Marriage Contract Letter

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Not yet healed the wound that just Baras incised in Dian's heart, plus again now! a sight that makes you feel bad. Trying to take a long breath.

Seen from the tail of his eyes Dian came, Laras lowered his fingers from the Ibra suit that he finished buttoning right. Then back away to Rahma's mother.

"Let's go, baby?" Ibra approached Dian and grabbed her waist.

Making Dian's heart warm, haughty and arrogant come out again. Felt that she was the one that her husband Ibra loved the most.

They leave, in one car to the airport to take the departure of Ibra and Dian who want to go abroad.

Laras sat in the back with his mother-in-law. While Dian and Ibra were in front of Laras, originally Laras, Ibra told him to sit with him. But Dian preceded so that Laras relented, sitting with his mother-in-law, Mr. Marwan sat in front with the driver.

Dian rested her head on the husband's shoulder, which was responded with a friendly caress in Dian's hair. Of course make Dian's heart flowery. "I am the one my husband loves the most."

The Barrel view comes out the window of the car racing with the other four wheels.

His stomach began to nausea, his head also dizzy dizzy-dizziness. "Ouch! must be strong dong.. masa want to faint here, later in say spoiled again," murmured Laras in the heart.

He tries to be strong, let him come back weak. But not now, Laras tries to resist nausea and dizziness.

Throughout journey. Ibra and her parents chatted, while Dian continued to slide as if showing off intimacy with her husband.

Arriving at the airport, everything went down including Mr. Barko who took out Dian and Ibra's belongings. Zayn, who had been waiting for a long time, welcomed Ibra's arrival.

"Well, Laras find the toilet first huh? eneg nih," said Laras to bu Rahma with a grimacing face.

"Searching toilets?" mama Rahma looked at Laras who immediately ran away from Baras's mom.

Dian's eye tails glanced at Laras Yang's hasty steps. Ibra also chatted with Zayn and stood far from the position of Laras earlier, turning his head when Laras ran.

Out of curiosity, Ibra asked the mother. "Where are you going Mah?"

"She .. wants to find a toilet" said Rahma, pointing with her head.

Ibra immediately swung her wide stride following the half-running Laras. There is still time for flights.

Laras continued to run to find the toilet, although difficult, finally met also, Laras entered and bent in front of the sink. Oek, oek. Oek. Barrels spit out his stomach contents, immediately wash his mouth and wipe it with tissue. It just so happened that in his pocket was carrying wind oil. Inhale barrel to reduce the sense of eneg, apply on the temples and the trunk of his nose.

Blake it!

The toilet door was pushed from the outside, and Ibra stood with an anxious face. "Aren't you going to nothing?" while approaching.

Behind his shock, Laras shook his head. "No, just nausea and dizziness, it's common! why don't you come here waiting for departure?" sahut Laras while inserting used tissue into the trash can.

Ibra felt pity, seeing Laras continue to nauseate and vomit. If only he could replace her!

Sighing and glancing at the watch in his hand, Ibra got closer and closer. "There's still 45 minutes left."

"Disclosing the door on the lid? I'm going out." barrel astonished at Ibra who shut the door instead. His heart was beating faster than before.

Ibra and Laras stood face to face, Ibra's hands reaching for Laras' hands in her clenched fingers. "I remind you, don't go anywhere without my permission, and Zayn will take you if you want to go" he said. Ibra's eye bead stared at Laras' shady eye bead.

Baras just silently felt his heart that kept racing fast, then slightly nodded, they looked at each other. As if diving into each other's hearts, while the atmosphere in the toilet is so quiet.

The longer, the more carried away the feeling, the face of Ibra lowered her head and approached the face of Laras who looked up. Because Ibra's index finger raised her chin. As if unable to hold himself back again Ibra got closer so that a breath swept across the skin of the face Laras.

"Yes-others, must have been waiting," elak Laras with eyes that could not be separated from the face of her husband, if increasingly noticed. Ibra's face was clearly very handsome. "How late?" covering his mouth with his palm.

Ibra smile. "There's another flight."

"When there's no way?" tanya Laras again tried to divert Ibra's intentions.

"There ..." removed Laras' hand from his lips and wasted no more time, Ibra touched it very gently and emotionally.

So enjoy softly******* Ibra's lips. Unknowingly the legs of Laras are pinching up. But do not want to get more drifting in feelings and desires. The barrel pushes Ibra's chest immediately and away. "Don't treat me like that, a-I'm .. afraid of disappointment!" laras Lirih.

"Fear why? you're my wife. My legal wife, not an affair and you didn't snatch me from another woman, instead you were carried away by the currents in my household ark. I can't treat you like a wife. If you're not my legal wife." Ibra stared at Laras.

"But .. We don't love each other!" soluble Complaints.

"Even if we don't love each other at first, but in the end we will love each other. We need each other. Because our relationship begins with a more sacred bond. Yes it is .. marriage," Ibra said as she sauntered away from Laras in the toilet pensively, thinking about the meaning of Ibra's words.

The barrel turned its body towards the mirror, staring at the reflection of itself in the mirror. Tidying up the curls that break down under the shoulders, he tidied up and he tied them up. Simple yet beautiful.

After going through a series of processes, Ibra will finally enter the plane and take off Ibra's eyes continue to stare towards Laras. Who stood near the mother-in-law.

"Well, I'll go first." Ibra hugged the mother and the father alternately.

Finally, Ibra hugged Laras' body. "Remember my message, and take good care of yourself." Whisper Ibra while gently rubbing Laras back.

"Yes, I remember it" said Laras.

Ibra framed the face of Laras staring with a very fixed gaze. It felt heavy to leave, then Ibra landed a soft kiss on Laras' forehead. Making Barrel a little awkward on Dian.

Dian threw away her face, lazy to look at the scene.

Ibra talked to Zayn. "Later when I command him, wherever he goes. You have to do it."

"Ready boss, ready." Zayn nodded and glanced towards Laras. His appearance looks elegant and always wears clothes that are polite.

"Eh, watch your eyes!" Ibra patted Zayn on the shoulder, who turned his head and looked at Ibra.

"Well, Dad, Dian goes first." Dian hugged her in-laws in turn.

Then Dian approached Laras who had not seen where. "Take care of yourself, keep my child from spoiling! your husband was with me first," said Dian with a hint of cynicism.

Baras nodded and spoke a little. "Yes, see you later."

Ibra and Dian set off to push her suitcase bag. For the last time, Ibra turned to his parents and wife who were waving their hands. Especially the Baras who was looking at him as well.

Somehow Ibra's heart felt heavy to leave Laras. A woman he had been married for a few months.

laras got a look from Ibra who was far away there looking down, her heart unsettled erratically. Sad, haru mixed into one.

"Come, baby. Going home?" take Rahma's mom, pull Laras' dumb hands.

"Yes, Mah," said Laras, following the steps of Rahma and Marwan. Towards parking.

Now they are in the car, driving at low speed. Along with Zayn's car.

Laras look through the window, looking at the shady weather and the sky turned red. The sun sign will soon sink.

I heard the voice of Adzan Magrib. Laras let out a long sigh, no one a single voice let out. In addition to the sound of the engine from the iron horses that passed by on this highway.

"Don't daydream baby, you'll be home soon, hopefully not for a week there." Bu Rahma rubbed the shoulder of Laras who had been daydreaming, his vision was far and wide.

Again Laras sighed, then glanced at Rahma's mother. "No, Mah" with a faint smile. "Some, let it be, right there with his wife, let them have fun."

"Yes, but ... Mama make sure that Mama's son will miss Mama's beautiful daughter-in-law," said Rahma's mother staring at Laras affectionately.

"Yes, Mama's leaving tomorrow?" ask Laras. Don't want to talk about Ibra anymore.

"So, yeah, Dad. Make it home tomorrow morning?" glanced at her husband who was in front with the driver.

"So, Mah." Marwan looked at his wife.

"Tuh .. so baby, how come we just go abroad?" take Rahma's mom.

"You know, but the power is next time aja deh Mah, now this car ride aja dizzy Mah." refused Laras.

"Yes, have. next time, take good care of yourself in the ministry, if there is anything directly contact Mama huh?" keep up Rahma's mom.

Laras nodded and reviewed his smile.

Arriving at the Missions Laras directly into his room. With gontai enter the bathroom, to take ablution water. Hurry to perform the magrib prayer.

Mata Laras looked at the phone that was on a quiet table with no notification at all, Laras hoped there was a message from Ibra.

Suddenly the door of the room Laras, in the gedor from the outside ....

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