Marriage Contract Letter

Ask for what permission

Hurry up to get her clothes. Picking up his phone, he receives a message from Zayn saying he is already in his parking lot waiting for him.

Ibra instantly scrolls through her contacts, on a live phone.

"Go home first! I'm going home with Dian" Ibra said on the phone.

"Who's dear?" dian asked as he put his hand on Ibra's shoulder.

"Zay! we're going home now." Ibra stood up and put on her suit.

"Aah .. later her home," Dian's voice in her potent tone.

"It's late at night!" wearing his watch.

"Em ... fat," Dian pinta while tidying up her short hair.

Ibra shook her head as she pinched his wife's chin. Dian. "Don't spoil! splinter?"

"Em ..." blurted his lips.

After arriving at the parking lot! Dian handed me the key to get Ibra to take it. Dian himself was flirting affectionately on Ibra's shoulder.

All the way there was no sound except the sound of the engine. And the affection they do.

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Missionson

Baras was sitting staring at the reddened twilight sky. The sun sank that afternoon.

His mind drifted somewhere! the faces of his parents were gone. "Dad, mom. I miss you guys," I don't feel any tears falling. The barrel rubbed roughly.

From afar, Dian's car entered the yard. But what came out first was not Dian! except Ibra. "Did they go home together?" mumbles Baras! looking at Ibra who is circling the car opens the door for someone.

"Sir Dian! together, sir," nyess, her heart felt strange when she saw their affection. Laras looked down deeply. There was a sense of sadness enveloping, but somehow he did not understand.

Now he is like a bird in a golden cage, in which he is full of luxuries. But his heart was empty. Like uninhabited.

Laras stepped into the room, incense heard the sound of adzan magrib from a distance. Indicates that you have entered prayer for those who run it.

After performing the Magrib prayer! Barrels down to the kitchen room. Rica approached. "Madam! in waiting for the master in his room."

"Ha .. me? not the same master Dian!" sahut Laras while standing holding a chair.

Bu Rika shook her head. "No idea Madam! that's obviously how you ordered me just now."

"Oh." Barrel turned his body. Walking with intention to Ibra's private room.

"Hi ... Where are the girls going? don't tell me you're going to my husband's room!" reprimand Yulia who looked cynically at Laras.

"Why indeed? he's my husband too. Then get told! be careful not to block my way!" sahut Laras looked at Yulia who was blocking his steps.

"Okay .. The longer the belaguer huh? mentang-ang is noticed by the husband and the old honey." Yulia with her grit.

"As far as you are! what are you gonna say?" said Laras while continuing his stalled steps earlier.

"Basic ... poor girl!" yulia muttered crosswise, her hands were on her chest.

Laras continued to swing his steps towards Ibra's room. lapse some time until the Laras front door Ibra room, knocking several times but no one swept.

"Where is he?" slowly turning the door knob pushed him inside. The room is empty. "Where's mister?"

The barreling in was looking for Ibra's whereabouts, the bathroom was empty. In the wardrobe also no where he went? sit her body on the sofa. "Did I just call you back?" took his phone out of his pocket. But that intention is out! his memory goes to the workspace.

The barrel moved from his seat. Out of the room to the next room is Ibra's workspace.

Slowly he opened! ibra was in front of the table, serious middle with a suit in his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir? said your buRik calling me!" laras said in a soft voice staring at Ibra.

Ibra turned her head back to Laras' gaze. Seconds later Laras lowered his head, still standing at the door. "Prepare me warm water."

"Yes, pardon .. apparently you haven't taken a shower? it's not that it's the same afternoon Dian came home! but haven't had a shower at this time." Laras approaching.

While frowning Ibra said. "Did you see me coming home? where were you!" ask Ibra astonished.

Barrel was silent for a moment. "Em ... a-I was .. on the balcony."

"Oh, I guess .. Where are you going?" lirih Ibra while closing the file.

Ibra looked at Laras' body from head to toe. Now his body is getting better maintained, even though his appearance remains simple. But it's getting interesting in Ibra's eyes.

The barrel felt noticed feeling embarrassed and tense. "I'll prepare warm water first sir." He turned his body back to the room of the mother. Ibra followed from behind! not forgetting to close the door.

The barrel fills the bathtub with warm water as well as the aroma of Ibra's favorite therapy. "Em .. smells good!" mumbles Baras.

The sound of the wardrobe door closing. "Don't go out first, Miss?" scream Ibra.

The bathroom whose door was open. "Ih ... haphazardly! take a shower, the door is open. What's not ashamed of it?"

Barrel sat on the sofa turning on the television, but there was no show he liked. Turn off, tune your favorite music from your phone. A song by Lestari's vocalist titled "His torment bears Miss"

After you've gone from me! disturbed mind. How painful is my heart! oh bear the longing. Wherever you are, remember me here! how strongly my miss is remembering you.

"Who's missing?" ibra asked who had suddenly stood up while wagging her wet hair. Near the clothes that have been prepared.

"Oh Sir." Barrel stopped singing that song.

"Your voice is ugly! make my ears hurt" Ibra continued, grinning.

Barrel pouted, advancing his lips forward and turning off his song.

"Why is the song off?" ibra asked again wearing her clothes.

"Didn't your ears hurt? that's why I'm turning it off!" ketus Laras keeps the phone in his pants pocket.

"That makes the pain ..your voice! not song. Know Miss?" sit nyender! his head to Baras's shoulder. So that the smell of shampoo and aroma therapy from the body Ibra. To the extent that Laras closed his eyes inhaling the smell.

Now Laras likes to kiss her even more, but yesterday-yesterday was normal. But now I don't know why I like the smell.

"I'd like to eat here." Glancing at the closed Laras.

Barrel opened his eyes inhaling the smell of the Ibra bada. "Haa... Why not stay at the dinner table? another wife's kasian!"

"Lazy! anyways ... again diet," said Ibra jemariinya asking Laras cell phone.

Baras gives Ibra a cell phone. Ibra played the song earlier while scuffing. There is something suspicious, but nothing strange or suspicious.

"Who's on a diet?" ask Laras wondering who's on the diet.

"Dian, he's on a diet."

"Oh."

Moments later Rika delivers Ibra and Laras dinner. "Please Taun and Madam. Enjoy ...."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you. Ma?" laras.

Bu Rika turned her body shut the exit of the room of the mother.

Laras gets Ibra dinner, but Ibra opens the laptop.

"Master eat first, he says he wants to eat?" staring Ibra.

"I forgot! I have something to take care of!" sahut Ibra remains focused on the laptop that is above his thigh.

Laras snorted in annoyance, but his hand stirred the food on the plate and fed Ibra. "Ac... open his mouth?"

Ibra turned his head, looking at the two eyes of Laras who also looked at him. Open your mouth quickly.

Ibra was astonished to see Laras chuckle. "Why?"

"That's. Funny master! eating it fast? rich people who are being chased so hi hi hi hi ...."

"Oh, I'm hungry" Ibra's reason is not only hungry but also delicious when eating from people's hands.

After he finished feeding Ibra and also himself Laras clean up his former food, ending with a glass of water. Until Ibra burps. Same with Baras.

Ibra closed the laptop. "Tonight I will sleep in Yulia's room. Don't forget early in the morning as usual to clean this room and prepare my work."

Laras was bengong to hear Ibra was going to sleep in Yulia's room. There is a sense of how. "Why talk that way? ask for permission! do what, too. Who does she sleep with?" inner Barrel.

Seeing Laras bengong Ibra asked again. "Why not answer? even dumb."

Laras. "What should you say? that, right sir," links his fingers on his lap.

Ibra just stared fixedly at the face of Laras who looked down, his fingers squeezed Laras' hands and stroked gently.

Dag dig dug heart Laras beat fast when in contact and in contact with Ibra.

Ibra put her hands together with her bare hands, saying. "I just slept with him! It won't be anything more ...."

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