Marriage Contract Letter

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Irritably. Ibra was about to open the door. "Wait baby," cup, kiss Dian's puffed cheeks.

Blake it!

The door opened, and Rika stood up. Sculpting front door. "What's wrong, Miss Rika?"

Rika's bu's eyes are translucent inward, where Dian is sitting seductively on Ibra's bed. Then his eyes moved to see the condition of Ibra who only wore a towel. "I'm sorry, sir, if it interferes with Mr.'s activities." Bu Rika lowered her head and hid her smile, surely they were distracted by her arrival.

"Yes. What's up, man?" ibra asked staring intently, feeling disappointed, why did Miss Rika have to come at the wrong time?

"I-it's. Signore. Young mistress, do not want to eat, have been persuaded, brought to the room also do not want to eat," said Rika mom while still down.

"Feeling in the ingetin, I haven't had dinner either" Ibra murmured. "Es her cream's been given yet?"

"It has been given by the Master, but .. whether at the meal, whether not," said Rika again.

"Yes, already. I'll be there soon." Ibra closed the door. Walking closer to the bed grabbed her clothes.

"Darling, what's wrong?" asked Dian while positioning herself to be more seductive.

Ibra looked at his wife for a moment, then hurriedly put on her clothes. "Laras did not want to eat, and I just remembered. If I haven't eaten either, wait in your room and I'll catch up there okay?" briefly get on top of the bed, landing a kiss on the wife's sexy lips.

Dian immediately felt goiter, annoyed and angry. Deeply disappointed, his eyes looked at Ibra's hasty steps out of the room. After missing from sight. Dian threw the pillows and bolsters in great annoyance. "Sial-shit, shit .. just this time I'm in the duakan number. Long ago even if another wife did it too, never did Ibra let me in this situation? ah ...."

Dian grabbed her own hair so upset. Who would be angry with anyone? no one was there, standing tidying up her lingerie. Then left Ibra's room in disarray. With the pillow scattered.

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Laras who feels really mager to say anything, all he does is sleep. Eating was not napsu, but all day he did not eat only the pregnant milk he drank, it was forced. The smell makes you nauseous.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The knock of the door from outside, made Laras turn towards the door. "Lake in."

Reet ... sound of the door opening slowly. "Excuse me! Young mistress. Waiting for dinner with the big lady," the sound of Rika's mom while approaching the barracks that are still the bed.

"No ah, Miss Rika. I'm not hungry" said Laras with his laziness.

"But, young Madam has not eaten today. It's gonna hurt, it's been waiting for by the big lady." Add Rika's mom back.

"But .. I'm not hungry, and I'm a really good mager to go down, just say the same big lady. I don't want to eat and I've been drinking milk." The barrel is still sleeping.

"Alright, then, I'll excuse you first." Bu Rika resigned.

Laras nodded slowly. "Uuh ... somehow mager really, oya ice cream? I have not bought yet. Did you not come home yet." Glancing at the clock that has shown at 20:15 wib.

Before long, Rika's mom had reappeared at the door carrying a tray containing dishes that Laras usually likes. But now just smelling it is a bit smelly. "Young lady, here I bring you dinner, cooking that Madam likes." Bu Rika keeps it on the table.

The barrel wakes up and sits leaning against the shoulder of the bed. "Bu Rika .. I don't want to eat, so why did you bring it? if I'm hungry. I'll go down alone to eat in the kitchen!" laras Lirih.

"But, this is the order of the great mistress" said Rahma.

"Yes dear. Mama who told you, you should eat, instead of you have to take care of health? what if you don't want to eat!" mrs Rahma approached.

"But. Mah ... Barrel won't eat." barrel shook his head.

"Would you see what Mama brought? Mama's got ice cream like you asked for, and most importantly .. who bought it Ibra," Rahma's mom showed me what she's up to.

The face of Laras sumringah her eyes twinkled looking at it and took it from the hands of the mother-in-law. "Is this really what you bought?" looking at Rahma and Rika's mom alternately.

"Yes, baby ... Ibra who bought it, eaten huh? kasian baby, but before eating ice cream, eat rice or vegetables first." Rahma stroked the stomach of Laras wrapped in a blanket.

"Where's the master?" ask Laras back.

The face of Laras who had been sumringah, immediately turned moody and his eyes were soft. His heart breaks hearing Ibra is with Dian.

"Let's eat first baby, let Mama who feeds ya," mom Rahma took vegetables and feed Laras, but Laras kekeh do not want. And shook his head locking his mouth with the palm of his hand.

Madam Rahma took a deep breath. "Yes, if not. Don't forget to eat later? even a little."

"Yes. Ma ... I'll eat if I want. Don't worry, I'll be fine." The faint smile.

"Yes, Already. Miss Rika, let's go. Let the young lady alone." Ms. Rahma took Rika out of the room.

Laras stared at their departure, then Rika's mom closed the door. Finally Laras was alone in the room, his eyes moved to see a large cup, slowly he opened. It swallows the saliva that collects in the throat. I'd love to taste it.

Slowly spooned the ice cream into his mouth, but then Laras was dumbstruck. The shadow of Ibra danced on his recollection. He kept the spoon back on top of his cup lid, he just stared at dinner and the ice cream alternated.

Without even touching it. The barrel is really mager. "Nak times huh? if in the bribe sir," he murmured as he pulled the blanket and hugged his knees, burying his face there.

Ibra who had just reached the front door of the room Laras was a little hesitant to open it. "Have you slept yet?"

Blake it!

The door opened a bit rough. Laras sat on the bed, lowered his head and hugged his knees. Ibra stood up and closed the door.

Baras gasped at the sound of the door, and immediately raised his face. See who's coming? apparently Ibra stood up and walked over to him. "Master?" call Baras.

Ibra stared at the table available for dinner, a cup of ice cream that seemed intact, untouched. As for the former take, not so in the meal and obviously there. Then his eyes moved glancing at Laras. "Why haven't you eaten yet?" you have to take care of your health, you know, right."

"A-i-i-"

"Quick eating! don't selfish. Do not think of yourself, but must think of the child in your womb" grumbled Ibra while taking a plate in a rice and soup, rendang and immediately feed Laras.

"Aa .. open her mouth." Ibra brought the spoon closer to the mouth of Laras who was dumbfounded to see it.

Laras opened his mouth while looking at Ibra's disheveled face. Crutches! crutches! the voice from Ibra's stomach, Laras's eyes moved to look at the source of the sound, as well as Ibra himself realized he was hungry yet to eat. Then their eyes finally met, and the mesem-mesem barrel.

"Master, haven't eaten yet?" asked Laras while smacking his smile.

Ibra. "Yes, I forgot I haven't had dinner yet."

"Why can you forget? busy with Dian!" laras said while taking over the spoon in Ibra's hand. Then Baras bengong. "Why am I talking like that?" his inner.

Laras feeds Ibra. "Aa .. eat, ma-I mean I .. why can you forget to eat, later you get sick. How sick is it?"

Ibra enjoys a bribe from Laras, eventually Laras' dinner is exhausted by Ibra. Because the barrel itself is only three spoons, with the reason of fullness.

Finish eating, do not forget the cover eating ice cream both. Feed each other, which last afternoon did not feel anything, but fitting Ibra who bought it. Even eating from his hands, feels so delicious on the tongue of Laras. I also ate ice cream from Ibra.

Ibra got out of bed and cleaned up her food. After that back sitting next to Laras who was down playing his phone, Ibra's hand grabbed Laras' hand. "Congratulations yet?"

Laras. "No, please Mr. uh Brother go back to Dian's sister, he must be waiting," said Laras with my eyes.

"He must understand, if this child again wants to be spoiled by his Papa," cup kissed Laras' hand, then his palm stroked Laras' stomach was still flat.

Baras is tense. "Oh .. don't treat me like this, I'm a clumsy gini," Inner Laras.

Ibra is increasingly stroking the stomach of Laras. "What's healthy baby. Your presence is very much missed, whatever you want Papa will fulfill," murmured Ibra with a look fixed to the stomach of Laras. Makes Laras feel like he has to hear it.

Then Ibra's eyes moved staring at Laras's face. Tucking the child's hair Laras behind the ear, then Laras lowered his head, with Ibra's finger raised the chin Laras, to look up to his eyes, again the eyes of the two met full of signals.

For a moment, Netra's eyes moved to look at Laras' pink lips, making him unable to bear to touch her. Ibra's face is getting closer ....

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