Marriage Contract Letter

Draw up a plan

Mery stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Zayn and Ibra. Then swing his steps closer to Ibra.

Ibra looked at Mery with a cold look. Still fresh in his memory this afternoon saw Mery with another man in the car. "Well, did he come here? just disturb my mood." Ibra grumbled inwardly.

Zayn was stunned for a moment. "Well, I'm here to report to Ibra about this woman. Ah ... how can I forget?" muttered.

How dare Mery sit at Ibra's front desk. "Darling! how come you guys see ghosts anyway? dian did not flinch like that," stroking Ibra's cheek gently.

Ibra brushed Mery's hand off her cheek. "What's up here? I'll be home soon!"

"Ooh .. baby! out at home, you're more busy with Baras. Oh, I want to apologize, about that morning. For God's sake, I didn't intentionally. I actually accidentally," cupped his hands in front of his chest, with a clear voice.

"Yes, forget it. But if you want to apologize, to Laras. Not to me," Ibra said as she tidied up the files on the table.

Mery lowered his hand. "Well, I'll apologize to Laras later."

"Okay, great." Ibra. "That's all? go home?"

"Darling .. Can you not? I visited my parents in Semarang. I miss them, I haven't seen each other in a long time" said Mery, playing her hand on Ibra's collar.

Ibra was silent, as if thinking of something and her eyes looked at Zayn who was staring at her.

"Darling, I want to ask my parents for a prayer. So that we are immediately given a cute child," said Mery in a soft tone.

Ibra looked up frowning her forehead staring in wonder. Mery nodded.

"Yes dear. I want to get pregnant! and have a child from you, like the plan before. We get married, hoping, soon to have children. Yeah, right, baby?" his hand rubbed Ibra's chest.

"Ehem," dehem Zayn.

Mery turned to look at Zayn who was sitting on the sofa. "What are you doing there?" staring intently.

"I'm ... waiting for the Boss to come home."

"Oh. baby! I want to get pregnant," again looked at Ibra while grabbing Ibra's hand on her stomach.

Ibra lazily pulled her hand. If you want to go to Semarang, you can. Just go, already! go home. I'll be home in a minute."

"Beloved," kissed Ibra's cheeks right and left. "But ... can't we take a break for a while, inside?" while playing her flirtatious eyes.

Ibra looked towards the room. "No."

"But baby .. I want to,"

"Ehem ..." again Zayn cleared his throat.

Mery is upset, and turns to Zayn. "Euh ... disturbing, do not you know that we are married couples?" grumble Mery while topping his bag! get out of Ibra's room. Brugg! the sound of the door on the floor.

Zayn grinned as he looked at Mery's departure. Then moved his eyes at Ibra. "Do you believe it? if he wants to see the old man."

"Oh, what a fool! go where you are." Ibra was cold and raised both shoulders.

Zayn took out his flat object from his pants pocket. After opening the gallery was given to Ibra. "This is what you're looking at."

Ibra took the phone. He looked carefully. "New evidence?"

"Yes, just now!" sahut Zay.

"I know." Ibra returned Zayn's phone.

"meaning?" Zayn.

"Back noon! I saw them on the street, you know that he's our business partner."

"Yes. Maybe you never introduced him to coworkers! they don't know your wife." Zayn blamed a little.

"What? she knows that Mery is my wife!" connect Ibra.

"Oh." Zayn rounded his lips.

Because it's time to go home. Ibra and Zayn went home. "I'm coming, I want to see your young wife" Zayn said.

The two left the office, came to his car as usual Zayn was carrying a car. Ibra just sat sweet in the back.

Dian who also received the news of Baras' pregnancy from Rika's mother. Dian did not budge, between believing and not, behind the hope of having a baby is done as well. But really, dear! not from his own body.

Inner Dian was crying. It hurts sharing a husband, even sharing love. But this is his own fault. Instead of separating from Ibra. Dian prefers to find a woman for honey, rather than divorce.

"Mom, there's something to sign" her new secretary's voice appeared.

Dian rubbed her wet cheeks, then turned her secretary. Retrieving the file he needs to sign.

"I want to go home" said Dian while looking at the clock in his hand.

"good. Ma."

Dian snatched the bag and car keys on the desk. Closing the door, walking in tandem with his secretary. One by one his workers went home.

Dian is now in her luxury car. Before you hit the gas. Dian wrote a message first on the watshapp for her in-laws who are abroad. Tells that Laras is now pregnant with his son Malik Ibrahim, yes that will be the descendants of the Marwan family.

They must be happy to hear this news. My parents? they don't know first, let it be later if the child is born and becomes my custody" he muttered as he pulled the corner of his lips in a faint smile.

I had to come up with a good plan so that the results would be very satisfactory. After the child is born, he will be my custody, no matter how. And Laras should Ibra divorce. One more important thing, my parents should recognize that child I was the one giving birth. Not another woman," faint smile.

"I must be the only wife of Malik Ibrahim. No other woman can have Ibra but me" he murmured. Then drive the car fast.

After a while, Dian's car arrived in front of the Mession. When you want to enter the lobby, you hear the sound of Ibra's car.

Dian stood waiting for Ibra who just got out of her car. Ibra's steps are getting closer to Dian. Dian immediately hugged Ibra very tightly.

"Finally we will have a baby too dear," said Dian full of haru.

Ibra pecked for a moment, then returned Dian's embrace. Gently rubbing Dian's shoulder. "Yes, baby!"

Dian took off her embrace. "I'm so happy, at last what we hope to do is also granted."

"Yes, I'm also very happy," Ibra's finger rubbed Dian's cheek, which flowed tears.

"Let's go in!" invite Ibra to hold the hand of the wife.

They both went into Mension. With a flowery heart, followed by Zayn from behind.

Arriving in the Missions. Straight to meet Laras who must be in his room.

The barrel that Susi accompanied earlier this morning. Sitting on the edge of the bed while chatting. If there are friends at least Laras not much daydreaming, because comforted by the existence of Susi.

At the table are available food and drinks, also fruits from sweet to sour taste there. Bu Rika deliberately provided that Laras not to be difficult if hungry.

"Madam! later if the baby is born to be given what name?" tanya Susi looked at Laras curiously.

Laras. "Don't know Sus. How about you."

"Bec ... Susi was impatient, wanting to nurture her. If a man must be handsome like a master, and if a girl is certainly beautiful like a young mistress," said Susi.

"You could be Susi, I'm so embarrassed. My stomach is still flat! already talking about the name and appearance of baby." continued Laras while shaking his head.

"It's okay, madam. You can do it." Susi nyengir's.

"Yes. Susi, you can do another job. I've been a little mengingan kok," said Laras.

"It's okay Madam, it's an order from the master to accompany the young Madam. Afraid of needing something."

"Whatever? all are available at the table, if you want to go to the toilet, you can also. Let's slow down," continued Laras again. Swiping his feet are quite light and can be on the tread to the floor.

There was a crackling of steps from outside. It just so happened that the door of the room was not tightly closed. So the sound from outside is heard.

Blakk!

The door was pushed from the outside, and Ibra and Dian were standing there before stepping inside.

Netra eyes Laras move to see the hands of the two are mesmerizing, nyes .. there is a strange sense Laras felt when he saw it. Ibra immediately took her hand off from Dian's hand. Suddenly ....

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