Marriage Contract Letter

Looks graceful

Apparently that voice, from the voice of Mr. Marwan, he and his wife immediately came! after hearing the news of the pregnancy Barrel from Dian.

"No! what the fuck are you Dian? however Laras was the legitimate wife of Ibra, it was only natural that they would get along! even though she is pregnant" Rahma said.

Miss Rika, I have actually seen it from earlier. If Ibra's parents stand behind them. They coded Ms. Rika to pretend not to know their arrival.

"Mama. Papa?" call Dian very surprised by the arrival of her in-laws. Because yesterday said it would come next week.

"Mama .. and Papa" muttered Laras, no less surprised. Then stand up to approach.

"Don't stand up, baby! he said your leg was hurting, so you're, just sit down." Rahma approached and immediately hugged Laras. "Congratulations dear .. Mama finally has a grandchild too."

Dian was glued, he had guessed. Ibra's parents certainly welcome the happy presence of the baby boy candidate.

"Haduh .. is so happy and happy for us, so we immediately went to Indo just to meet our daughter-in-law," said Mr. Marwan with a happy face.

Laras was unable to speak, he just enjoyed the embrace of the in-laws with a sense of haru that caused a circle of clear water in the corner of his eyes. People in this house are very happy welcome, for the presence of baby candidates who fill their womb.

Including Dian who hoped for his presence. Although his attitude made Laras dizzy, his words were soft but painful, but sometimes Laras could understand that.

"Mama just met Ibra in the lobby. He said your feet were splashed with hot water, how could you love it? next time be careful."

"Yes Mah." Laras nodded.

Now Marwan and Rahma are sitting at the dining table. "Dian can not be that dear, the same Baras, however Laras wife Ibra also. Now I ask Dian. Is this marriage not the same as Ibra? it's not possible for Mama's son to gather this kebo without getting married" a series of words from Rahma's mother to Dian.

"Married," answered Dian briefly.

"Married! why did Dian forbid Laras to be in close contact with Ibra as her husband?" Marwan asked too.

"Em .. I don't mean that. Pahs. Mah, you guys heard wrong!" elak Dian's.

"Take a. Mah ... That's not what Kak Dian, Mama and Papa mean misunderstood. Sis Dian just .. jealous only time to see Laras who is too concerned." Baras defending Dian.

Dian stared fixedly at Laras. "Good! when you can understand that, "his mind.

"Misunderstand how, dear? Mama doesn't understand. Obviously Dian spoke like that earlier, ah whatever! anyway Mama and Papa disagreed," Rahma protested.

"Yes .. already. Dian left for work first. Mah. Well, it's noon." Dian stood up to grab her bag. He left after shaking hands with his two in-laws.

Ms. Rahma and Marwan continued their breakfast. While Laras stood up to go to the room.

"Where are you going, baby?" asked Rahma when she saw Laras move from her seat.

"You go to the room for a minute! laras will return. Excuse me first, Mama and Papa have breakfast first," said Laras then passed from the dining table.

"Bu Rica! how has this house been doing for some time? after yesterday we returned," asked Rahma's mother, between her meals.

Bu Rika who stood up nodded. "Many things have happened, which makes me not understand the great madam."

"Whatis that? Marwan.

"Mrs Yulia is no longer in this ministry! the room was empty without any items left there.

Rahma and Marwan looked at each other. "What's? Yulia is no longer here. Where's she!"

"Move, it looks like it's mister, divorce!"

"What's? that's right! you didn't hear me wrong!" ask Rahma still in doubt.

"True big lady, to make sure he just ask the same Mr. Ibra." continued Ms. Rika.

"Alhamdulillah .. finally one has been reduced. What do many wives do? when it doesn't work. Meningan one," muttered Marwan in between drinking water in a glass.

"Papa.. Why are you talking about it?" rahma looked at her husband.

"Yes, really! why have many wives? if it's just status," he added.

"But ..it's unlikely that Ibra divorced Ibra Pah. There must be some really serious reason." Rahma daydreams.

After breakfast! Go straight to her room to the bathroom. Taking water for prayer duha, not long in the bathroom directly wearing a prayer tool. Laras begged for all forgiveness, as well as prayers of kindness for his family.

"Yes ... May the child I bear bring blessings to everyone! bring happiness to everything. Aamiin's." Barrel rubbed both of his palms against his face.

While Laras was contemplating on the balcony, looking at the orchard. Oo ... oo .. o. O. Late stomach nausea, he ran to the bathroom. Removing the contents of the stomach that was not long ago in the contents of breakfast, all exhausted until there is no left. Make limp. And fireflies eyes.

The barrel placed both palms on the lip of the sink, as a buffer of his body that leaned forward. His head was a little dizzy, slowly he swung his legs to the bed. In these two days indeed every hour this time Laras felt a rather severe nausea.

Get to bed! he dropped his body and lay down. It felt reluctant to get up again, pull the blanket and cover his cold body. "Okay .. it feels lazy to wake up again.

Until eleven. Laras fell asleep, to the point that several times Rahma Gedor door was not heard so loud.

"Hello ... What's wrong?"

"It's noon, get up and get some cold water and a change of clothes, I want to go home and have lunch at home with my co-workers! oya, don't be lula dandan the beautiful." the voice of the person from sebrang.

Barrel squinting, looking at the turn of the clock. It's showing at 11:20. "Good sir."

The phone connection was also cut off. The barrel hugged the bolster and closed the eyes. "There's still 30 minutes left to sleep ah. Sleep ...."

At exactly 12:00 Baras woke up, and rushed to take a shower. A moment soaking in the bathtub, then Laras finished cleaning performing the prayer sublime.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

"Mrs, are you awake?" susi's voice from behind the door. While Laras still performing the last prostration. "Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi .."salam to the right. "Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi ..." greetings to the left. Then the eyeball moves towards the door.

"Have, come in!" sahut Laras's.

Blake it!

The open door looks Susi carrying clothes to wear Laras now. "This is young lady! clothes made in wear now," thrusting at Laras who was folding his face.

"Oh, thanks Susi. Where are you going with your mom?" ask Laras.

"There was in his room, he was here! but the young lady did not wake up. It seems very slumbering," said Susi.

"Yes, Sus. I just woke up, yes! I'm gonna change my clothes first." Barrels immediately to the bathroom to change his clothes.

Having replaced. The barrel rushes to the salon, followed by Susi. Finish make up Laras directly to the lobby to welcome Ibra home.

This time Baras di befriended Susi. The barrel sits relaxed while waiting, from afar seen the accompaniment of a luxury car entering the mension gate.

Ibra got out of her car. Followed by personal assistant. Zay. From the car Ibra's eyes were fixed on Laras who was sitting casually waiting for his arrival. The appearance is simple but looks graceful, the aura comes out so beautiful.

"Have you gone home, sir?" Laras welcomes Ibra with his best smile and, upon getting close, grabs Ibra's hand and then kisses her.

"Yes," Ibra looked at Laras very closely.then pulled Laras' head and kissed her forehead gently.

The barrel carried away the feeling so that it closed its eyes at that moment.

The master! we go in first!" zayn said as he patted Ibra's shoulder standing opposite Laras. Followed by colleagues.

"Hem .." said Ibra, turning to Zayn.

"I'm going to take a shower!" said Ibra swinging her wide steps towards Ibra's private room. The barrel followed from behind, in the elevator then they stood parallel.

"Where? still like to get dizzy?" ask Ibra.

"still. Sir, but only at certain hours" said Laras.

Arriving in the room. The barrel rushes towards the bathroom to prepare the water in the bathtub. Then out walked towards the wardrobe for Ibra's dressing instead, before entering the wardrobe Laras's eyes found Ibra bare-chested making her swallow her own saliva.

Ibra glanced while entering the bathroom. Leave your dirty clothes there.

A little while later Laras came out of the wardrobe, picking up dirty clothes. He put it in the basket, then stood by the window to see the atmosphere outside.

Ibra appeared from behind the door, immediately looking for the whereabouts of Laras who was standing by the window with crossed hands.

When the herd with daydreams, and empty view to the outside. There was a hand curled into his stomach. "Tu-Master!"

"Hem .." Ibra's voice was so fine in Laras' ear.

Ibra hugged Laras from behind. "So see what Hem ... how's my baby candidate doing?" his whispers.

"Good."

"Don't expect love from Ibra" the words ring in Laras' ears. He let go of Ibra's embrace. "It's lunch time, put on your clothes. Master!"

But Ibra instead raised the chin Laras with his index finger, the netra of his eyes fixed on the lips Laras pink favorite color.

Ibra's face approached. Laras even retreated, making Ibra more curious. Ibra didn't give up. Keep his face approaching and hand pulled the nape of Laras so that Laras could not dodge anymore. Finally Ibra can also insert b***soft barrel.

Blake it! door open. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. Please continue?" say someone ....

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