Marriage Contract Letter

Our baby's got it

To the extent of the Prohibition of bad luck, five o'clock. Just awoke. Half-jumping he went down to the bathroom, but his legs were wrapped around a blanket, so as to block his footsteps. And almost fell down, his body shaved, at that moment his heart brimmed. Out of nowhere it came from there was a hand that caught the waist of Laras.

Barrel gasp. "Astagfirullah, astagfirullah." With his body still floating, he stared at the face before him. Half in disbelief he rubbed his eyes many times remaining the same, the face he saw that-that too.

Finally the unblinking look Laras saw that face. Likewise the pair of eyes continued to stare with tightly coiled hands at his waist.

For a long time the hand, pulled the body of Laras and brought into his embrace. The two hands were embracing Laras' body very tightly, Laras was more and more surprised. In a state not fully aware, the new result of waking up and shocked to see the clock that is already noon. He returned the man's embrace and buried his face in the chest of the field.

Silent!

The burly hand occasionally stroked the hair of the Barrel which was still disheveled. And his chin is attached to the head of Laras. Laras's feelings are still not good considering the incident just now, which almost, might make him fall to the floor.

"When have you been here?" tanya Laras lirih accompanied by a raucous voice.

"From .. before you wake up."

"But .. I didn't see it!" the sound was very slow and almost inaudible.

"Delicious."

"Huh."

"Eh .. I mean, you're looking to the left, obviously if you don't see me," said Ibra, who continued to wipe the hair Laras slightly wavy natural.

Baras was silent for a while and still felt at home with that hug. But he soon realized, if not dawn prayer. "Yes Allah .. I have not yet prayed at dawn," immediately let go of the embrace and moved away. Turn around, step towards the bathroom.

Ibra who still wants to enjoy the condition just now. A little disappointed, but what a power, he could only scratch his non-itchy head and sit on the sofa while playing his phone.

Before long, Laras returned from the bathroom and hurriedly took his prayer tool. Ibra's eyes continued to pay attention to what Laras did. It was as if someone was whispering right in his ear. "Papi ... Why just look at mommy? and do not do what mommy did," at once Ibra was surprised, looking at the empty right and left there was no one. Ibra rubbed her face many times, the sound of the little boy ringing clearly in the ears.

Huoh ... Ibra took a deep breath and many times he exhaled violently. His face turned pale, looking at Laras who was raising his hand. Praying.

Laras kept his prayer tool in place, his eyes moved to look at the slightly pale Ibra and continued to wipe it. Laras approaching. "You why? it hurt?" sit down and sit on a separate sofa.

Ibra even looked at Laras' face so closely. "It's a very small voice." The inner Ibra who felt very astonished.

Laras returned Ibra's gaze so that their beads met for a moment. Since the question was not answered, Ibra moved to sit near the ibra and his hand was fixed to the cold temple of Ibra.

Ibra's eyes continued to look at Laras. "What ... You hear something? when you prayed."

Laras. "No, I didn't hear anything."

"What's right?" ibra half-believed.

"Really! what do you hear?" ask Laras curiously.

Ibra swept her eyes across all the rooms. "Tadi ... I heard a child's voice here."

"Ah time anyway?" Baras does not believe. "I didn't hear at all."

"Right, I heard it! she called me Papi and called you Mommy." Ibra is sure.

Ha ha ha ... Laras laughs. "You are, too imagining about the child, so it's like that, there's just that" said Laras, shaking his head and shaking his hands.

Ibra was stunned, then said. "Maybe."

Then Ibra turned towards the silent Laras, advancing his firm body on Laras, so that Laras' body retreated backwards and stuck to the shoulder of the sofa.

Smirked. "You're saying I'm too imaginative? yeah I miss our son too much, don't you miss that kid hem?" ibra's voice was right in front of Laras' face and Ibra's palm rubbed his head until Laras' cheek very gently.

Netra's eyes Laras continued to move looking towards Ibra. "I-i"

"Shett .. need not be answered, I know you love him very much, and certainly miss him," Ibra's index finger was pinned on Laras' lips so that the sound of Laras hangs.

Barrel's chest is up and down and his breathing is irregular. His heart was beating very fast with this kind of position. Where the body of Ibra as if to overlap his body that is leaning on the sofa.

Long ... they are in such a position. Only the netra of their moving eyes looked at each other, and Ibra's hand continued to caress the smooth smooth cheek of Laras.

Making Laras close his eyes, no matter what he feels at the moment, a feeling that is difficult to express with words. Strange whirring sneaks throughout his body Laras. His hand moved stroking Ibra's fine hair, just above her ear.

Lama Ibra put lips on the skin of his wife's stomach. There is a sense of happiness that is difficult to say, coupled with the touch of Laras' hand that gently stroked her hair. The more comfortable, so late with the situation so that the time has shown at 07.05 wib.

Suddenly Laras was aghast. "Oh my God, it's noon. You're bad at getting in the ker-"

"Shett .." again Ibra put a finger on Laras' lips and another hand pushed Laras' shoulder into its original position.

Clearly Laras was astonished. It's gini afternoon, usually also have gone to work. "What time is it? usually also at this time you have left for work, this, have not taken a shower. Not breakfast yet, not what? don't be the boss. Can enter at any time and at will, you must be a good example for your employees. Don't men-"

"Shett .. I said shut up, don't babble too much! lest later our baby be as well as you," said Ibra with index finger at home on the lips Laras.

Baras removed Ibra's hand from his face, then sat up straight and tidied his pajamas and hair. "Who's that crab? I'm just reminding you."

Ibra pulled her lips in a smile. "I told the office today. I'm off, and I'm taking my wife to the best clinic in town. To check the content. His hand moved rubbing the stomach of Laras.

Barrels. "Who is sick? I'm fine." Inner Barrel.

"Don't be dumb, take a shower first. I'm waiting here." Tell Ibra while leaning her back against the shoulder of the sofa.

"Yes, I want to take a shower first, but .. want to clean up first ah," Laras stood up and approached the curtains that were still not open. "Well .. it's really afternoon." Mumbled Laras when he saw the sun was shining brightly and the light briefly felt warm in the body.

Ibra moved and approached Laras who was standing in front of the window. Hugged him from behind. "Let's dong darling ... take a shower, do I have to take a bath?" whispering in Laras' ear.

Hearing the word in bathiin, Laras shuddered and released Ibra's embrace. "Iih ... make a bath, but--"

"But, what's hem? but like it, right?" playing his naughty eyes. Make Laras shudder and leave.

Ibra chuckled to see Laras wiggling both of his shoulders while entering the bathroom.

After Laras finished bathing, he came out and opened the door. To his surprise, he saw Ibra standing at the door. His eyes now looked at Laras who was wearing only a towel that covered from the chest to above the knees slightly.

The barrel rushed past him and picked up the clothes in the closet. Instantly want to go back to the bathroom, but was stopped by Ibra.

"I'm gonna take a shower. You're just there" said Ibra, closing the door.

"Iih .. There is a room of its own as well. I love taking a shower in people's rooms. Where's the shirt?" gerutu Laras opened the closet again, looking for clothes for Ibra. "For a long time his clothes were piled up here."

The barrel that chooses a long suit, peach-colored. Hair in wavy urai. With the color of the lips that remain natural and a thin polish of powder on his face, does not eliminate the impression of beauty.

Ibra stood at the front door of the room. His eyes were fixed on the Baras who was in front of the mirror. From the reflection of the mirror looks Ibra is watching, Laras twisting his body.

Then Ibra approached Laras who had prepared his clothes. He took and immediately put on his clothes and Laras also helped to tidy up. After that, Ibra sprayed perfumes all over the body. Until the smell came out perfectly in the room.

"Yes, we have breakfast, hungry," Ibra led Laras' hand. Get out of that room.

Laras continues to follow Ibra's steps leading her to the dining room. There was already deserted, the assistants were already at the end of eating.

"Morning, Ladies and gentlemen? just wanted breakfast." Sapa bu Rika while preparing breakfast for her employer.

"Morning too, Miss Rika .." said Laras with her sweet smile.

"Em .. has Dian had breakfast?" ask Ibra while shifting the chair for Laras.

"Already, sir, and immediately go to work," said Ms. Rika.

Ibra. Then pulling the plate that Laras gave him, Ibra took the spoon and gave her first feed to Laras. Before opening his mouth, Laras looked at Ibra and the spoon he was holding.

"Aa, open his mouth?" Ibra raises her eyebrows ....

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