, but .. seemed to settle like he did not want to be found out. Mister."

Ibra's jaw hardened, hands clenched. "Truly Yulia! he's asking for war," he murmured.

"Why Master?" ask mom Rika

"Oh, no. Please continue your duties," Ibra turned her body back to leave Rika's mother still in place.

Arriving in Ibra's private room, he again picked up a cell phone tucked in his pants pocket.

Scroll through the contacts until you find Yulia's contacts. "Hello. Where are you? why is there nothing in the room! not saying it's unhealthy. If . on Yulia.

"Oh .. campus affairs, on gini sunday? to the point of forgetting to say the same husband.next time say it first! I'm not good with my parents" tut .. tut.. tut.

Gts ...

Gts ...

Gts ...

The sound of the door being knocked from outside. "Cb ... Ibra, it's Mama!"

"Huuft .. sighed deeply, then moved closer to the door.

Blake it!

The door opened, and his mother stood. "What's Mah?"

"Mom can come in?" mama Rahma looked at her son who looked disheveled.

"Oh, yes. Enter Mah," said Ibra pulling a corner of her aunt's thin smile.

Ms. Rahma entered and sat her body on the sofa, followed by her only son. Ibra sat next to her mother.

"Ib, did she say Yulia went to get a car? not that you said he was in his room!" looking at Ibra closely.

"Yes, earlier. But after that he came out" said Ibra flatly.

"Don't tell me it's you?"

"No! he will also return. Mah" Ibra continued, pushing her back against the shoulder of the sofa.

Ms. Rahma was silent for a moment. He thinks! something seems wrong, but Rahma does not want to continue her speculation. Standing up Rahma said. "Yes already! Mama and Papa want to go to Depok first, either go home or stay there. Oya Mama's message pay attention to your wives, huh?" mama Rahma breezed from Ibra's room.

"Yes. Mah, be careful and give Ibra greetings to the uncle's family there!" looking at the steps of his mother.

"Yes .. later Mama said," said Rahma's mother as she continued walking.

After closing the door. Ibra swung her legs towards the bed. I want to sleep, but the door is knocking.

"Who else?" grunting annoyed.

"Master .. luncheon time!" clear sound Barrel.

Not long Ibra steps up to the front door. Nampak Laras stand carrying a tray of fresh fruit.

"Master! I brought the meticulous fruit just now I'm with Susi. I keep it at the table yeah .Mister?" The barrel passing through Ibra keeps the fruit it carries.

"Haa .. would like to tell. Mr. lunch," said Laras while membenah, right fitting flowers.

"I don't have any taste for me!" snorting while dropping his body on the sofa.

Laras looked at Ibra, looking at her slightly disheveled face. Like there's a problem. "You're so uninspired. Sir, is it because your soulmate doesn't exist? would ... Master like this."

Ibra turned to Laras who was sitting on the sofa next door. "What's? aah ... You're kind of clueless," while shaking her head and smiling faintly. "Yeah! there's just one."

"But .. actually, right sir. Dian's not here." Laras stared fixedly and seconds later Laras looked down at the table.

"Hem! you know, this isn't the first time he's gone! and if I wanted to. I can catch him there," Ibra said in a casual tone.

"Oh." The barrel peels the fruit and then by reflex feeds Ibra eating the fruit. The two look at each other. But Laras immediately lowered his gaze to the fruit in his grip.

"really. You don't want to eat?" asked Laras while feeding more fruit into Ibra's mouth.

"No idea, but .. just bring it here, I want to eat here, just" Ibra said.

The barrel keeps the knife and the fruit on the table. Then stood tying his hair like a ponytail.

"Where are you going?" ibra asked when he saw Laras stepping.

"You take the food. Mister." He looked at Ibra.

"Don't."

"Well, don't! he said he wanted to eat here, but no, what the hell. This master?" perplexities.

"There's an assistant phone. He will bring lunch! is that all a hassle?"

The barrel sits back in its original place. Ibra moved to sit next to Laras. To sit facing.

Ibra looked at Laras. "I'll take care of a job abroad for a few days, do you want to come?" while playing the ends of the hair Barrel.

"To abroad? are you going to catch up with Dian!" batin Laras was full of question marks, staring at a glance.

"But ... Not this month, but next month, would you like to come along?" keep Ibra up again.

"What else was brought?" ask Laras while feeding again the fruit.

Ibra chewed on the Fruit for a moment, then answered Laras's question. "No! I'll bring just one. If you don't want to! it must be Dian I'm asking, if only she wouldn't. Means ... don't want you to come."

"What's that?" Baras looked in wonder.

"Yes, lah. I don't want ya! I slept alone" Ibra added. "Why do I have more than one wife, if I have to go and sleep alone."

"Iih ... basic female villains!" slightly blinking his lips.

"Not long after! lunch is coming too. Laras immediately served it but because Ibra looks lazy. Barrel intervened again to bribe him.

Ibra looked at Laras' face while chewing. "Enak also had a rich wife! I'm lazy to eat! in bribes. Nothing in service," Ibra murmured inwardly, with a smile on her face.

"You eat too! let it be fat, let it be fertile too" said Ibra. Laras also complied to put food into his mouth, so lunch this time a plate of both.

"Enak ate a plate together! what else in a bribe like this. Aah ... only this time felt really served a wife. Dian, before I was busy sometimes treat me like this. But after being busy! he's cool with his own world."

"Master. Can't I work again?" ask Laras.

Ibra stared fixedly at Laras' face. "No! I don't allow you to be busy outside, unless you're the same me. It was not for work, just to accompany me. What do you work for, my money goes to your ATM. What do you need, a car? a home? you have a lot of cars to choose, home! just tell me I'll buy it in your name!" ibra is full of seriousness.

"Nope-no. Sir, I don't need any of that! the money that you gave me at that time was also not used by me," said Laras. "I don't need anything. Mister."

Ting ...

Ting ...

Ting ...

WhatsApp chat is logged into Ibra phone. Makes Ibra's face turn anxious ...

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