Marriage Contract Letter

Like a banana tree

Mery savagely kissed Ibra's face, hoping her husband would touch her to get pregnant. Ibra remained silent without expression.

Mery was surprised, less interesting what the heck he had this body goal. People just get up even if they just see it, let alone touch it, it is strange that Ibra remains cold and does not respond.

Irritated, Mery took off everything she was wearing so she was completely innocent.Taking Ibra's hand, she invited him to bed. Up on the edge of the bed, they faced. Mery's gaze was filled with the fog of passion, his hands moved open Ibra's pajamas that were silent. Like a banana tree that lives but does not move.

"I'm your wife, but why aren't you passionate at all? ever since there was a barrel you only touched me once, what I was lacking" Mary's voice rose.

"I also need a touch, I also want to get pregnant with your child," sat languidly on the edge of the bed.

"Want to get pregnant with my child? where have you been? before I got married to Laras you went anywhere I asked!"

Mery looked up. Then stood back closer to Ibra's body. "Why is yours it doesn't want to get up. .. am I ready?" mery yelled while shaking Ibra's heirloom very anxiously.

"Don't you, I wonder myself, why it suddenly died, don't want to live for a moment." Ibra's mind is not out of thought.

"Okay, you want me to touch it, right?" Ibra. With both hands holding Mery's shoulders, and Mary's body, Ibra thrust into the bed and restrained her. But not for him to touch, but he took something out of his pocket.

Mery was happy. He thought Ibra took out her sword which might suddenly wake up. But how gasp Mery when he saw Ibra's hand holding a cell phone, he thought that Ibra would take a photo of him who was lying without a thread.

But what's going on? Ibra played a video of Mery's bed scene with another man. To Mery's surprise, he pulled a blanket to cover his body.

"Looking carefully with your eyes, who is doing this with a man who is not her husband?" hardik Ibra while pointing the phone that was playing the video. And dozens of photos depicting Mery with another man.

Mery was very shocked and mixed with fear, looking at Ibra's bulging eyes and her high voice booming. Mery's face turned pale instantly.

"Don't ever hope, I'll touch your body even to the tip of a nail. Especially after you found out you're talking to another man, it's not like a whore." Firm Ibra. "I'm disgusted to see it, let alone touch it." she cried again.

Mery shook his head. "No-no, that's a misunderstanding. It was just an acting scene, nothing more" Mery admitted.

"What's? just acting? you said it was just acting!" Ibra repeated Mery's words.

"I swear, that it's just acting, not the truth" said Mery, who kept dodging while hugging the blanket as her body cover.

Ibra let out a very long sigh, her hands tidying up the clothes attached to her body. "From now on .. I drop 3 talaq on you. And from now on you are no longer my wife." Ibra said as she breathed in from her nose.

"I don't want to, don't divorce me, please .. I don't want you to divorce." Mery welds, he descends, kneels at Ibra's feet.

Her cheeks were wet with tears. Never imagined that what he planned was contrary to reality. Hopes of becoming a billionaire by having a child on behalf of the CEO are dashed, now having to swallow a bitter pill.

"I'm sorry, what I said, I can't take it anymore. The word sacred has been said, I cannot err. Please sort out all your stuff, yes, the car I'll pull. Some of the assets you have will come back to me, one more. Divorce papers will follow."

Mery's mind was like a slow, heart-wrenching tip of a knife. "You're not fair, very unfair." Hik hik hik .. sobbing.

"That's your fault. You're the one who's throwing a tantrum, so don't blame anyone else." Firmly Ibra while removing Mery's hand from her foot. Then it passed from that room, brugh! ibra's door closes again.

Mery was pensive, as if in disbelief. With what just happened, something very short. He stood up, his hands clamping down on the blanket, rubbing his wet face rough.

Lingerie on the floor. Then sat down daydreaming on the edge of the bed, propping his chin with his hands. Then move around the room. Suddenly she screamed and ruffled her hair like a frustrated person. Sit on the bedside, please,

Mery hugged her knees while crying. Regretting why everything didn't go according to plan?

Ibra's steps were wide, it didn't take long to get to her room. Now that he was in the room and stripped off his clothes, wanted to clean up, he felt disgusted by the touch of Mery on his body.

He soaked with a whistling mouth, from now on the burden of his mind has been reduced again. Now he lives to think of a house for Laras, so as not to one roof with another wife in this ministry.

After bathing, he rushed to take clothes in the wardrobe.the clothes that had been attached to his body were all he put into the trash can.

It is neat, fragrant and fresh. Dropped his body on the bed with his hands crossed over his chest, a loose look at the ceiling.

Sleeping on the left side, not lena. the right side is also finally sitting cross-legged, turning the clock has shown at 00.50 wib. He lowered his feet to the floor and finally decided to go to Laras' room.

When he got to the door he had trouble opening it, probably in the key from the inside. But Ibra knew the code, so the door was open. Slowly he closed back.

The pace that is barely heard by anyone including those who have their own steps. Ibra approached Laras who was sleeping very soundly. He climbed very slowly to the bed Laras, do not let the master wake up.

The barrel squirms, but with the eyes closed. Making Ibra motion stopped for a moment, after believing Laras back to sleep. He just laid his body beside Laras, Ibra's bead eyes move looking at the deep. Maybe he was serving his dream.

Cup, Ibra landed his kiss on Laras' forehead. Lama ... landed there, which became the airport did not respond in the slightest.

Ibra's lips smiled looking at such a slick face. Pasting his index finger to Laras cheek, in elus-elus slowly .. while still grinning. "Momy mu, so good sleep dear, so that Papi is not in the same Momy nih, Momy evil dear ... Papi, it's lonely." murmured Ibra as if talking to a child.

The palm of Ibra's hand rubbed Laras' stomach which was originally under the blanket, now the blanket down to the bottom of the stomach. "Darling, what are you doing, Papi's son? take care of Momy, and don't be naughty there. Don't make Mommy bother, Papi love you." Cup tasting stomach Very soft barrel.

Then raise the blanket again to cover up the chest. Just as his hand reached there, he swallowed his saliva that was stuck in his throat.

"Ah, shit ... Why wake up? don't wake up dong. I find it hard to control," murmured inner Ibra, sighing and rolling her body to the side, trying to go on her stomach to suppress something tense. But unable to suppress his desire.

Looking up and staring at Laras eager to wake up, his hands were already preparing to wake Laras. But ...he paused the intention and retracted his hand.

"Ah, ck ck." Ibra got up and rushed down, swinging her steps into the bathroom for what?

Twenty minutes later, Ibra came out of the bathroom. Returning to bed, Laras had already changed his sleeping position, so facing the wall. Ibra immediately went into the blanket and hugged Laras' stomach from behind, after several yawning finally Ibra closed, sleep hugging the body of the wife.

At 03.00 wib. Baras woke up, writhing, but his hand was stuck to someone's face. He squinted his eyes and found Ibra sleeping beside him.

"When, right here? this, it's time for him." murmured Laras while rubbing his eyes. Then down into the bathroom, it feels heavy to want to pee.

Before going to bed again, he took a glass of water and drank it. Lek, lek. Lek ... the sound of water running down his throat. Huah ... "N sleepy." The barrel crawled up, entered the blanket and slept again.

At about 05:00 Laras woke up again and found Ibra's hand clasping at her waist. Laras raised his hand and Ibra wanted to move it, but it was heavy.

"Ih, very heavy, even though only a hand doang," the voice of the typical Laras wake up.

Ibra who had woken up secretly smiled.heard Laras grumbling and trying to move his hand from the stomach of Laras. Ibra is intentionally heavy.

Laras turned his head towards Ibra who was squeaking and smiling. Irritated, Laras hit Ibra's hand, saying. "Iih ... even laugh! off, heavy." nih."

"Why, why not bring this?" sahut Ibra with his heavy voice.

"Emang not brought, I want to wake up .. it's dawn." Grouser Laras.

"Yes, let it be" said Ibra, tightening her arms and sticking her lips around Laras' neck. "Em ... cold."

Make the barrel bristle for a moment. The feather stands. "Ck, take a shower."

"Whenever shower? we're not doing anything" in the same position. Even now his lips move slightly tasting the neck of the Baras level. His breath swept across the entire back of the skin.

"It's normal, shower gini in the morning," replied Laras. You're taking a shower too, coming into the office, right?" laras's Mumbles. He also enjoyed the warm embrace of Ibra.

"Hem .. the atmosphere is still cool gini, it's nice to hug." The whisper of Ibra.

Silent barrel. Not replying to anything, other than being silent and closing his eyes again.

Looking at the silent Laras, Ibra mischievously bit the small neck behind Laras and his hand completely locked onto Laras' body.

Ibra even smiled widely and again kissed him very gently.

"I want to wake up. It's noon." Complaints Darser.

Ibra pulled Laras' body to face him. The barrel also according to his body. "You, you wanna wake up?" tanya Ibra looked at the face of Laras who was still the face of the pillow. Laras nodded.

"If so, kiss me first!" pinta Ibra with a very soft voice.

Laras shook his head in shame, but Ibra tried to seduce him until he could.

"Come, kiss here first, if you don't want to. I'll let you go in thirty minutes and take a shower, how about it?" raise his eyebrows, and point out the place where Laras should kiss.

"These are people, if there is any desire of mine. Not enough last night with Mery? batin Laras while staring at the wall.

"Let's dong baby, hunt for noon." persuaded Ibra.

With hesitation, Laras moved his head to get closer to the husband's face. Greeted cheerfully by Ibra of course. Cup Laras landed his kiss on Ibra's lips gently, Ibra was very happy to make, while Laras was shy as she was, never had he kissed a man before, just this time. "It."

"Not yet, one more time." Ibra was intentionally confused.

"Otherwise? ij ..." Pouty barrel.

Ibra pushed Laras' shoulder to the back, and soon he kissed Laras' right and left cheeks repeatedly.

After which, Ibra stared with a satisfied smile on her lips, Laras hurried to get up, revealing the blanket, down to the floor. Immediately enter the bathroom while grumbling. "You just have to wake up and make some drama first. Weird."

Ibra looked at the back of Laras grinning perfectly. Funny, pregnant still shy.

After finishing with morning activities in his room Laras. Ibra is also neat with a formal suit that is ready there, then Laras want to clean up in Ibra's private room.

"I want to clean up in your room first, okay?" Laras was about to swing his pace, after pairing the Ibra tie.

But Ibra grabbed his hand Laras not to go first. Embracing her waist and hugging her, then they faced each other, their beads glaring at each other so closely.

"My company first," Ibra's voice softly.

"What else?" asked Laras while sticking his hands together so that Ibra's chest and chest were a distance away.

"You don't clean up my room, just later. I still want to be with you." with increasingly clingy gazes.

Laras tries to avoid Ibra's gaze. "It's noon, it's breakfast time. We wake up bad luck ...."

"Well, did we wake up bad? aren't you the one who keeps teasing me."

"Aish .. turned the facts upside down," Laras was annoyed and turned his gaze to any place.

"Yes, already ... If you don't want to make your husband happy, okay-okay, I won't force the will." Ibra let go of her embrace and tidied up the suit, then passed.

The barrel pecked in place, he did not understand Ibra's intent. Doesn't he know what Ibra wants?

But before crossing the door, Ibra's steps stopped. "Why am I angry with him? it's clear he's a big selling, pretending not to want, but he likes it!

Finally Ibra, turned the body. Approaching Laras, kneeling right in front of Laras. The barrel retreated one step, but Ibra pulled it closer. Ibra seemed to want to communicate with her baby candidate.

Ibra's face is very close to Laras' stomach. "Bagy darling? fine over there yeah, don't be naughty and don't bother Momy yeah .. good boy." While stroking.

"Mamiy?" inner Barrel. "My call Momy? funny too," secretly barrel mesem. Heard Mommy's call.

Ibra unbuttoned the Barrel shirt, so that the skin of his stomach is visible and can be touched directly by his hands. Ibra kissed the stomach so much that Laras felt moist. "Honey, remind Mommy, to eat and drink milk. So you're there healthy. Today ... Papa will be busy outside and today Dian's mother will be home. Papa, you're Mommy?" cup, the last kiss on Barrel's stomach.

Ibra stood up again, reaching for Laras' hand. "Yu, we're having breakfast. After eating. Just to my private room," led Laras.

The barrel followed Ibra's steps, not forgetting to close the room door first. They walk looking friendly even though there is still a sense of awkwardness in Laras. It's not good if you suddenly see Dian for example.

Arriving in front of the dining table, Ibra prepared a chair to sit Baras. "Thank you?" said Laras with a sweet smile.

"Baby-sama!" sahut Ibra sat himself beside Laras.

"Ow .. so sweet, Mr and Mrs Young, make this heart how ... so." Susi's voice while preparing breakfast for her two employers. Replied with a smile by Laras.

"Morning, Mister?" greet bu Rika who is out of nowhere, so that it just appeared in that place.

"Morning too," Ibra replied while bringing the bumil milk closer to Laras.

Bu Rika served directly, her employer. Take the plate and fill it.

"Oy, has Mery eaten yet?" ask Ibra to Rika's mom.

Laras looked at Ibra between his meals. And his eyes looked for Mery's whereabouts who might have come to that place.

"Looks, madam Mery didn't come down to eat, sir." replied Ms. Rika.

"Oh, but it's still in her room?" ask Ibra again.

"Eh .. less know, sir."

"okay." Ibra nodded, then finished her breakfast very greedily.

"Mom, later I send the command, on WhatsApp and work according to the command." explained Ibra again on Ms. Rika.

"Good, Sir." Bu Rika nodded.

Laras was astonished, he raised his face and ventured to ask. "What order?"

Ibra glanced, "Later too, will know for yourself."

Barrels were confused and increasingly curious. But not daring to ask again, Ibra immediately finished her breakfast, then grabbed a glass filled with water. He sips up the toilet.

"I left first, well at home" Ibra said as she moved and shifted her chair.

Laras stood up and grabbed Ibra's hand and kissed her. After that, Ibra held the head of Laras and kissed his wife on the forehead.

Susi and the other assistant closed their eyes when the employer kissed the young mistress on the forehead.

Then Ibra left, rushed into the elevator so quickly and soon got below and Zayn was waiting there.

Barrel sat back down, to finish his breakfast. "Aw sick!" pekik Laras ....

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