Marriage Contract Letter

The great attraction of Laras

Ibra rubbed her face rough many times. "Yes ... already, take care of our children yes, do not let anything that is not desired."

"Yes, sir, uh Brother! oya, I'm asking permission, right? tomorrow I want to go to the orphanage, have not visited them for a long time" Laras said, uniting his hands.

Ibra stared for a moment. "What time?"

"Em ... around 09.00 can ya? not long." The sound of Laras weld and bite his lower lip.

Ibra swallowed her saliva many times, she felt Laras was very seductive. If only in front of the eyes were eager to pounce on him. Huh ... Ibra was throwing her rough breath. "May, but I'll have Zayn drive you."

"Loh .. There's Mr. Barko who'll take me!" elak Laras's.

"Yes, there is, but .. okay. Okay, Mr. Barko, Zayn happens to be busy in the office. Don't be long and don't mess around either."Added Ibra.

Laras. "What sort?" her beautiful eyes.

"Don't meet guys" Ibra said again.

Laras flicked his lips. "He himself who plays women, even suspicious of people, is aware?" mumbles Slowly. It was clearly heard by Ibra.

"Conscious, Miss .. I realize," while grinning.

"Yes, already. I'm going to sleep, "pull the blanket over and pretend to yawn.

"It's still afternoon Miss," said Ibra, reluctantly turning off her VC.

"What? it may still be late in the afternoon, here it is night woy .." said Laras.

"Ck ... do not want to accompany what husband? have not served the husband for days, accompany the conversation just do not want. Fate," grumbled Ibra lethargic.

"Aish .. If there were, I would have served. People don't exist! giman wants to serve? there's also his wife there." Laras no less grumbling.

Ibra unbuttoned her shirt, so her chest was open. Feeling sultry, hot. Perhaps it was because of the passionate impulse he was feeling at the moment.

Secretly, Laras bit his lip. Saw Ibra bare-chested, whose chest was plane, which made her comfortable in his arms. Seconds later Down sad, rubbing his stomach behind the blanket. "Your father is far away dear, so can't hold us.

Ibra looked at the sad looking Laras. "You why? nausea again or dizziness again, or later I go home to bring what? ask Ibra. Can't hide his longing eyes.

The barrel responds only with a slow slit. "I need nothing but you to come home and embrace me" Inner Laras.

As Dian walked in and closed the door, Ibra turned to her, "You're home, where's the groceries?"

Dian stared at the screen of Ibra's laptop that was VC with Baras. He waved at Laras as if to say one.

"Not so, lazy."

"alright. You just sleep it's night," said Ibra immediately turned off his VC connection.

Ibra closed her laptop and rushed to the bathroom to clean up, the body felt sticky, sultry. Sweat pouring, all calming something tense and thrashing from earlier. Very torturing of him.

"Uh ..." throw his breath away. "Can there be a headache if the gini continues?" then he took off all his clothes. Then stand under the warm shower.

So great is the appeal of Laras, so that from afar was able to make Ibra dependent on him.

Dian prepared dinner at the table, so that Ibra finished the bath directly eating. Boro-boro eats romantically outside the two, just close together. Dian swallowed saliva stuck in the throat, it hurt, sad to cry so badly, want to scream as loud as possible. When considering Ibra's attitude.

Ibra came out and looking for clothes in her closet, Dian stared fixedly at Ibra who was wrapped in a towel. Her eyes were teary, however she was a wife who needed touch and affection from her husband.

Then Dian threw away her face and stood entering the bathroom. Czechoslovakia! locking the door and sitting on the lip of the bathtub, turning the tap, he cried and let out all the irritation his heart was so sick. His position became down, sitting on the floor hugging his knees, drowning his face there. With a flood of tears that wet the cheeks.

Finished wearing clothes, Ibra immediately ate her own dinner. Then lay down on the sofa where he rested every night, while turning on the television. Suddenly the sound of his cell phone rang.

"Hello boss. Did you know that? if there's an incident in your house." Zayn's voice from the sea.

Ibra frowned in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"The barreled into the pool, while he could not swim, causing him to faint" Zayn said.

"Huh?" Ibra was really surprised to hear this time. "Seriously?" as if not believing.

"Right boss, I heard from Rika's mom, she told me a story and I checked the truth. He was pushed by your wife, Mery."

Ibra clenched her hands. Very furious to hear it, Mery could have done that to Laras. "How did Laras go after him? every time I VC him, he's fine, and never told me anything."

"It was at the request of Laras, so as not to tell anyone including yourself," continued Zayn..

"I will not forgive him, if anything happens to Laras or his womb. How dare he hurt Laras, gather all the evidence. Let me go home and everything is ready! cctv also secure." Ibra's Message. The look on his face buckled, feeling annoyed and worried.

"Okay, boss," said Zayn.

"Keep watching over my house" Ibra said.

"alright, boss. It's sleepy, see you." Zayn hung up on her phone.

Ibra pensively, her hand put the phone into her pants pocket. Huh ... again took a breath away, then looked up to the pitch-black sky decorated with only one shining star.

Dian, who was getting ready to sleep, sat with her eyes leaning out of the balcony, where Ibra was standing and talking on the phone.

Not long after, Ibra entered and glanced at Dian who was looking at her. "Not slept?"

Dian shakes. "Not yet, what's up? it's really serious."

"Yes, in the mension. Mery did something," said Ibra standing up.

"How do you do, baby? sit with me." Dian patted the mattress next door, for Ibra to sit nearby.

Ibra sat on the edge of the bed, but away from Dian. "Yes, throw a tantrum, and push Laras into the pool. While the barrel can't swim."

Dian gasped to hear it. "What's? is that right, dear? keep how the situation of the barrel and its contents, not to anyone, right?" however, Dian is worried about the condition of Laras, especially the child in her birth.

Before answering. Ibra took a deep breath, then he exhaled very long. "No, Laras just fainted."

"Yes ..thank God, I feel relieved that, they're okay." Added Dian.

"I also did not expect, that Mery would do that," Ibra said with a laugh.

"Maybe .. they misunderstood dear," continued Dian as he approached, his hands were stretched out to hug Ibra.

But Ibra moved away and stood up. "I'm sorry, honey, don't get too close. I'm not strong with your perfume."

Dian looked sadly at Ibra, her tears starting to inundate. Lips vibrate. Resisting anger that he cannot express.

Ibra felt guilty, staring softly at the crying Dian. But no sound. "I'm sorry, baby? maybe later if I don't feel weird anymore. We can be as usual."

Ibra swung her steps. Towards where he rested, yes it was a long sofa that he had occupied for a few days, so as not to be with Dian.

Dian felt her chest so tight. Again I feel pain, I want it to feel. Clawing something ....

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