Marriage Contract Letter

Orok

Zayn was so serious about talking on the phone, Ibra occasionally turned her head. Intrigued by Zayn's chat, after talking on the phone Zayn approached Ibra.

"What's so serious?" ibra asked directly without having to wait for Zayn to speak for himself.

Zayn stared intently at the curious-looking Ibra waiting for an answer from her.

"Wait ya?" ask Zayn while grinning.

Ibra was a little tense, throwing her ballpoint at Zayn. "Not funny you."

"Who said I was a clown?" returned the thing that Ibra threw just now. "That, the trial went well. And most likely it won't take long to finish," Zayn said.

"Oh .. great." Ibra re-opened the sheet of paper on the table. Finally reduced one who became benalu in his home.

Ibra took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Just think about how in the future, in Ibra's mind he will never release Laras anyhow later. Especially now that he was pregnant from his seed, so Ibra would be as strong as possible to defend Laras.

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It was a very hot day. Laras asked Susi to make a juvenile fruit directly from the tree, but instead Laras asked Ibra to pick it, directly from the tree beside the house.

Susi confusion. "But ... Madam, sir is still in the office, Susi is the one who picked up huh? or Susi ask the gardener."

"No Sus, I want the master who picked it, no one else." Laras. Her heart was broken to want the young fruit picked by her husband, but she refused to speak and asked Ibra.

"Alright, later on make her speech if you have come home, now Susi wants to prepare lunch first. Excuse me, young lady." Susi turned her body and left Laras, who was preparing to descend to welcome Ibra's return.

Susi rushed to the cook, where Rika was busy helping to arrange the dishes at the table. Susi approached Rika's mom. "Mom. Young mistress asks to be made a young fruit."

Bu Rika turned to Susi who immediately intervened to help other assistants. "Yes .. make dong Sus. young fruit stay metic at the back." Staring at Susi who wiped the spoon with tissue.

"Well .. that's the problem, exactly" said Susi.

"What problem?" rika does not understand. "If there is no young fruit is not possible, yesterday I saw very thick really."

"Not that. Bu Rica's the problem." Answer Susi.

"What dong?" rika is confused.

"Madam, want the fruits of your own meticulous master, do not want Susi or the gardener, who took it." Susi explained.

"Oh, easy. Just talk to you, sir, you will also get it," Rika sure.

"But, right Mom? sir, there's no time."

"Must!" bu Rika's emphasis.

Susi fell silent, after Rika said so.

Laras was already in the lobby waiting for the arrival of a Malik Ibrahim, he sat there leisurely. "Okay, it feels already on the tongue nih eat rujak, saliva has collected in the throat," murmured Laras.

Bu Rika approached the dreamy Laras. "Madam is young, you want to celebrate young, don't you? I make ya?" volunteered.

"If the sauce can be who makes it. But ... the fruit wants a beautiful master," said Laras.

"Em ... have you told me this, sir?" ask Rika to come back.

Laras. "No, not brave. Ma." Laras.

"Halah .. do not dare .. same husband who does not dare? the young lady should be brave with you, especially when it comes to pregnancy. Gotta be brave, madam." So get Rika back.

"He .. he .. he. he .. shame. Ma."

Bu Rika shook her head. Luxury car ration into the yard, which is among the cars that Ibra drives. He got out of the car, walked into the lobby, full of charisma followed by his personal assistant. Who else if not Zayn. Loyal assistant.

Laras stood up to greet the husband, grabbed his hand and kissed him as usual. "Sir, what's going to take a shower in the dining room?" ask Laras.

Ibra looked at Laras very closely wanting to kiss the forehead but prestige.

Zayn's shoulder nudged Ibra's. "Where, if the wife kisses the husband's hand, reply with a kiss on the forehead. On the cheek to or also on the lips to, it's good to see it's not so dumb."

Ibra pulled the corner of her lips smiling. "You're doing it."

Baras blushed shyly, as did Rika's mom-mesem.

"Master, the young mistress wants to prune the young, but the fruit wants the Master to pluck from the tree directly." Bu Rika boldly said Laras wish.

Ibra looked towards the lowered Laras. "Can't you tell people to pick it up? don't have to wait for me." Ibra asked Rika.

"Sir, maybe this is orok-born," said Rika.

Ibra shut up for a second. Then turned his back swinging his steps out of the mension, rushing towards the orchard. Followed by Zayn from behind.

Laras bengong saw the departure of Ibra with Zayn, Rika invited Laras to go upstairs. "We'd better get on Madam, you'll be back soon with what Madam wants."

"This, the fruit." Ibra gave it to Rika.

Laras eyes look at the fruit in the hands of Rika, it feels impatient to want to taste it immediately.

"I want to take a shower first, prepare all my needs," Ibra told Laras who was so enthusiastic about seeing young fruit.

Netra eyes Laras moving saw Ibra. "Yes. Mister." Laras immediately followed Ibra's steps rushing towards his room.

Ibra's steps came to a halt and turned towards Laras, after Laras was near. Ibra leads Laras into the elevator. "Other times ..if it is noon, you simply wait in my private room, do not have to wait in the lobby or terrace. Later you soybean, Miss. just prepare my needs in the room."

"Yeah. Mister."

"What's? repeat again, I said call me-"

"Abang," the voice of Laras cuts off Ibra's words.

"Well .. that's what you know. If you call me sir, my impression is this. Not your husband," continued Ibra staring fixed face Laras.

Laras looked down, unable to return Ibra's eyes that made Laras' heart beat more than normal. Ibra's hand stroked the smooth cheek of Laras, Ibra's gaze getting closer and closer.

Seer ... The elevator door opened making ibra's eyes move and her steps across the elevator door, her hands leading Laras' arms towards Ibra's private room.

Arriving in the room. Ibra immediately opened his suit he kept on the sofa, then Laras prepared water in the bathub. Then take Ibra's clothes in the wardrobe.

Ibra rushed into the bathroom, to clean up. the body more sticky, run out of the orchard as well, take fruit for the craving.

Barrel sat on the couch, waiting for Ibra to take a shower. Not long ago the mother appeared from behind the bathroom door, rushed to put on her clothes, sprayed perfumes until they burst out in every corner of the room. Baras was so comfortable inhaling the fragrance of Ibra's fragrance oil. "Em .. the fragrance," the eyelid Laras closed, just open his eyes he gasped because Ibra was already standing in front of Laras.

Ibra looked at the clock that was coiled in her hand. "Yes, it's too late. Everyone must have waited."

Laras went to follow Ibra's steps first to walk to the place to eat.

Arriving at the dining room, all were waiting and ready for lunch, after the arrival of Ibra. Lunch has started. Ibra told Laras to eat but Laras shook his head, after taking a meal for Ibra. Laras just silently watched Ibra eat, he himself was more tempted by young fruit and hoped Susi had made the sauce.

"Why not eat?" tanya Ibra turned to the dumbfounded Laras.

"No taste."

"Eat first, instead of eating rujak? eat first, fear later hit the stomach, more berabe." Ibra half whispered.

"But, don't want to eat." Barrels kekeh.

Ibra spooning rice and vegetables, he thrust into the mouth of Laras. "Ac... Open your mouth?" he said it was full of emphasis.

Laras looked at Ibra and then saw all of Ibra's friends eating, looked back at Ibra and finally opened his mouth. Chewing the results of Ibra. "Em .. is good, but good. Make nausea." The barrel closed its mouth and ran to the toilet.

Ibra's eyes stared at Laras' back, others saw Laras' departure. "Please continue eating, I'll stay!"

Ibra followed Laras to the toilet. Oo ... oo .. spewed out his stomach, up to the water that feels bitter on the tongue, his stomach still feels soft and goes up. Oo .. oo .. spew again.

Laras felt that someone was massaging his shoulders from behind, he lifted his face and saw the reflection of Ibra's face in the mirror, standing behind Laras. Then Ibra put wind oil on his shoulders. "Have not vomited yet?" ask with lirih.

Laras nodded while washing his mouth and also his face.

"Sus, where's the drink?" ibra said to Susi who immediately gave water to Ibra.

"Drink first," again Ibra immediately gave Laras drink from his hands directly.

"Tissue too," Ibra pinta again on Susi. Susi also swiftly gave what her employer asked for.

Ibra's hand wiped Laras' lips with tissue. "You go straight to the room or-"

"I'm going to the dining room again, Sus. Have you not sambalnya yet? want to eat rujak, I can't wait." The barrel sees Ibra and Susi alternating.

"A ready. Madam," Susi said.

"All right." Ibra threw the old tissue to wipe Laras' lips into the trash.

Ibra led Laras to the dining table, Susi tailed from behind with a smile of her own. "So sweet her same master Madam."

At the empty table, Ibra's colleagues are back in the office, only Zayn is busy with his phone, and the assistant is cleaning up.

Susi directly presents the spirit of Laras' request. Baras also directly devoured it, inexplicably Ibra also tasted it, whereas where like Ibra the same acid. Most anti him.

From the stairs were walking towards the dining room with a sumringah face. "Honey .. we came ...."

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