Marriage Contract Letter

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Ibra immediately took the phone out of her pocket. He was already anxious about uncertain feelings, what message he would see or read!

He hesitated to open it. The image saw Ibra's strange expression, feeling astonished! keep the dishes and drink. "Master why?"

"ah! n-not to napa-napa," said Ibra.

"But ... Does the master seem worried?" connect Laras.

Ibra got up from her seat, walked quickly to the balcony. I want to open a WhatsApp message there. With a beating heart! slowly Ibra scrolled the screen of his phone, it turned out .. The message was from Dian who said that his return will be accelerated.

"ah! I thought a message from Zayn. It was from Dian." Ibra smiled and shook her head.

Then came back to Laras who was cleaning up. Sit down on the sofa again.

"Sir, I'll excuse you first" said Laras, carrying a tray.

"Yes!" sahut Ibra brief.

The barrel walked near the door, having difficulty opening the door. Laras looked at Ibra. "Master? open the door, please."

ibra turned to Laras, whose hand was carrying a tray, so he had trouble opening the door.

"Ck ck. Just bother people."

"Sorry sir, still mending I want to clean up! the other wife also considered herself not a maid," Laras grumbled with a grin.

"Yes, yeah. I open it, please Miss?"

while opening the room door for Baras.

Laras put on his smile. "Thank You Sir?" The barrel passed leaving Ibra's room.

Then Ibra closed the door and sat down to her laptop.

It's late at night. Late struggling in the kitchen, now he knows what cuisine Ibra likes and what does not like.

As it is today Laras makes sweet sour crabs. Chicken geprek, rib soup and rendang. The barrel arranged on the table very neatly, although in forbidden the same buRik. That's Baras' call to Rika's mom.

Only Laras who called Rika's mom with the name buRik! although it is often forbidden to panic to dwell in the kitchen. But not ignored Laras, so long buRik let alone what he wants Laras.

"Bureaucrat! tomorrow teach me to cook soto huh, sir likes it, right?" look at mom Rika.

"Can. Young mistress, yes sir really likes."

"Yeeey .. I'm going to learn a lot about cooking." Baras glee.

"It seems, there's a new assistant who's busy! I don't know to look for extras. Or get attention! from my husband." Mery stood in the corner crossing her hands. The gaze was fixed on the barrel.

Everyone looks towards him. Including Laras staring sharply, pay attention to the appearance of Mery who seemed to have just returned home shooting.

"Sister Mery just got home?" ask Laras.

"Yes .. as you can see. I'm tired so I can't stand to get attention! like your rich unemployed, "he sneered Mery.

"I also want to work, brother, but the master does not allow. Because I was busy outside too! who's gonna take care of it? it's impossible, it's all done by an assistant!" said Laras relaxed.

"Ah .. It's up to you! i'm tired! take a shower first" said Mary shaking her hand. While walking to her little bag.

Laras shook his head, then he left the place. Want to call Ibra, but just a few steps. Ibra showed up there.

"eeh ... Signore. I want to call you first, already appeared first." murmured Laras.

"Hem ...!

"Want to eat now, sir?" ask Laras while taking the plate.

Ibra's eyes moved to see all her favorite menus available on the table. "Who's cooking? lots of cooking!"

"Sir, you like all these menus so we make them." said Laras with a smile.

"But ... this much?" ibra's finger pointed at all the food on the table.

"Oh Mr. .. in this session, there are many people! just tell them to eat, the only one who needs to eat is Taun. Yes, right BuRik?" Laras glanced at the Rika maam who was standing waiting for orders.

Bu Rika nodded, assuring her young mistress' words.

Ibra glanced at Laras in wonder. "What. The buRik? you mean, what's buRik!" glancing at Rika's mom is also a messem.

Barrel scratched his head. "BuRik .. it .. she's Miss Rica." Laras.

Ibra raised her eyebrows next to. Looking at Rika who was also grinning, her young mistress was just around the corner.

Again Laras showed his white teeth. "He he! Mr. .. That's ', my favorite call to Rika's mom." elak Laras.

"Yes, yeah, yeah. Whatever! how are you." Ibra again shakes.

"Bureaucrat! just do not mind really," said Laras put a spoon into his mouth.

"Mom, I forgot! Mery's home yet?" tanya Ibra beru remembered Mery who from the morning went the reason for the photo shoot.

"It has. Sir, just 15 minutes ago came home. He said to take a shower first" said Rika.

"Oh, Yulia, are you home too?"

"Don't know sir, I haven't seen him yet" Rika continued.

"Yes already!"

Laras just glanced at Ibra and bu Rika alternately. Ibra had dinner so good.

"Yes, your mom and dad haven't come back yet from Depok?" ask Baras to Ibra.

"It looks like we're staying over" replied Ibra.

"The rib soup is delicious. Mister?" laras continued, seeing Ibra again and again taking her rib soup.

"Boy, I like it! and rib soup is one of my favorite menus."

"Alhamdulillah .. if it is good." Laras raised his hand and then rubbed his face.

Ibra. "Why?"

"Yes, it's delicious! Alhamdulillahot. Means my cooking isn't redundant?" raise her beautiful eyebrows.

"So? this is your cooking soup!"

"Yes. Mister." Laras nodded.

"Well, it feels normal!"

"What's? he said it was good. How the hell? obviously eat a lot." Laras grumbling.

Ibra put on her smile. "Forced!"

"Forced?" half glared at Laras repeating Ibra's words. "Why should! there are many other menus that are not my own. Why eat soup?" looking at Ibra with annoyance.

"You angry? angry at being told your cooking, tortoise-"

"Lack of good, not good. Yes ... have already been! if no one eats, just throw away BuRik, a little more really," said Laras while cleaning up his food marks. Then keep it in the sink. After washing his hands, Laras left with a heart upset at Ibra's words that made him upset.

"Why do you always say it's bad? obviously eat it well! couldn't appreciate my effort, just a little," Inner Laras, his eyes began to glaze over.

Waiting for the elevator door to open The barrel stood leaning. Looking down at the floor.

"Where are you going Miss?" suddenly Ibra's voice sounded nearby.

Laras turned his head, but refused to answer Ibra's question. He speaks a thousand languages. Ibra continued to follow him, in the elevator Ibra became the shadow of Laras.

Laras continued to lock his thin lips, not caring for Ibra who stood in the shadow of him.

"Why are you, angry? time because of that little anger. What if it's a big deal, it might just run away?" ibra's voice kept talking to her.

Barrel just snorted, exhaling violently. I don't want to hear anything at all. His heart was too upset, this was not the first time. What he does is always lacking. I don't know what to do.

Ibra's starting to hold back. Seeing Laras cuek, silenced himself. "Miss! did you hear my voice?"

The barrel remained silent, moving its feet towards the room. Ibra followed him into Laras' room.

The barrel went straight into the bathroom, while Ibra sat on the sofa. Watch the behavior of Laras.

After taking the water wudu. Barrels all change clothes with sleep stellans. Then perform the isya prayer, then go up to the bed shaking a blanket.

Ibra sitting on the sofa may be considered non-existent by Laras. "Still afternoon! already want to sleep alone," said Ibra but not in response by Laras.

Ibra is stressed by itself. This wife is different from the others! the other if the lash is nyerocos. But Laras is the opposite! his anger was silent.

Then Ibra approached the bed. Approaching Laras who slept curled up in a blanket, which looks just the head. "Miss! please dong ...."

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