Marriage Contract Letter

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The barrel was so deeply moved, that her beautiful eyes glazed over and shed tears. Barrel saw both. "thank you. Miss Susi as well."

Ibra keeps flowers near Laras. "Happy birthday, Baras. Happy birthday, Laras. Happy birthday .." The verses chant the heavy voice of Ibra while patting her hands.

Laras turned to Ibra with eyes misty tears. Both hands covered his gaping mouth, it felt disbelief! I never thought I would get a surprise on my birthday.

"Come young lady! in the blow of the candles. But read the prayer first, express all the wishes of the young mistress. Hopefully granted," said Rika and Susi who nodded.

Laras smiled bitterly, then looked at Ibra who was also staring at him. Seconds later Baras's gaze on Rika and Susi's mother, continued down to the cake that was in front of her.

"Say Mr. ustadz! as muslims. We must not follow teachings that are incompatible with our religion. And blowing out the candle when commemorating the day of birth, that is not the teaching of our Prophet. So ... don't blow out the candles!" laras.

"Oh, yeah-yes! yes, it's just fans," said Rika.

Finally they shook their hands near the cake. That the fire that burns in the candle dies.

"Ye .. y, the fire's dead." Susi cheered and clapped.

Laras saw Ibra who returned to give a bouquet of flowers. "Will you take a gift from me?" ibra's eyes stared fixedly at Laras.

Slowly. Baras took and smelled the fragrance. "Thank you Sir?" their views meet.

"Dong hugs. Come on hug," Susi said slowly. But it was clear to all, making Ibra and Laras smile in embarrassment.

"Well see the box?" send Ibra to Laras.

Barrel looked at the bouquet, which was really his little box. He took it and slowly opened it.

Bu Rica and Susi were tense, very curious about the contents of the box.

The box is half open. Laras closed back and turned to Ibra. "What's this. Mister? it looks like a very expensive item!"

"Open it!" the heavy voice of Ibra.

"Let's dong Madam .. in open Susi curious?" susi said it feels impatient, Want to know the contents.

Barrel smiled at Susi. Then open the box. A very pretty locket. "Masiah Allah .." Laras eyes moved to see the item and to Ibra who kept looking at him.

"Here, really for me sir?" asked Laras half in disbelief.

"Yes, really! who else is it for?"

"Is-this from Mister?" ask Laras again.

"Bawel huh? yes from me! from whom? if from others, do what I give," ketus Ibra.

Susi was greatly amazed. "Yes. God ... How pretty is the locket?"

"Master himself prepared everything for Madam." Susi gave an answer.

Laras looked at Ibra who turned her face away, seemingly embarrassed. Laras did not stop to mention his sweet smile. "God is beautiful."

"Here, I put it on." Ibra took the pendant from Laras' hand. For him to wear on the neck of the barrel.

The barrel slightly changes position slightly turning Ibra's back. Barrels wagging hair to the edge, look back neck Laras level and smooth.

Ibra swallowed her saliva several times. It feels like he wants to land his kiss there, but fortunately his common sense is going well. I realized there were two assistants there.

Pendant is already attached to the neck of the barrel. The barrel turned back to its original position, his finger touching the pendant that was already hanging on the neck. "Thank you. This master is beautiful."

"Together."

Now it's time to cut the cake. Madam." Rika brought her cake closer to Barrel.

Baras also cut the cake with the first piece he bribes, right on Ibra. While looking at each other.

"Ooh .. so sweet .. her?" susi. Seeing Ibra and Laras bribes.

Keep the second piece! make Rika and Susi's mom and the rest of the cake, Rika and Susi take it, leave the room. stay Ibra and Laras both.

Laras still did not fully believe what Ibra had given him. Barrel pinched his cheek. "Aw .. sick," cried Laras.

Making Ibra who had started to lie down, woke up again. "What's wrong?" leaning his body against the shoulder of the bed.

"Ah .. no. Sir, I'm just pinching myself, to make sure this is true or a dream?" said Laras while holding his cheek.

"It's ... real! Miss ..." - Ibra as she pinched the other cheek.

"Aw .. sick sir!" squeak Baras and cover both of his cheeks.

"Sorry!" Ibra pulled the hand of Laras cupped on both cheeks. Cup, cup. Ibra landed a kiss on both cheeks.

The barrel just gawked, accepting the kiss. Ibra stared fixedly and her finger gently stroked Laras' cheek.

The taste he wanted to express from the afternoon! this time he could spill it. "thank you? you have conceived my son. I put her in your womb, please help .. keep her for me" Ibra's voice raspy and clear.

Laras was confused. Not knowing what to say, he slowly raised his hand. It was Ibra's back that hugged her very tightly.

Long ... they hugged. Drifting in a jarring taste in his chest. Ibra wanted to express all the flavors on Laras, but her lips felt twisted and locked.

"You, right? keep it for me!" taking off his embrace, lifting Laras' chin with his index finger and staring fixedly.

Baras just nodded slowly. Cup. Ibra kisses b*** Baras, as thanks.again their eyes meet the umpteenth time.

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One morning, after a few days of the incident. Dian and Ibra and Laras are having breakfast together.

Mery has already left for Semarang. Like he said. When I saw Ibra asking the old man, It was true that Mery was there.

More days. Ibra is increasingly showing her attention to Laras. Makes Dian burn fire jealous, like this time. Ibra took the menu that Laras likes to his plate.

"Eat a lot! stay healthy!" ibra said as she brought her drinking glass closer.

Dian stared displeased. "Oya darling. Are you really divorcing Yulia? the room is empty!"

"Yes, next week start the trial!" sahut Ibra bribing.

"Why? you didn't talk to me about it first" Dian said.

"Later you will know for yourself, what the cause is," added Ibra again.

"Why is this so? eat her," Ibra's hand wiped Laras's lips with a tissue.

The barrel gasped and wanted to take the tissue from Ibra's hand. But Ibra even wiped it himself, until it was clean.

"Thank you. Mister?" laras Lirih. He felt bad for Dian who was looking strangely at him.

"I already know. Yulia told me the same story, that-"

"That ... I divorced her for no reason hem?"

"He said the same to me! if she wants to conceive a child from you, but. Suddenly you divorced her with three talaqs at once, without giving her a chance," Yulia apparently told Dian.

Laras only listened to Ibra and Dian talk. He doesn't want to comment anything.

"Don't listen to one side, I'll send all the evidence. So you understand," added Ibra.

"What evidence?" ask Dian curiously.

"I'll send you later, if necessary, just come to the office. We're talking there." Ibra sipped her drink, stood up in a suit. Assisted by Laras.

"Depart, now don't you love?" ibra asked, looking at Dian who was still sitting.

"So soon, it's not over for breakfast yet." Dian pointed at the plate.

"Oh, okay me first," cup kissed Dian's cheekbrow with a friendly.

Ibra turned to Laras, who grabbed and kissed the back of Ibra's hand. By reflex. Ibra landed a warm kiss on Laras' forehead.

Making Laras' heart warm, this is the first time Ibra has kissed his forehead. Especially when you go to work.

"Take care of yourself, take care of my baby. Don't get to napa-napa," Ibra's message.

Laras nodded, glancing at the unmoved Dian. He felt awkward towards Dian.

Dian's heart is getting hotter. For Ibra's sweet treatment of Laras. It feels like to grab hair Laras, if Dian is not self-conscious, fortunately he realized that the barrel is too valuable. Because he can give what he wants.

Ibra had already left for work, and was no longer there.

Dian glanced at Laras, who was still finishing her breakfast. "I told you! don't get caught in front of Ibra, you can only serve her. Not looking for attention or love from her," said Dian with a soft but painful.

Barrels termangu! immediately stop eating.

"Ibra too, can only hook you before you get pregnant. After that! I won't let him touch you again. Uh .. I mean you don't want to be in touch anymore, to keep your sensitive area, for your husband later. If you get married again" Dian continued.

"No, I don't agree with your opinion. Dian," someone's voice loudly ....

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