Marriage Contract Letter

Fairytale

"Based on the foolish girl. Instead of opening her eyes even sleep continuously, fortunately move. Otherwise, feel sleep a banana tree," murmured Ibra looked at his wife with a happy gaze.

The next morning Ibra was up first from Laras, cleaning under the shower. Rubbing his whole body.

Barrel wriggling. Slowly opened his eyes, about to open the blanket but he was surprised to find his body undressed.

"Huh ... What is this why I don't wear clothes? remember, I wore full clothes last night." The barrel looked for the whereabouts of her clothes last night that were splattered on the floor.

Barrels are confused what happened last night. Didn't he dream of making love to a handsome prince from a fairy tale country, the sound of tap water from the bathroom. Laras immediately picked up his clothes then in pake. In the mind still implied the dream.

Laras sat with his mind. "Oh my God .. was last night Mr ibra? but what is possible! yes, maybe, he's already my husband a Larasati." Laras shook his head feeling dizzy.

He tried to step turned out the core area was sick, sore. The barrel sat on the floor without her tears invited, welled up in both corners of her eyes. Finally, the crown that he had been guarding all this time for a beloved man, had to be lost by the husband he married because of a contract letter.

Ibra came out from behind the door with a towel wrapped around her waist. Hand rubbed hair with a small towel, his lips half whistled like he was in a happy mood.

The barrel of waking up walked forward though while grimacing in pain. Near Ibra. Barrels hit Ibra's chest that field. Bug bug bug bug. "Why are you fucking me ha? why don't you ask permission from me first? you are evil, you are evil. I told you, I wasn't ready yet" Laras' voice was high, crying. His hand kept hitting the unclothed breast of Ibra.

Previously Ibra was dumbstruck but finally he understood and grabbed Laras' wrist and then in his grip. "What the fuck are you? you forget that you are my wife that I can touch at any time. If you are not ready, why marry me? why blame me! you yourself enjoyed it very much," stared intently at Laras.

"Sa-I don't realize, if only I were conscious. Not likely to be so fast, asshole. "not realising to say inappropriate words to her husband and the other hand of Laras continued to plunge into Ibra's chest.

Ibra finally caught up with both. Ibra drags the small body of Laras back to the bed and pushes Laras up on it. Laras tried to rebel and wake up but Ibra's power was too strong and confined his body until it was difficult to move.

Half-collared. "Let go, let me go." Baras panicked as Ibra's face drew closer to his. Laras panicked even more, terrified to see Ibra take off the towel wrapped around her body. Making Laras throw away face unable if you have to see Ibra's challenging.

Ibra has not changed her position. His smile expanded with satisfaction, his breathing was not because his voice was hoarse, his eyes were misty. "Don't wake the sleeping tiger, if it doesn't want to be affected," removed the strands of hair blocking Laras's face.

"I beg you, sir. Let go, I want to clean up and I'm in pain" Lirih Laras lowered his voice.

Ibra still did not want to move even by casually unbuttoning Laras clothes until it was released all so that it was seen back the contents that uploaded the lust of his male soul.

Round by circle of water is seen in the corner of the eye Laras. "Take me off, sir! I'm still sick" getting smoother and begging. But Ibra continued to act until she was completely satisfied.

The barrel droops weakly. Ibra was exhausted beside her young wife, and they fell asleep hugging each other.

Time has shown at 10:00 Ibra has not yet come out of the room Laras. The head assistant had already tried to wake up but remained a state of quiet room. What else his other wives were already anxious-faced, pacing back and forth very agitated.

"Right! what the hell is inside?until this hour has not been awake," sewot clearly visible on Dian's face.

Yulia and Mery were silent, but her heart was just as agitated. Crossed hands on the chest, take a few more steps back. The door did not succeed on tap, his phone number on the phone but the results remain nil.

Ibra's phone is so noisy, crank crank, crank crank. Until Ibra woke up slowly picking up the phone on the nightstand, squinting one eye at anyone who contacted him, just look at Zayn's contact had ten times the call. Ibra woke up hurriedly. He just remembered today there was a meeting, immediately keep the phone in place.

Hurry up to grab the towel! and ran to the bathroom to clean the second time.

Not for long. Ibra came out of the bathroom, rushing in her work suit while contacting her private secretary.

^^Ibra: "Sorry. I'm late, right,? in 30 minutes I'll be at the office, just wait."^^^

^^^Zayn: "Where have you been? I have a young one until I forget about work. I had to cancel the meeting, what the hell? it's important."^^^

Ibra: "Iya-iya sorry. Just a minute."^^^

With great difficulty putting on his pants, he was in such a hurry. Not forgetting to put a tie. Glancing at Laras is still sleeping soundly. After feeling well enough Ibra took all her needs and opened the door. When the door opened, his three wives stood at the door with astonished and anxious faces.

"Darling, what are you doing anyway? just leaving for work at this hour?" tanya pointed at the watch in her hand.

"Oh baby. Must not be breakfast, right? sister, our husband must not have breakfast, breakfast first yuk darling." Mery was flirting in Ibra's hands.

Yulia also grabbed the hand of the other Ibra and struggled affectionately as well. "Honey. I miss you."

Ibra looked at the three. "I'm already late. I had to go to work, it was too late," as I walked quickly to the elevator, and followed his three wives to the garage.

"But baby, isn't it breakfast yet, is it?" take Dian while seizing the hand of ibra from Mery's sway.

"I was too late" and continued to walk towards the garage, where he was ready to take his master, the faithful Ibra driver, Mr. Barko.

"Sir. I'm too late, go now" Ibra said, opening the car door before entering as usual Ibra would kiss his wives on the forehead one.

"Be careful dear muah," the three gave a distant kiss and waved at Ibra who entered his car. They will remain standing until the car gets out of place.

"Si Baras kebangetan this hour has not been awake yet, boro-boro preparing breakfast or even the needs," while walking quickly back to the elevator. Squeeze the numbers according to the destination floor.

Yulia and Mery tail Dian from behind. Like a queen followed by her ladies.

Now they are in Laras' room which is still a mess. For the master has not yet awakened.

"Hi ..wake up at what time?" Dian patted Barrel's cheek.

"Yes, it's daytime gini still sleeping? you're a slacker," timpal Yulia wiggled Laras' feet.

"Heeh, really, we are already beautiful from the morning blind preparing to serve the husband. It's still in a dream, where the hell's Kak girl like this?" mary pressed her lips.

The barrel who was still sleeping heard the storm finally slowly opened its eyes. Looking around there were three beautiful and fragrant women.

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