Marriage Contract Letter

Jutek

Dian finally ruffled her own hair, in great frustration. Ibra turned her head, not unskillful or unconcerned. But want how else the circumstances are not decisive, he did not smell strong if close to Dian.

Ibra closed her eyes. While Dian was crying again, the night that passed by was full of pain. Until the arrival of morning Dian can just sleep soundly.

Ibra had a shower and was ready to leave, no breakfast or a cup of coffee. Or a glass of milk that is often Baras treat when the morning before breakfast.

Ibra looked at Dian who was still sleeping. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you" Ibra murmured. Ibra then leaves Dian in a state of sleep.

Ibra left her apartment for the office, coincidentally her business there was not finished.

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After storing the phone, on the table near his bed. Barrel immediately laid his body, pulled out the blanket and closed his eyes. The night Laras sleep very soundly, until the morning before. Baras had just woken up, he wriggled favorably squinting at the clock that had shown at 03.30 am.

The barrel immediately flicked his blanket rushing into the bathroom. Already in the bathroom directly filling the bathtub,

After the dawn prayer. Baras cleaned his private room. Open all the curtains, then walk to the balcony to breathe the fresh air there. For a while Laras sat on the balcony feeling the fresh breeze this morning sneaking into the skin cells.

About thirty minutes of sitting breathing fresh air, Laras got up from his seat. Towards the kitchen, warmly greeted by the assistants with friendly smiles.

"For Madam, please have breakfast, it's ready, along with the bumil milk for you," said Rika and Susi alternately, after Laras appeared in front of it.

"Morning is also all .." said Laras while pulling a chair to sit.

"Where do you Madam, it seems like the Madam has been fresh in recent days?" ask mom Rika.

"Oh, yes ma'am, it seems like my nausea and dizziness are starting to diminish. Not like before." Barrel pulled his lips smiling.

"Thank God, I'm glad to hear it." Bu Rika nodded.

"Wah .. early in the morning already huddled. Isn't it time to eat?" mery's voice while sitting and wailing.

Bu Rika immediately served him, taking him to eat and drink Mery.

Brak!

Mery's glass of drinking water fell to the floor, his glasses strewn about. "Nyimpen is using dong's eyes, not a pussy." Mery glared and snapped at Rika's mom.

Make Miss Rika's face turn red. "But .. I've properly saved Madam. It's the nudity of the Madam's own hand," I'm Rika's mom, looking down embarrassed at being snapped by her employer, in front of another assistant.

Something he often experienced from Mery, during his work in this ministry. Dian alone never snapped at her even if it was wrong, but Mery, always really made her dignity fall in the eyes of her own subordinates.

"Yes, but that's because you're the one who can't seem to dream it." Mery's voice is getting higher.

"Astagfirullah, already! it's just a small thing, and no one gets hurt, Sus. Please clean the glass, be careful." Laras tried to mediate between the two who were in a dispute and glanced at Susi.

"Yes, Madam." Susi immediately took a rag and broom.

"Other times, be careful!" ketus Mery, still staring hard at Rika's mom.

Bu Rica simply responded with a nod, then made another drink for Mery. Then after that I looked somewhere.

Laras continues his recently delayed breakfast, with a bit of fanfare at the dinner table. "Sir Mery don't be the same, Rika, isn't it. He has a lot of service."

"Look up, the paid guy" said Mery did not want to lose.

Laras shook his head, then finished his breakfast. End drinking only half of the milk.

Then Baras left the place. Heading to his room, before going to the orphanage will pay duha first. There is something lacking, if you have not done that.

After being in the room, Laras immediately took ablution water, in the bathroom. Continue to carry out two rakaat, thirty minutes later Laras was in the lobby waiting for Mr. Barko, who will take him to the orphanage.

"Mrs, do I need to be with you?" reprimand bu Rika from behind Baras.

Laras looked at Rika. "No need, ma'am, you're in Mention, I'm not long," said Laras with a knotty smile.

"Alright, Madam be careful," continued Miss Rika staring at Laras.

"Yes, Mom," then Laras. Approaching the ready car and Mr. Barko opened the door for Laras.

"Thank You Sir?" said Laras while nodding.

Mr. Barko closed the door, then circled the car to sit down. He sat behind the wheel, after putting on his seat belt. The car immediately slid off the Missions yard.

The barrel sat leaning back while receiving a message from Ibra asking for her whereabouts.

"Sir, to xx street huh?" mumbled Laras on Pak Barko who was responded with a nod.

"Eh, sir, stop at alfamart, I'm going shopping for the kids." The barrel is back in sound.

"Okay, young lady."

"Thank you, sir."

Then the car stopped right in front of alfamart. The barrel goes down on its own and goes into alfamart for food shopping. Or a gift for the children of the home.

The barrel was engrossed in shopping, to the extent that the trolley he pushed was full upwards. Then Laras took it to the cashier to pay, finished the count, Laras asked. " How much is it all, Mommy?"

"1.8k Mbak."

"Oh, you know?" Baras took the wallet out of his bag.

The wallet slipped out of hand and fell to the floor, Laras reflexes squatting to pick it up. But before he took it. It was taken first by someone and gave it to Laras.

Laras picked up and looked up, seeing who the person who had been kindhearted took. It turned out that he was a neat-looking young man, standing up and smiling at him. "Goodoo, Mom." Laras nodded.

He responded with a nod and a friendly smile.

Finished paying Laras immediately grabbed his groceries to the door. Because at the door Mr. Barko was waiting and took all the Laras groceries that much.

Baras and Mr. Barko back in the car. Don't forget to put your seatbelt back on. A second later the luxury car continued its journey to the home.

"Sir, where is your wife? how come I never saw him" asked Laras to open a conversation with Mr. Barko.

"My wife .. is at home, Madam. She takes care of the household, babysitting."

"Oh .. so housewives only," said Laras nodding.

Not long after, the car had arrived in front of the parlor. There seems lonely, but maybe because the time to study so quiet. There are only a few that appear to be inside.

"Assalamu'alaikum ..." he went straight in, followed by Mr. Barko who brought Laras groceries.

"Just keep it on the table, sir thank you?" laras.

"Yes, Madam."

"Waduh ... Who's coming? by Allah ... I miss you, son!" the home mom emerged from the kitchen door and immediately hugged Laras full of warmth.

"How are you, ma'am .. I miss Mom too." Laras returned the hug of the home.

"Kakak ... kak Laras .. how did it come? just remember us?" the children scatter and hug Laras. They were very happy to welcome the arrival of Laras.

"Sister, I'm sorry. Not just remembered, but just now. Sorry huh? instead .... brother bring souvenirs that can be for you, who wants?"

"You ...? answer them very boisterously.

"Alright, you can take whatever you like ..." The barrel pointed to a table full of groceries.

The housewife who sat on the sofa, her face was so happy. Seeing the kids at pleasure.

Laras sat his body near the orphanage. "How's Mom doing?"

"Good, Barrel. Mother's news is very good. I'm happy .. so you always take the time to come here."

"Mother, Laras can't forget this place, or forget you. That's not possible." Laras.

Laras hugged the mother of the home that he considered to be the mother. Miss the parlour patted Laras' back.

"You're getting pretty, son?" staring lovingly.

Laras blushed shyly receiving praise from the home mom. "Mother can, Mother also still looks beautiful and youthful."

Miss parlour, daze, look at the car hanging out outside. "That's your car?" tanyakanya.

Before answering Laras' faint smile, he thought it seemed like he should tell her about his marriage to Ibra. What to cover? he was determined to keep her. "That's .. that's Laras' husband's car, ma'am."

The mother of the parlour was stunned to hear the word husband, while she herself as the caretaker Laras from childhood was not told when her marriage. "What?" the mother looked towards Laras as if she wanted to dive into the contents of Laras' heart.

"Before, I apologized profusely to Mom." Then Laras told her from the beginning of Dian's proposal to her. He told me everything without anyone to cover Laras, until finally now he was in a parlour to visit.

Every now and then the mother of the parlour shook her head and let out a long sigh. "Cock can be like that? although I'm disappointed, because you didn't invite Mom, but I support whatever your decision is."

"Thank you, Mom." Laras rubbed the back of the hand of the house mom.

The phone Baras rang, and Baras immediately picked up and scrolled the ijo icon and it was a VC call from Ibra. "Ih ... What's the matter?" mumbles Baras.

Laras mobile phone position to be visible to himself and the home mom. "What's wrong? just disturb! I'm talking to the home mom." ketus Laras while glancing at the home mom.

"Eh .. may dong, I want to know the whereabouts of my wife. Jutek is a wife." Ibra grinned and mangosteen at the home.

The housewife replied with a nod and a smile. She thought this must be her husband Laras. "Beautiful as well and polite, his face was very handsome. It's natural that many women are willing to be his wife."

"Who is jutek? it's normal," said Laras.

"Mom, the same number of children Mother this one, do not like to be angry with the husband. Don't sell expensive, if kangen just say it. Don't hate it, tell me, Mom." Ibra raised her eyebrows.

The housewife laughed at Ibra's words. While Laras is ticking.

"Tuh, Mum. Her eyes like glaring at the husband, can't you, Mom?" connect Ibra.

The mother glanced at Laras who was glancing her eyes at Ibra. "Yes, you can't be. It must be gentle, it must be polite! let's add it in, baby."

"Em .. Upright, who's glaring? this, is innate from where my eyes are like this," elak Laras pursed his lips. Yes already? turn off, not work, just play on the phone!"

"Who's playing mobile phone baby .. don't see your husband is busy?" timpal Ibra is really struggling with a large map.

Outside the house, a car came in and parked there. Out came a handsome, humble young man approaching the door ....

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