Marriage Contract Letter

Child candidate

Mery was very gasp at hearing his name being mentioned by the assistant. "But. I didn't do anything, it wasn't intentional," elak Mery's voice was a bit nervous.

Ibra's steps approached where Mery was standing and looked tense. "What did you do to Laras haa .. did you intentionally injure him?" hardik Ibra's! while shaking Mery's shoulder, who now looked down in fear. If you have faced Ibra who began to show her indecision.

"Sa-sickness," Mery groaned! because Ibra's hand was too strong to grip his shoulder.

Ibra loosened her grip. "Answer? what did you do to Laras!" repeat Ibra with a sharp look.

"I-I told you! I was unintentionally. Th-that was just an accident! anyway I've apologized." said Mery kekeh. He's down! I dare not look at Ibra.

Ibra still sharpened her gaze on Mery! who shriveled fear and arrogance because Ibra was too worried about Laras.

Saw that. Dian immediately approached Ibra and Mery. "Honey already! probably true. Mery didn't do it on purpose, which mattered ... Barrels are also okay, I mean, not too bad. Treat him later, get a specialist, okay?" gently rubbing Ibra's back.

Ibra looked at Dian, continuing to see Laras who happened to be looking at her. "Yes ... already! apologize there," Ibra asked Mary.

"So I've apologized so many times. Is that not enough? besides he's just a spoiled, pretentious to notice. It's going on," said Mery loudly.

Making Ibra glare, increasingly furious with the behavior of his wife this one. He began to dare to argue with himself. With Mery's face. "Oh! so that's how you feel? it means that you have the intention to harm him! goodgood. If he gets to napa-napa! you're responsible, you know?"

Ibra approached Laras again. Followed by Dian and sat near the Barrel. "Next time be careful? there is an assistant. Just tell them! no need to bother," said Dian looking at Laras who was still grimacing.

Baras just nodded slowly. While feeling his wound getting stifling. Hot, pain. Become one.

"I told him to make me coffee! so it's my fault" murmured Ibra while holding Laras! take him to the room. Laras put his hand on Ibra's shoulder, despite feeling uncomfortable with Dian but how else? his feet just stepped on the floor were not strong.

Dian only sighed deeply! seeing Ibra who was so worried about the situation Baras.

Mery's still pecking! with mixed feelings. Anxious, annoyed, angry and Shameful! feeling humiliated by Ibra in the presence of the assistants. Mery swept his eyes and one by one the assistants left, including Rika who went out of nowhere. "Damn it! I'll make sure you regret that Ibra!" while whining somewhere.

In the room Laras.

Ibra laid Laras' body on his bed. Slowly pull the blanket. He used it to cover Laras' body up to his chest.

The barrel grimaced as the blanket swept over his wound. "Aw .." Laras moan.

"Oh sorry?" mummy Ibra.

Laras's eyes continued to look at the face of the man who looked so anxious, panicking to see him hurt. "Are you worried about me?" dare to ask.

Ibra sat on the edge of the bed, raising her eyebrows. "Haah? who says I'm worried about you! I'm worried about the child in your womb" Elak Ibra. While throwing his face to the side, hiding his feelings was indeed very worried.

Deg ....

Baras gasped, how does Ibra talk like that? he himself was not sure! is she really pregnant. But why does Ibra seem to know that she is pregnant?

Seeing the signs that Ibra saw and heard from his assistant! mom Rika and Susi. Making Ibra sure, if now Laras is cravings. Ibra again looked at the dumbly-witted Laras. "Later there will be a doctor to check your wounds. Remember that! you have to rest, don't move much" he said.

At door! Dian stood watching Ibra and Laras, and listened to her conversation. There was happiness and joy in his heart! although it is not certain, if Laras is pregnant. But at least there is a light of hope for his family.

"Later afternoon! bring the obstetrician here. Check it! is Laras pregnant? take care of him, do not get a lot of movement let alone soy sauce!" dian said as he walked away.

Bu Rika, moving her head looked at Dian's departure while muttering. "Good Mistress."

Ibra raised her hand to look at the clock that had shown at 07.10 minutes. "Yes, already! I'm late, leave first, don't forget my words. Don't forget to have a nutritious breakfast so my baby won't starve." Ibra stood up and left Laras.

Laras just stared at Ibra's departure. "He's just worried about his baby! no matter what to me!" down sad. Exhausting his flat stomach.

"Bureaucrat! bring a dermatologist to treat the wound," said Ibra when in front of Rika's mother.

Ibra stared hard. "Yes, morning get a dermatologist! and in the afternoon, bring the obstetrician, just bother. BuRik," said Ibra as she continued her footsteps.

"Yeah. Sir," Rika nodded. Swinging his legs, going in to Laras.

Ibra stopped her steps to reverse the situation. "BuRik .. bring him breakfast. Eat a vitamin breakfast, if you don't want to! force."

Rika looked back! who finally looked at Ibra's back until it was lost from sight. "That master has actually started to fall in love with the young mistress! I make sure of that" he murmured.

Then who was about to enter. Just close the door and go to get breakfast first.

Ibra's approaching the dining table! dian and Yulia are having breakfast there. Dian looked at Ibra in a hurry. "Breakfast, baby?"

Ibra just turned her head, and drank the water that was already available at the table. Glances Yulia. "Later! lunch time we met at that restaurant on xx street. Wait for me there," said Ibra! without waiting for an answer. Ibra also passed.

Dian immediately drank the drink. He followed Ibra's hasty steps.

Yulia scrunched her forehead. "What's up, to invite meeting outside everything! tumbens?" inner Yulia while carving her smile. "Surely she will agree to my desire to get pregnant, ah .. glad I am!"

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"Darling! wait me?" call Dian to align his steps with Ibra.

Ibra. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? invite Yulia to meet outside of everything!" ask Dian curiously.

Ibra looked at Dian for a moment. "Later you'll know, now I'm too late." Ibra landed her kiss on Dian's forehead, then immediately entered the car Zayn was waiting there.

Dian dirmangu stared at the departure of her husband. Then raise his shoulders, then enter his personal car driven by Mr. Barko.

"Road Sir?" dian said while wearing her seatbelt.

"Good, Mom!" sahut mr. Barko.

"I don't know! should you be happy or sad? with the Laras' pregnancy. If it is clear! I have to tell my in-laws that they will soon have grandchildren. Surely they would be very happy to hear it," Dian's inner, dimmed a thin smile at the corner of her lips.

Cars are speeding up into the crowded streets! the iron horses pass each other, sometimes clinging to like lovers who are in love. Nempel.

Dian looked at the road from the glass of the car. Sometimes he took a deep breath, sometimes his lips painted a smile.

Mr. Barko occasionally looked at his eyes through the rearview mirror above his head. Pay attention to the woman who looks fashionable.

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The Ibra residence.

Baras was having breakfast, waiting for Rika. Suddenly his stomach was nauseous! eager to spit out his stomach but confused, he could not get to the toilet. Do not walk or run! to put it on the floor alone is not brave. He just covered his mouth with his palm. Oo ..oo

Ms. Rika panicked, she was also confused as to how or what to do. He took a small towel from the bathroom, spread it on the floor side of the bed and told Laras to throw up there.

Not wasting any more time. Barrels spewed out his guts, ohek, ohek, ohek, until everything he ate this morning was gone.

Bu Rika gives her a drink, and immediately Rika takes a towel containing Baras vomit to the bathroom. From behind the door someone came ....

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