Marriage Contract Letter

Take care of our son

Dian stared at Laras from head to toe. "You have to take care of your own health! don't make Ibra bother, the assistant is also a lot."

"But Sis Dian, I don't mean to bother Mr. Kok, I can also be alone, not to be accompanied too really," said Laras began to feel a goiter in his heart. Upset with this attitude of Dian.

"Not many reasons! you must be the one who asked her to sleep here, right tonight?" accuse Dian.

Laras. "No, I didn't ask him to sleep here anyway," said Laras already dizzy in making dizzy as well.

"If you need something, like what cravings are, say the same assistant. Let those who buy it, do not let my child will ngeces, because they want something that is not done, he must be healthy," added Dian.

"Yes. Brother," said Laras lazy to argue.

Ibra came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist. Dian approached directly. "Darling, sleeping in my place huh? The barrel is fine anyway, if there's anything he can contact us," stroked the chest of the still-moist Ibra field.

Ibra glanced at Laras who was looking at him, but seconds later threw his face into any place. "Let me rest here first dear," rubbed Dian's head very gently. "Let me there again tomorrow night."

"But .. I miss!" dian puckered his lips forward.

"Yes, I understand, baby, it's night, you go to that room. Rest," Ibra said.

"Em .. baby, I want you, do we sleep here together?" dian's idea while raising her eyebrows.

"Crazy! there's no way we're sleeping all three here, don't let that happen" inner Ibra. His forehead shriveled.

"I want to sleep with you. Can ya? I beg you," said Dian.

Ibra became confused, looking at Laras who was still turning his face.

"I'm fine Sir, please just leave me. Later if there is anything, I can ask for help from Rika or Susi," said Laras, closing his eyes.

Dian turned her head Laras as she spoke, nodding "Dear, dear" while nodding.

Ibra was silent while thinking, looking for a way to get Dian to sleep in her room. "Now you go back to the room first, I just remember that on my desk there is still a lot of work that I have to finish. One more thing, say the same mom Rika make me coffee and deliver to my workspace. About five minutes."

"Ih .. How is that? ask Dian annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I forgot ... how?"

"Continue! how's it?" tanya Dian stared intently.

"Yes .. I want to go overtime, at least the night I sleep," said Ibra while rubbing her wet hair.

"Ih .. sucks," ketus Dian.

"Don't be angry, dear dong!" stroking Dian's cheeks is very friendly. But Dian stared intently with great annoyance, then Dian left Ibra in the room Laras.

Ibra was friendly, then followed Dian's steps just to close the door. "Don't forget to say mom Rika, make me coffee," Ibra continued.

Turning her body towards the closet took the clothes that were there. Laras looked at Ibra expressionlessly.

After wearing clothes. Ibra save the towel to the bathroom, way to the front of the mirror, using perfumed oil Belik Laras sprayed throughout the body. Combing hair until neat.

Then sit near Laras who is still leaning resting on several pillows on his back. "I can alone Bang, so don't worry, if you want to sleep in Kak Dian's place. Just go" said Laras.

"You're kicking me out?" ibra asked, holding Laras' hand.

"Yes, it's still time for you to sleep with him, so go." The barrel turned its gaze and pulled the hand from Ibra's grasp.

Ibra smiled, her finger touching Laras's chin to look at him. "You told me to go, but .. Why are your beautiful eyes watering like that? just tell me your heart just forbid me to go." Ibra soft.

Barrel widened his eyes. "Who said? no, it's just delicious. If you want, go yes go, anyways I don't pa-pa, said Mama is also a condition like this. It is commonly experienced by pregnant women," elak Laras.

Ibra grinned, "Smart also you lied," looked at Baras clingy and squeezed his fingers flat.

"Who is lying? weird." Laras's eyes moved on Ibra's squeezed finger.

"It's you, I want to talk." Ibra stared fixedly at Laras' face.

Laras pulls his finger, but Ibra's grip is too strong to take it off. "Say there's a lot of work in the workspace, why is it still here?" laras looked at wonder.

"L-yes, work, keep you here," while playing her flirtatious eyes.

Cup. Ibra landed a kiss on the forehead Laras very soft, until the eyes of Laras closed. "My just, if you want me too," whispered in Laras' ear.

The eyes of Barrel glared perfectly. "No." Barrel bowed shyly.

Ibra stared meaningfully which she was hard to express. "I want to go abroad with Dian, I was going to invite you, but see your condition like this. It's not possible to travel far, so .. sorry, I can't take you away."

Laras raised his face, he felt shocked to stay in Ibra abroad. "Why?"

"This week," Ibra said by stroking the back of Laras' hand. "Me and Dian left, not for the holidays. But business work."

There was a sense that was difficult to express with words by Laras' lips, which he was obviously sad when Ibra had to leave. I don't know how many days.

"At most, one week there, take good care of yourself. Take care of our son, don't get to nothing." Ibra kisses Laras' hand.

"Eeh .. since when did he become a romantic gini? he said our son? means my son and him, "inner Laras is confused. But making the heart flow a little, for a moment he realized! do not fall asleep with his sweet attitude, later in love, a taste that he must avoid.

Seeing Laras just shut up. Ibra is getting hernded with slow hand movements, the more free to feel, which she likes. Swiping his hands, cheeks and smelling his scent.

Then it came to mind Laras, a name. Dian, make him aghast. "Tu-Tuan, uh Brother, don't you want to go to Dian's room?" stay away from Ibra. Ibra looked in wonder.

"Oh .. who said I wanted to go to Dian's place? Not ah."

"So, he said he'd go to Dian's, after work?" said Laras while hugging the bolster.

Ibra scrunched her forehead. "Neither is it ah, if you say you want to go to the workspace anyway yes. But if you say you want to go to his place, don't you, overtime? Yes, but ... here," said Ibra while raising his eyebrows.

Barrel shook his shoulders, then rushed to swing his legs into the bathroom. Ibra commented on her smile staring at Laras' departure.

"Don't stay long in the bathroom Miss, we'll go overtime, hehehe." Ibra chuckled to herself.

Laras's step paused for a moment, then continued his steps until it was lost behind the door.

Ibra pulled a blanket and bolster and hugged him, reaching for Laras' phone, who often communicated with the owner of the phone. But there is only his contact that is clearly displayed there.

Ibra's eyes moved to see the arrival of Laras who was wet with water wudu. Baras approached his prayer equipment on the table.

"Sir, don't you pray?" asked Laras while wearing his face.

"I ... later pray."

"When? when dying in prayer is people," said Laras.

"You're praying for me to die soon?" tanya Ibra looked at Laras who was preparing to pray.

"Yes, his pride dies, because only the arrogant do not need his God," said Laras and immediately fulfill his duty as a Muslim.

Ibra was silent to digest what Laras meant, he thought there was a point also Laras talk.

Thereafter. Barrel climbed onto her bed and pulled the blanket over her neck, sleeping on her back. Ibra, who had been waiting, hugged directly from behind.

"Master, you know, isn't that husband a priest to his wife?" tanya Laras remained with his position, but for a long time there was no answer as well, there was only a gust of his breath. Laras turned his head turned Ibra, it turns out he had slept half a snoring. He can only shake.

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Today is the first trial of Ibra and Yulia's divorce, but the only lawyers present. Yulia was not present for unsound reasons, while Ibra she did leave it entirely to the lawyer. He does not have to appear in that court.

As usual Ibra was struggling with his activities at the table. Zayn was there discussing Ibra's departure abroad.

"I would like, when I'm done with it, to just fly. Back to Indonesia." Ibra turned to Zayn who was also checking the files.

"Ah .. I know, you want to go home quickly. Because kangen is the same young wife, right? ha .. ngaku." Zayn pointed with his index finger at Ibra.

Ibra did not answer, instead, his own smiles, what Zayn accused was true. He did not want to leave Laras for long. "She's pregnant young, you know what her condition is, right? so it's only natural that I don't want to stay away from him for long. I am her husband."

Zayn nodded. "Okay, it makes sense, for a second. I got the phone first," Zayn said as he stuck it in his ear ....

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