Marriage Contract Letter
I'm sorry
Ibra took the drinking water and gulped it. While drinking he daydreamed.
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Laras who was restless since noon, now even daydreaming face his dinner which was just in a stirring. His mind was not calm, his bead eyes looking at the chair that Ibra used to sit on.
"Where is he now?" ask in the heart. The last morning they met.
"Madam why daydream? eating was just in a stir-fry like that, miss mister huh?" scold bu Rika.
Baras looked up and smiled faintly. "Ah, no, Mom-just-"
"What's the Madam? is the food bad, what do you want to eat? or want a restaurant menu, let me order." added Miss Rika.
Laras. "No, it's delicious" Laras said, inserting a spoon into his mouth.
"You know, it's not good, I'll order a better one." continued Rika mom back, afraid of the cuisine in the mension is not tasteful.
"Enak, really. Enough of this, if I want .. surely I will order it myself," said Laras with a smile.
Although not tasteful, but Laras spent his meal even though it was difficult to run out. Then sip her bumil milk.
"Eeh .. have you eaten?" ask Laras.
"It seems, sir tonight is not coming home Mistress." Answer mom Rika.
"Oh," he muttered Laras. "Last noon, didn't come home. Now, don't go home either." he murmured inwardly.
"Maybe you're with Lady Dian, who just came home from vacation. It was noon." continued Rika's mother back. As if answering Laras's question that has not been expressed.
Laras just stared at Rika's mother, without the slightest sound.
After some time, Laras was still sitting in his original place. Occasionally glanced at the chair beside him.
"Huuh .." he took a deep breath. Then he exhaled slowly, then circulated his gaze to all corners of the room whenever anything appeared. But not a single person came.
The barrel mingled with the assistant who was watching television for a while. Before entering his room, occasionally glanced at his silent cell phone. His heart remained riled, unsettled. I don't know what's bothering her at the moment. There was clearly a sense of emptiness that was engulfing his soul.
Finally, Laras moved from his seat. "I want to rest first, okay?" said Laras say goodbye to his assistant including Susi, while Rika's mom went out of nowhere?
The barrel continued to swing its legs down each space. Once in front of the elevator, he stood up and pressed the open button. D in He daydreamed looking at the ceiling of the elevator, until finally the door of the elevator opened. The sign has reached its destination, yes it is the floor where the room is located. Baras's step was so contorted with both hands tucked into his jacket pocket.
Arriving inside the room, Laras dropped himself on the edge of the bed, his net eyes moving sweeping across the quiet room. "O Allah .. why is it, my heart feels troubled, not excited. no passion for anything?" his eyes stared at Ibra's coat hanging near the closet. He came down and approached his hand touching the suit, he smelled the scent of Ibra's durable body stuck there.
Then, Laras' right hand rubbed his stomach, muttering. "But where are you, baby? how come there's no word, do you miss him, your papi's not just ours. But it belongs to other women too, As you often tell me, you must not be spoiled. Must be strong and keep mommy always."
A second later, the barrel replaced the dimmer lamp. Then go back to bed and climb on all fours. Pull the blanket up to cover the chest, he tried to close his eyes even though it was not lena. "Come, sleep don't do this, kill your son if you get sick later." Mumbled, then read the prayer before going to bed.
Several times his mouth yawned, and finally drowsiness came. So that Laras was not able to open both his eyes again so sleepy. Around 23:30 wib. The barrel suddenly woke up and immediately sat down. Rub her eyes and comb her hair with her fingers, bringing all her hair to the right.
Her legs came down dangling down.wanted down, took a drink because her throat felt dry and thirsty. He took the ledge to where the drinking water was, slowly poured water and gulped it down. After storing the glass, he brought back his steps to the bed. But the sound of his cell phone broke the silence.
"Ck, who the hell? don't know what, time for bed." Grouser Laras. Lazily take the phone, on the screen clearly visible my husband calling through the VC connection. But he did not lift immediately, instead let it go. Until the second call, he picked up.
The barrel keeps the phone in front of it leaning against a pile of pillows. Ibra was sitting in a long chair, like she was on a balcony. "What's wrong?"
"How long has it taken?" ibra asked, his eyes looking towards Laras who looked beautiful when he woke up.
"Sleep," said Laras with a lazy tone and rubbed his face lethargic.
"I know, what time is it, .. Your lips are wet, you're drinking?" tanya Ibra pointed at Laras' lips.
Ibra's eyes continued to stare towards Laras with longing gazes. It feels very desirable at this time also to the place of Laras. But there's no way she could have left Dian alone at the hotel. After all this as an apology, which had already disappointed him while abroad.
"Have you eaten?" asked Ibra who continued to look at Laras not separated even a minute.
"Already," answered Laras while confirming his sitting position.
"Why are you grimacing?" ibra asked, seeing Laras grimacing as if he felt pain.
"Ha, no, no pa-pa really," elak Laras responded to Ibra's question, who again asked him something he was unaware of.
"Lied, said. Wh why? mery did something, did she hurt you?" ask Ibra back.
Baras bengong, Ibra know where? about this morning. He did not know what to say, other than silence.
"Answer? your mouth is for talking!" firmly Ibra who kept her eyes fixedly staring towards Laras.
"Em .. Do you know where? just ask the same who has given the information directly.
"I just want an answer from you, yes or no?" ibra again. Crossing his legs, to cover something tense. Though seeing Laras from afar.
Hear that ... The barrel finally nodded. And take the bolster to hug him.
"What's sick? and you're the same as him!"
"Em ... in the push, until I fell out of the chair." Answer Laras slowly.
Ibra turned her eyes. His teeth were grieving. "What a hell of an outrage!"
"Have you checked the contents?" ibra asked very worried about the existence of the barrel and its contents."
"That hurts my ass, not my stomach" Laras said.
"But ... Your stomach could be disturbed, why is Rika and Susi careless anyway? in taking care of yourself." Ibra was also upset with her assistant.
"They're not wrong, Mary attacked me suddenly," continued Laras, not wanting Assistant Mention to be blamed.
Ibra shakes her head again. "Anyways, check the contents tomorrow." Ibra firmly does not want to be denied.
The barrel was silent, not answering at all. "But I'm the one who's sick not the stomach, you're okay, right, son?" batin Laras while stroking his stomach.
"Well, I'm sorry, didn't tell you I didn't come home tonight? I have to be fair anyway. I have to atone for my sin yesterday against Dian," Ibra said, hoping that Laras would understand his position.
Laras looked up, staring at Ibra who was approaching his laptop screen. To redeem sins, what does it mean? but he could not speak through questions.
"Tomorrow I'll be home early in the morning, want him now to go home, but .. there's no way I'm leaving him here alone." Ibra again. "Okay, now .. you take a break. Tomorrow afternoon I'll take you somewhere." Without hearing the answer from Baras. Ibra turned off her VC connection.
"Ke ma-" depends. "Iih .. I want the nanya, just turn it off.!"
The barrel took his cell phone, and then put it on a table near the bed. Laying his head against the pile of pillows, pull the blanket again and close his eyelids again.
Time just keeps turning. The night crickets from the orchard will soon be in the morning. There came the sound of tarhim, a sign that soon it would be dawn.
At dawn, Laras did not wake up even more soundly sleep ....
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Hi... today I am up 3 episodes, instead of yesterday who did not up, hopefully like and thank you for waiting for this crumb novel up🙏
