Marriage Contract Letter

Don't wanna wake up

"Lazy ah, at most the man many wives, who calls, who else? the only person he knows is my new contact" Laras murmured as he pulled the blanket.

Until midnight, Laras was still awake. He couldn't sleep, he spent his time watching television. "Uuh ... My eyes can't be closed either," he murmured.

In the end, he turned off the television, if the lights were clearly replaced from still late afternoon, was dim in the room that was the size of that spacious. The barrel lay facing the wall decorated with beautiful wall hangings.

Laras eye beads down every decoration attached there, until finally the beads of Laras eyes focus on his wedding photo with Ibra. Where he wears a white kebaya and Ibra in an ash suit.

"Maybe .. right now you're hugging Dian. Ah, may your days there be a lot of fun." Please Laras while still looking at the photo.

The palm rubbed his stomach. "Several days you don't feel the nausea and dizziness that is so excruciating, as before. You're so good, son. Doesn't make me bother anymore." Barrel smiled. "Em .. be patient baby, maybe some day your papa comes home and will see you."

The eyelids are closed too. He fell into a deep sleep, to the point that he dreamed, he slept in Ibra's arms, buried his head in the chest of the field. Ibra's hand caress so gently on her head swept to the ends of the hair.

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While Ibra was still awake, his sleep was not lena. Turn right and then turn left uncomfortable too, then back, feeling hot. Throw the blanket over the end of the sofa. Unbuttoned pajamas, until bare-chested, he sat up straight and sipped a glass of water that was already available at the table.

Dian who was sleeping well. Waking up and finding Ibra bare-chested on the sofa, Dian further squinted her eyes. Then wriggled his body, glancing at the new clock at 01:30 local time.

"Darling, haven't you slept or just woke up?" dian's raucous voice made Ibra turn her head.

"I ... haven't been able to sleep dear difficult to sleep," said Ibra glanced at a glance.

Dian got down, walked over to Ibra and sat on the Sofa about less than a meter from Ibra's seat. "Honey. Don't you smell that I'm wearing your perfume, scented, right?"

Although still a pillow face, but clearly visible sumringah. In his heart he had new hope. Ibra stared fixedly and sniffed a little, but her nose could not smell anything. From Dian's body.

With a fluffy smile Dian rushed over and held a hand around Ibra's neck. His face was close to Ibra's. Ibra's eyeballs swept over the beautiful scenery that was before his eyes, how not? his eyes looked at Dian's chest that was poking out.

He used to like to play there. Enjoy the beauty of Dian. But after a few days of being here he never did again. Let alone touching, just approach reluctantly.

Dian developed a happy smile more, because he thought this time Ibra would not refuse him again. He immediately showed his aggressiveness, Dian's lips immediately****** Ibra's lips were very savage. Then trace the cheeks, neck, move to the forehead, down again to the lips, neck.

Ibra was silent. Sitting leaning against the sofa with her hands stretched out, Dian grew more and more free, she switched the position of sitting on Ibra's thigh. Dian smirked and continued his ferocious touch. The palm of Dian's hand went down Ibra's chest sitting back.

Clearly Dian's passion rose, from his eyes and behavior, he continued to kiss the cheeks, forehead, neck Ibra who began to stir his lust. Dian's hunting breath is getting worse. His hands were increasingly free to touch the strange property of Ibra, although Ibra had begun to enjoy and breath panting. But somehow heirloom objects aka juniornya not wake up too.

Dian continued to increase her passion Ibra with all her efforts, and Ibra began to compensate Dian's aggressiveness. Ibra replies to every touch of the wife, but still nil result. Still his junior fell asleep, unable to be disturbed at all. Dian was disappointed, and he was ready to do so.

Dian jolted, his heart was very disappointed, because Ibra's heirloom was not awake.

How goitre Dian's feeling right now, angry, upset. Sad, just chaotic mixed into one, could not be described with words. She screamed, ruffled her hair and screamed in frustration.

Ibra was only dumbfounded with breath still hunting. Napsu has climbed in the crown but his heirloom is completely helpless. Dian was crying all over, sitting on the sofa hugging her knees.

Ibra got confused not knowing what to do? yesterday did not want to be close to the wife because of the smell, now after somewhat better. It was even his that did not want to wake up.

Ibra's hand touched Dian's shoulder as she said. "Dear, I'm sorry?"

But Dian brushed aside his dislike and continued to cry more and more bitterly. Hope for fun Abroad is dashed already. Moreover, this is the last night and tomorrow is preparing to go home.

All Ibra could do when she was dumb, unable to speak anymore. With his mind hovering, completely inexhaustible.

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Today the schedule Baras check the content as planned earlier. The doctor had arrived and Laras followed a series of examinations in a special room, which was still in the ministry. Barrels accompanied by Rika's mom.

"Where's the doc, the condition of the young mistress' womb?" rika asked the obstetrician while glancing at Laras who was sitting in front of her.

"The dependency is good, very Healthy, just .. avoid stress, do not mind much too. And this is a prescription when it feels nausea and excessive dizziness," said doctor Siska.

"Thank you doc" Rika nodded.

"Yes, doc thanks?" continued Laras while carving a smile on his lips.

"One more time ... I say thank you doc?" said Miss Rika.

"Together ma'am, greetings to lord Ibra." Doctor Siska goes and leaves Rika's mother.

After the doctor came home, Laras took a walk to the vegetable garden located on the top floor. There are many vegetables such as mustard, cabbage, carrots. Eggplants are also onions and chilies and tomatoes. Baras gawking very amazed, the time here was not as complete as this.

"I want a metic .. but what metic is it?" tapping a finger to his chin.

"Yes .. make eggplant soy sauce, or sambal eggplant. Yeah-huh ..." The barrel immediately plucked a long eggplant. Coincidentally there's a basket there. Not to forget he also picked big chili, tomatoes and cayenne pepper.

"Madam, let me get it for Madam, don't bother going down by yourself. Dirty," the gardener's voice graciously, which appeared behind Laras.

Laras turned his head, and returned his smile before speaking. "No pa-pa Mas. Don't take nicotine, it's all right!"

"Oh, don't you want to add any more?" ask her again.

Laras. "No, if you need more. I just need this."

The gardener nodded respectfully at Laras who was preparing to leave, toting a long eggplant in the basket.

Now Laras was in the kitchen and immediately washed what he brought.

"Mrs from the garden apparently?" scold bu Rika. Staring at Laras who washes long eggplant, then cut into pieces as he wishes.

"Eh. Yes, Madam. I was in the garden, I saw fresh vegetables. It became interested in methik," said Laras nengir.

"Oh, what do you want to cook, ma'am? let another assistant help the young lady" Rika continued.

"No, Ma. I can do it myself. I want to make spicy eggplant balado, em .. it's already on the tongue." Timpal Laras, now he is busy cooking spicy eggplant balado is not a soy sauce seasoning. As he wanted.

After ripening, of course, Laras immediately devoured it with pleasure, Miss Rika and others also tasted Laras cuisine and all said delicious. The cook said, this will be Laras' favorite dish, and they will serve this one to his master.

The sky began to turn red. Even dusk comes a sign that night will come in place of day. Laras, who was mingling with the assistants, immediately entered his room because the magrib adhan had begun to reverberate, and Laras would prepare to fulfill his duties as a Muslim.

After performing the prayer. Suddenly Laras really wants to eat chicken satay but directly in place. "Ow .. want to eat satay, feel already on the tongue. How's dong? did you come out, Susi just once?"

The barrel rushed towards the elevator down to the kitchen. To find Susi or any other assistant. After arriving at the kitchen directly approached Rika's mother. "Mom, I'm going out, looking for satay, I really want to eat satay."

"Why don't you ask the assistant to buy it, ma'am, or order it online." Bu Rica looked towards Baras.

"No, Ma. I want to eat right on the spot, Mom .. It's already on the tongue." Rajuk Laras's.

"Oh, yes, let me call Susi and Mr. Barko to deliver you." Ms. Rika immediately called Mr. Barko to prepare the car, and Susi who will accompany.

Then Laras walks towards the terrace, Susi follows from behind.

Both are in the car. "Sir, find a satayman? chicken satay. Or goats are also not pa-pa." said Laras staring at the driver.

Mr. Barko nodded and immediately hit the gas, drove his car looking for a satay sale.

"Mrs, not sataymen, but who sells satay times huh? because even if we find a satayman, if not sold, it's free." Susi turned to Laras who was beside her.

"Oh, yes, huh? pinter you're Susi." Laras grinned while holding his bag.

About 15 minutes directly find the nearest goat satay. Direct barrel order 25 skewers and want to eat on the spot, not long intervals order Laras ready at the table. He smiled and immediately tasted it. "Let's Sus eat?" laras said to Susi who was silent.

"Madam, since we've been sitting here, there's someone looking at Madam." Susi Whispe.

"Who?" Laras turned his head in the direction Susi was referring to ....

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