Marriage Contract Letter

Are you sick

The body suddenly limp, the head is also dizzy. Eyes twitching, stomach feeling very nauseous. Baras sat his body on the sofa. "Oh Allah .. Why me? thankfully, it's all done."

Barrel leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment on the sofa.

Blakk!

Door opens. Ibra's in! passing the view to a clean room. The curtains were already open, his steps halted when he saw Laras lying on the sofa, his face a little pale.

"You why?" attach the back of the hand to the forehead.

Barrels open eyes. "Sorry Sir! I'm sleeping here" said Laras, waking up.

"Are you sick?" staring at the Sticky Barrel.

"Ah, no. I'm fine!" sahut Laras while touching the forehead and upper neck.

"But your face looks a little pale!" again put a hand on Laras' forehead! staring worried.

"I'm fine, sir," asked Laras.

Ibra crouched down, her eyes moving to look at her young wife. "Sa-me-" Ibra quickly hugged Laras.

Barrel gasp. Feeling strange at Ibra who suddenly hugged him. "Master! why?"

"I miss you, I love you," inner Ibra without her saying a word.

Ibra took off her embrace, then stood up. "I'm going to take a shower first. Did you get me clothes for work?"

"It has. Mister." Barrel pointing wardrobe.

"Okay, I take a shower first." Ibra went to the bathroom.

"Have mixed with wife who just want to take a shower? this clock!" muttered Laras while shaking his head. Then he stood up to leave the place, the dizziness just so happened to be gone.

"Don't go out first!" yelled Ibra from the bathroom.

"Aish .. habit, I must take care of the big baby first. Not big anymore! but it's been the chihihi's straw." Laras laughed to himself, walking to the window standing there.

Ibra, who had finished her bath, went out through the door. Circulating the view looking for the existence of Laras who turned out to be pensive there. With a little step. Ibra approached Laras, wrapping her hands around Laras' flat stomach.

Feeling the touch of Ibra's hand on his body, Laras closed his eyes. Holding Ibra's hands still moist. Ibra turned Laras' body to face him, lifting Laras' chin that was lowered by the index finger.

"Do you love me?" tanya Ibra looked at the two eyeballs.

Laras felt strange, suddenly Ibra asked like that. Even he was confused as to what to answer, not knowing with his own feelings. If he really loved Ibra, it would be impossible for him to say. She had no right to love Ibra despite her husband status.

"Why didn't you answer? what otherwise! you hate me! hem ...answer?" like whispering.

Laras was silent and did not dare to stare again at the glare of Ibra's sharp eyes. He looked down at the body of Ibra who was still not wearing clothes.

"Why not answer hem?" urgently Ibra, her thumb touched the soft lips of Laras and her male soul always wanted to enjoy again and again.

"Oh. The master! it's noon you haven't worn clothes, haven't had breakfast yet. Later you misfortune," said Laras while removing Ibra's hand from his body.

There was a sense of disappointment in Ibra's heart as Laras moved away from her. But there is also a point that was said by Laras. Laras takes Ibra's clothes and helps her wear them. Because that's what Ibra wants.

At the dinner table, Dian heart riled, why her husband has not been to the dining table as well. Likewise Laras has not seen his shadow in this kitchen, usually finished cleaning in Ibra's room! he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Not just that! in the mind Dian had danced something strange, both of them had not been seen in that place.

Dian stood up, about to go to Ibra's room, wondering why she hadn't even appeared at the dinner table. Yulia and Mery came together and sat in their seats.

"Where is Ibra? tumben's not at the dinner table yet!" yulia asked Dian while taking the plate.

"Yes! usually at the dinner table." Mery was drowning.

Dian did not reply but instead swung her steps.

Just a few steps. Dian stopped his steps, because Ibra appeared with a suit in hand. Barrel followed him from behind.

Dian looked suspiciously. "How long, dear?" dian said and welcomed Ibra, led by Ibra's hand to sit next to him.

"L-yes, you will clean first, soak for a while," said Ibra as she shifted her seat forward.

"Oh" said Dian. "You too! why just came?" looking suspiciously at Laras.

"Em .. i-"

"Clearned! he I told you to tidy up the wardrobe! ja. I told him to clean it up" said Ibra in place of Laras's answer.

Laras looked at Ibra, seconds later, his eyes fixed on his breakfast.

"Hem .. Is that it?" Dian stared at Laras sharply.

"You're a little pale! are you sick?" ask Dian to Laras.

"Me! no Brother. I'm fine, maybe because the night is often awake" he admitted Laras while rubbing his face.

"Great attention, I'm the one who often feels dizzy! never did Dian notice," said Mery.

Dian. "What are you sick of? if sick! why not rest at home? the proof is that you come out every day. Without clear what the purpose is, yes shoot! but ... every day! not really, right?" dian said while feeding a spoon to his mouth.

Mery's upset. "Yes .. because I don't want to enjoy my pain, fixated on the pain! oggahs. So choosing a lot takes a lot of busyness outside," explains Mery.

"Yes?" tadal Dian's.

"Lying sick is not necessarily considered by the husband," said Mery.

"You know I'm busy, you look healthy! that's why you never stay in this session. Try lying sick! surely I noticed. I have a doctor too" Ibra said between meals.

Barrels listen to their conversations. His stomach feels loose and slightly nauseous, but Laras tries to hide it from everyone by drinking warm water.

"What husband? not fair!" ketus Mery, then feed the bread into his mouth.

Ibra stared intently at Mery. "Yes! it may be true that I am unfair, but at least I have never abandoned you or anyone else. You guys still I give you a good life, enough here, a luxurious house. Nice car, enough money! whatagain? about inner living? yesterday I had enough, but I felt I was not considered! you are snacks outside" Ibra said, moving her eyes at Yulia, who was clearly playing behind Ibra.

All gasped at Ibra's words as if they thought they were cheating behind her.

"What do you mean, baby?" tanya Dian stared full of question marks. "Do you think of me like that?"

Ibra did not answer, she instead feed breakfast until it runs out.

Yulia who found ibra's gaze suspicious was nervous. His behavior became tense. "Ouch! whatdoes thatmean? or maybe he knows that I am.. ah impossible! there's no way she knows." Yulia shook her head slowly.

"Why! you seem tense?" ibra asked suspiciously.

"Ti-no. I'm not into nothing, it's normal!" a little nervous, he looked down deeply. His heart was pounding unbecoming.

Mery looked at Ibra with annoyance. Then looked down, she admitted that she as a wife is not a role model to the husband! in fact, he often walks with fellow model men. Even more so, as a married woman of the rich. Surely a lot of money from the husband, so not a few men approached him to drain the contents of Mery's wallet.

So does Yulia, she has a student boyfriend. Of course every day met and spent time together.not only that, their relationship was too far for Yulia who was a wife status.

"Tomorrow I'll bring a lawyer here!" said Ibra while wearing her suit.

All looked up at Ibra, staring in wonder. Dian standing. "For what, baby! bring lawyers?"

Ibra did not answer but stepped out of the place ....

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