Marriage Contract Letter

Must be self-conscious

Ibra's face is getting closer, and just how many inches are left. Landed to his destination, but Laras immediately pulled his face to the side, saying, "forgive me sir, go, sister Dian will be waiting for you." The barrel lies down, his hands pull the blanket over his entire body.

Ibra bengong accepted the rejection from Laras, upset disappointed. Increasingly curious, but he does not want to force the will. He just stared at Laras wrapped in a blanket, so there was no gap at all.

Ibra finally got off the bed. Leave her alone, after near the door. Ibra stood turning her head, again seeing Laras who was still in his original position.

Behind the blanket. The barrel plugged the ears, to hear the footsteps of Ibra. Whether he had gone out or was still there, having been convinced that there was nothing, then Laras opened the blanket. Looking towards the door, sure! Ibra was no longer in that place but herself.

The barrel put his head back on the pillow, his heart ached. Her tears ran down the corner of her eye, which felt warm wetting the pillow.

It turns out that the pain and tightness of his chest, when the heart and mouth are out of sync, are contrary to the desires of the heart. Don't know why? indeed, at this time, he wanted to sleep in the arms and caresses of Ibra. Wanted to always be spoiled and with him.

Maybe this is also felt by Dian, as a wife who must share a husband. He should be willing to let the person he loves fuck and fuck another woman. Pain. pain, hurt inner. Eat your heart, that's for sure!

All night Laras was awake, his eyes would not be closed. His eyes were staring to the side, where he usually lay and slept while hugging him. The barrel pulls the pillow that Ibra used to wear. The barrel hugged and smelled it, feeling like Ibra's body was stuck to the pillow.

"Why do I miss him? I miss his touch, his warm embrace. Breathing out of his nose. The look in his eyes that made my heart beat was just a little, "he shook his head. "No, I can't fall in love with her, she just belongs to Dian. I need to know myself, I just need to be pregnant, not loved." Finally Laras wept bitterly at his heart like a sharp knife, very painful to feel.

"Consciousness! you're the one who doesn't deserve the love of a Malik Ibrahim. She only loves Dian. You can't possibly get her love, knowing you're conscious .." Patting her cheeks repeatedly, cheeks flooded with tears.

Until morning comes. After waking up, not sleeping for a moment, he woke up entering the bathroom. Want to soak warm water in the bathtub, but before starting to soak. Barrel heard the knocking of the door. "Who, early in the morning blind gini?"

Laras rushed to open the door, it turned out that Susi was coming, with a faint look. Laras reviews his smile. "Oh, Susi. What's up?"

"Yes, Madam. I'm gonna grab a used meal last night." Susi replied, staring at Laras who looked faint and lethargic.

"Okay. Just come in, I'll take a shower first." Barrel slid into the bathroom.

Susi's eyes circled every room. The barrel has not been sorted out because maybe Susi who part came, dawn also has not. Before going out Susi cleaned the bed Laras who was still messy, cleaned the table that had a used tray last night.

After feeling clean. Susi just came out carrying a tray, in her heart said. "Young mistress' face .. so pale. Sick? or what because you just wake up, but usually not like that too. What is lack of sleep? ah, the cravings don't fuck around, you young mistress!"

In the bathtub, the barrel soaks itself with warm water and a soothing therapeutic aroma. Hand grabs the shampoo to grumble her hair, after feeling clean. Barrel grabbed a towel and put on his robe, came out of the bathroom.

His eyes are looking for Susi. But there was nothing, and his eyes found a neat bed. Only curtains that have not been opened.

After the dawn prayer. Laras thought for a moment, about his life in the future. "Do I have to get out of this place? looking for a job to fill the time, but in conditions of gini cravings it seems not possible to work."

Moreover, Ibra does not allow if he works, he wants to live simply. No need to be so luxurious. "I'd like to move out of here, let it be a small house, but keep it quiet in my heart." Laras breathed deeply.

Laras stood up, opening the curtains of his room. Then left the room, headed to Ibra's room to prepare the necessities this morning. On the street Laras met some assistants who were cleaning. They nodded respectfully at Laras, replying with a smile.

Arriving at the front door. The barrel stood there, about to knock, the heart doubted whether there was or was no one inside. Slowly Baras opened the door very carefully, especially when his eyes found on the bed there was a person who was on the blanket roll.

Want to go back again, remember the task, if every morning he had to prepare the needs of ibra to work. Laras continued to step up, who had previously closed the door, not daring to look at the person. Worrying that the sleeping one is not just Ibra. The barrel pulled the curtain and opened the curtain and caused a warm ray of light from the bright speck of the new sun to emerge from the east.

The barrel of focus just clean the room, especially the pillows that are still scattered on the floor, he stored first on the sofa. In the heart of wondering how can this pillow roll scattered on the floor, once also when he once spent the night in this room is not this bad as well. The pillow remains on the bed even though it is irregular.

"It's a terrible, war time huh?" mumbles Barrel in the heart. Secretly smiling.

Ibra wriggled favors, unfolded the blanket and straightened it out on her own. Baras looked in astonishment. "Tumben tidied up on his own? why the bolster pillows scattered on the floor are not cleaned."

Ibra. "Huh? just sober, he ... he .. he ..." grinningly showing his white teeth.

"I guess, she slept with Dian, but .. it turned out to be alone! didn't you sleep with Dian?" batin Laras looked at Ibra who was still sitting and wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

Then Laras stepped into the bathroom to prepare the warm water. The barrel sits on the edge of the bathtub, while waiting for enough water, not forgetting to give a therapeutic aroma to it.

Ibra came in and opened the shirt. In a flash looking at that athletic body, he swallowed his saliva when he saw that. A second later Laras turned his gaze and stood up, swinging his steps towards the door.

Ibra grabs Laras' arm as he crosses her. Make the Barrel step stop. Baras lowered his gaze. Ibra, who was still curious about last night, wanted to start again. Ibra's index finger raised Laras's chin, so that his face looked up perfectly under Ibra's slightly lowered face.

The other Barrel's hand stuck to the wall, wanting to avoid this situation. If only it could turn into a snail, of course it will shrink and avoid the touch of Ibra.

The two pairs of eyes they met were diving into each other. Ibra's lips drew closer, Laras' eyes closed, unable to look at him anymore. Moreover, the exhale Ibra swept flat the skin of the face Laras. But when one more inch touches his goal. The barrel pushes through Ibra's chest, although it cannot change Ibra's position, but at least Laras is spared from Ibra, and can cross the door just like that. He stood up after closing the door.

Barrel's chest up and down, his heart pounding. Laras regulated his breath that was panting. "Huuh ..." then walk towards the wardrobe.

Ibra, who was in the bathroom, threw herself into the bathtub. Shuffling his hands into the water, annoyed, disappointed how many times his desire failed and failed again. Again clenched his hands, and hit them on the lip of the bathtub.

His teeth tightened, his jaw hardened. Only Laras sometimes rejects his desires, and he is forced to endure them. Although channeled to others, but the taste is still different. He turned it on the soap!

Rubbing body.

Laras sat on the sofa for a moment and then stood up to the door to the balcony, breathing the morning air there so fresh. A few moments later, he felt nauseous. The barrel half ran into the bathroom, without looking right and left all he was aiming at was the sink.

Ibra was surprised, seeing Laras suddenly enter. In a hurry to get to the sink. "Darling? ibra muttered and immediately cleaned himself under the shower.

"Oo .. oo .." Laras' voice spewed out his entrails cleanly.

Ibra gently scowled both shoulders of Laras. The barrel washes his mouth and then wipes it with a tissue.

Ibra's anxious face was clearly displayed in the mirror looking at Laras' suddenly pale face. "Why don't you, what do you need?" ibra asked looking worriedly.

Baras shook his head and raised his hand. "No, I don't need anything."

"Yes, already. Just drink it." Ibra gave him a glass of mineral water that he had taken earlier.

"Thank you." The barrel took it and gulped it down until the remaining half. Then out left Ibra there.

Ibra followed from behind, immediately taking the clothes that had been prepared by Laras. Laras sincerely helped button the Ibra shirt, put on a tie and helped wear the suit which this time was black. Ibra's eyes can not be separated from his movements Laras from earlier, the last to tidy up the hair. Facial treatment and perfumes.

Unknowingly, there was a pair of eyes watching from earlier when Laras buttoned Ibra's clothes. Someone is standing on the side of the door ....

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