Marriage Contract Letter

For the honeymoon

Laras's gaze remained backward, looking at the gripper who was getting away.

Ibra turns the wheel, turns the bow to catch up with the gripper. Laras sees Ibra while mesem. "Why, smile?" ask Ibra by staying focused forward.

"No, who's smiling? not really ah." Elak Laras while throwing a glance in another direction.

Ibra turns on the horn to call the cilok brother. "The lick, wait?"

The brother stopped on the side of the road, turning to the source of the sound. And wait for the one who wants to buy. Ibra's head is nongol at the window. "Cilok Bang, how much is one portion?"

"This steamed veil is 15k one serving, sir. How many servings?" the brother nodded friendly.

Ibra looked at his wife who was looking at him. Then Ibra turned back to her brother. "One serving aja Bang, make a craving."

"Oh, ready .." said the brother while taking a plastic bag for his container.

"Beans seasoning, right?" ask the Sari in the car.

"Yes, sweet pea seasoning and spicy nut seasoning are also there. Which one do you want?" said the cilok brother staring at Laras.

"Em ... just get mixed up Bang." Answer Laras with a smile.

"Oh, ready ... a moment yes, brother make, not long. Just a moment and make the mouth vibrate, it feels quite spicy and delicious, especially if you eat both while squeezing each other. Because the cilok is guaranteed soft, like his Eneng who is a buyer." Babbling the lilok brother. Make Laras laugh.

Ibra's forehead shriveled, at first not understanding, but after studying he understood and finally laughed. "Ha ha ha .. Can you do it?"

"Here, the pegs are ready to eat. May the beautiful Eneng addicted, as her addiction makes a baby. Ha ha ha ... joking beautiful Neng, don't take heart huh?" said the brother while grinning.

"Bad brat brother." Ibra shook her head while mesem too.

Then the brother gave a lick to Ibra and Ibra immediately gave the payment.

"Dear dear, eaten. Mumpung is still warm," Ibra's hand gave the order Laras.

Ibra is still preparing to turn the wheel to continue the journey.

The brother opened the money that Ibra gave him. And it turned out that the 100k, obviously an excess, he rushed over and knocked on Ibra's car door window. "Wait Mister?"

Ibra took down the glass. "What's the Bang?"

"It's his money mostly, and it's his change." Give change.

The inside barrel only sees and listens to the conversation of the cilok brother and Ibra.

Ibra looked at the brother while pushing the brother's hand. "Take it Bang, just consider it the babbling fee of the Brother. excuse me Bang, good luck."

The brother was dumbfounded, while Ibra's car turned back. Stay away from the original place.

"Come dong, eaten dear, mumpung still hot. What .... later just wait to eat both while .. as the brother said earlier?" ibra said with a grin and eyes focused on the streets.

"What the hell?" The smile barreling. "It's still hot" while checking if it's cold or still hot.

After not getting too hot, the barrel directly devoured it. "Bismillah .. em .. good?"

Ibra turned towards Laras through the rearview mirror, and pulled her lips in a smile.

Like earlier, Laras also divided Ibra to taste whatever he ate. "Aa .. bite."

But Ibra does not bite, but put one peg into his mouth. All that was left was his prick in Laras' hands.

"Yes ... What is all? just a little more." Complain Laras while staring disappointed stab.

"Later I changed. Take it easy" said Ibra, after swallowing the lilok.

"What's changed? it's far away too." Groused Laras while putting a peek into his mouth.

"Relax .. I still have two, if you want it, just for you." continued Ibra.

"Ah, what?" Laras did not understand what Ibra meant.

"If you don't understand, it's ...."

"Yammy .. ah abis, her nipper?" Baras lethargic staring at the old pocket of the lick.

Ibra glanced at me. "His name is also eaten, abis. Try just looking at? it won't end."

Laras looked at Ibra, with his face bent.

"Let's just, next time buy again, just try it first or not," Ibra lyrics back.

Barrel took his eyes off. See the ice cendol. "Well .. iced cendol?" his head turned to look at it. Then Laras looked towards Ibra with a sad look. Hoping to bargain with Ibra, but Ibra did not ngeh he remained focused nyetir.

Ibra, instead of not ngeh, only he waited for Laras to ask to be bought, but there Laras just stared at him expressionlessly.

Laras continued to look at Ibra who was focusing on driving. His lips felt faint to talk or ask, he wanted to drink ice cendol once. To the point that he swallowed his saliva many times.

Ibra felt old as well, afraid Laras wanted but did not dare to ask. He stopped his car. "Do you .. want to eat cendol?" glanced at Laras who was looking down and played his fingers.

Laras looked up and nodded, a sure sign.

"Hem ... If you want, why not say it?" stroking the cheek Barrel with the back of his finger.

"No dare." Baras stared at me.

Ibra smile. "Why not dare? you wanted nothing, by the way." Staring very fixed face Laras.

"Fear of anger" said Laras back.

"Hem .. I'm not angry baby. If you want anything, say. Don't be quiet like that." With a very clingy look. Ibra's hand gently rubbed the head of Laras. "We're buying the ice cendol now."

Ibra sighed while turning the direction again. Baras just stood still and looked at Ibra who was holding the wheel. He still did not realize that the car he was riding in was not the way home.

Arriving in front of the ice cendol seller. Ibra got off on her own and bought ice cendol for Laras, after getting it. Ibra immediately went back around her car. He sat down and gave the ice cendol to Laras. "Now, the ice is drunk? next time you want something to say." Putting back the head of the wife.

Baras nodded and scooped ice into his mouth. "Thank you?"

Ibra who was preparing to drive back, turned her head. "Hem."

Ibra returned to drive his car to continue the journey that has been hampered by the wishes of Laras.

After some time, the car stopped at a hotel overlooking the sea. The new barrel realized that Ibra did not take him home, but to a hotel. Ding.

"Where is it, instead of going home?" asked Laras astonished, his eyes net continues to surround the place.

Ibra stuck her back to the back seat. "Don't you see that in front of that hotel?"

"I-I mean"

"Why don't you mean go home?" ibra's speech cuts the word Laras.

"Yes. Why are you here?" laras looked at Ibra with a question mark.

"For these few days ... we'll stay here, do you like it?"

"Nginep's here?" netra Laras's eyes twitched. "Two?"

"Yes, both. And our son." Ibra. Then get off the car. Open the door for Barrel as well.

With the heart still wondering. As the barrel went down, Ibra spoke to the hotel guard and Ibra gave him the keys. "Yes, in?" grabbing Laras' hand in his lead in.

The barrel pointed at the items in the car. "Stuff?"

"So someone will take us to our room." Ibra replied as she continued walking. Stop in the hotel lobby greeted by a friendly receptionist.

"Sore, sir. Can I help you?" greet a receptionist.

"So late, I've booked room 034." Answer Ibra.

"Oh, just a second, sir. I'll check first." He deftly checked the report on a computer. "Okay, this is the key. May our service be satisfactory." gave Ibra a kart.

Ibra took the key, saying. "Thank you?"

The hotel keeper who had just put the car keys, came to bring some paper bags Ibra shopping earlier. And deliver to the front door of the room.

Ibra swiped the kart as a key, and the door opened. Ibra dragged Laras into the room.

Czechoslovakia!

Lights are on and the room is really bright. Ibra opened the curtains adding light in the room, Laras approached the window and found a beautiful view. The beach is stretched, decorated with sea water with the pounding of small waves.

"Well .. it's beautiful," he murmured, Laras took a deep breath. Comfortable and will make anyone feel at home living there, suddenly there is a hand embracing his stomach from behind.

Making the chest Baras rumble, the heart was pounding. His mind was imagining everywhere, what did Ibra mean to bring him here? Laras tried to suppress the rumbling inside his chest. "Like it, but why come here?"

"To ... honeymoon, and calm the mind. Let's just be quieter and more comfortable here." By continuing to touch the lips to the neck Barrel.

Make Laras shudder amused and avoid the embrace of Ibra. Seen Ibra who was bare-chested, netra eyes Laras moved to see Ibra who had removed his shirt. "Why did you open your shirt?"

"Hot. Sultry, wanting to take a bath" said Ibra as she sat on the sofa by the window.

"Belg ..." Laras again shuddered, unable to imagine it.

Ibra pulled Laras' hand to sit on his lap. Then embrace the waist Laras very tightly. "Here .. there's only the two of us. And our baby's gonna be the witness, if we-"

"A-I," Laras tried to stand up but Ibra's hand was too strong to embrace her body.

"Where are you going anyway? already, sit here first," said Ibra grasping Laras' hand and kissed him.

"I .. I don't bring a change of clothes," Laras complained as he twisted his brain to escape Ibra.

Ibra raised her eyebrows. "Replace? honey ... it's in the paper bag, which I bought earlier, all yours, who do you think it's?"

"Ha, is that for me? not all that stuff is made-"

"For Dian? that's what you think?" tanya Ibra cut off the speech Laras.

Baras nodded, because that was what he thought. Ibra bought it all for Dian, not for herself, because she obviously rejected it at that time.

Ibra pinched Laras's nose. "I bought it for you, put it on."

"Em, sick ..." cried Laras and rubbed his nose.

Ibra's smile expands, then kisses the cheek Laras in front of his eyes. "What food do you want, hem? let me order it.

"Eater eating martabak," said Laras who suddenly wanted to eat martabak.

Ibra shook her head, "Sayang .. where in the hotel gini there is my bumil martabak ..." Ibra rubbed her hair rough.

"Yes ... message gojek kek, ah, he said if you want something to say, but, say also wrong," said Laras standing and sitting on the other sofa. And turned back Ibra, with pouting lips, hands propped her head with elbows to the shoulders of the sofa.

Ibra was silent for a moment, the other side of the spoiled Laras, came out.

From small Laras lives in a parlor, where once he spoiled the same figure of people close to him. Except for the house, it's not completely either. On the other hand he misses the figure of a man who can keep and fit himself like a father figure. But all this time he never got.

Ibra got up and sat down near Laras. "Yes, I ordered it through a gojek, right? no, don't sulk ah. I'm only here for you, so don't frown at it." Ibra again hugged Laras from behind, kissing the tip of her head.

The soft treatment of Ibra makes Laras miss the figure of the father. "Dad, if you were still around, maybe you'd spoil me too, love me. Mom, I miss mom and dad." Inner Barrel. Unknowingly, his tears fell on the back of Ibra's hand.

Ibra was surprised, time because martabak aja Laras nangis? Ibra turned Laras' body to face her. The back of Ibra's finger rubbed a tear Barrel on the cheek. "Kok cry? i, have said .. I will order the hammer, be patient, come later." With a soft voice.

Laras lowered his head, sobbing bitterly, he said. "I-I, miss my old man who's been tia-"

Ibra placed her index finger on Laras' vibrating lips. "Sett .. don't cry. There I am here. If you miss them, send a prayer, if you are sad. They must be sad too."

Laras' body, Ibra put it in his arms. He stroked his hair, rubbing his back. "I'll take care of you and love you. Don't worry about it!"

Laras's cry grew more and more, his shoulder trembled with his sobs. His heart grew bitter with the words of Ibra who would take care of him. There was another woman among them.

But for a long time the cries of Laras gradually stopped and calmed down. Ibra's palm continued to stroke Laras' back. Blowing breath Laras felt warm in Ibra's chest. Apparently Laras fell asleep in Ibra's arms, probably because of the soy sauce.

Slowly. Ibra took him to the bed, slowly he laid Laras' body there. Covering her until covering her stomach, in her face fixed. Cup, land a friendly kiss on Laras's forehead that sleeps.

Ibra got down and left her, Ibra's steps were fixed to the bathroom. Filling the water into the bahthub and affixing the therapeutic aroma that is already available there, then soaking there for a while.

Around 19:00 Baras just woke up. Still closing his eyes, he squirmed favorably. Then squinted his eyes peeking at the atmosphere there, while gathering his consciousness. Where did this start, with whom? until finally. Mata Laras found Ibra sitting on the sofa in the middle busy with her laptop on her lap.

"Night, darling? good sleep, but good. So we can be late tonight." The heavy voice of Ibra whose eyes remain focused on the laptop screen.

Laras gasped to hear it. turned the wall clock, had shown at 19.10 wib. how surprised Laras, several hours he fell asleep so far to his duty. He rushed to reveal the blanket about to go down to the floor.

"Be careful, don't rush. Just relax." Ibra's voice again, without even looking at it.

The barrel came down and almost slipped. "Aw!" but lucky to immediately balance his body so that it immediately stands upright again.

Ibra gasped and almost jumped up and threw her laptop. "Well Miss .. Can you? don't make me hang ha?" looking towards the Barrel. Which even grinned.

"I'm sorry?" laras's Mumbles. Then approach the paper bag, looking for evening clothes. But what he got was lingerie instead of pajamas. The head of the barrel turned to look at Ibra. "My piyama?"

Ibra. "That's, lingerie."

"The others?" tanya Laras watch for pajamas, but there, the sleepwear. Two sets of lingerie only.

"Your nightgowns, just lingerie." Ibra answered without looking again.

"Piyamas? I don't wear clothes like that, just like I don't. That's thin!" laras Gerrutu.

"Tadi ... I have asked to shop, do not want, I buy it does not want, wrong who tried? already use the existing one," continued Ibra again.

"That's the same thin clothes as boong" said Laras ngomel.

"If you don't want to wear it, don't wear clothes. No pa-pa how there's only me, I like it." Ibra continued while grinning but his eyes could not be separated from the laptop.

"Iih .." again shuddered. Go to the bathroom with the intention to take wudu first then pray. After that, I just took a shower.

Sometime later, Ibra found Laras prostrating. Keep looking back at the laptop screen very seriously.

After the prayer, Laras returned to the bathroom, forced to bring one of her lingerie. "None is missing. Equally lacking in material and very thin." Grouser Laras. Don't forget to bring towels and underwear too.

In the bathroom, Laras while taking a bath washes his clothes, Ibra's marks and his clothes as well. After taking a shower wearing lingerie. "Iih ... What the hell is gini so great?" muttered Laras observing his appearance in the mirror, the clothes he was wearing now were very thin and bright inside.

Make it uncomfortable, his feelings doubtful. Whether you wear it or not, but nothing else. Rather than not wearing it at all, as Ibra said it was. Because of the shame of going out, finally Laras linger in the bathroom. Ibra banged on the bathroom door.

"Miss, not yet? I'm going to be in the bathroom anyway, why long in the bathroom? not good long in the water."

The chest of the barrel is getting pounding. "What about? want to come out embarrassed." he muttered.

Ibra again banged on the door. "Darling .. Come on dong. Want to pee, let's open dong."

Ibra had expected that Laras must have worn the lingerie, and was ashamed to show himself. Ibra's smile expanded, already imagining how she was wearing it.

"I-yes, briefly," Laras' voice from inside. Baras immediately wrapped the towel around his body, after which it came out.

Czechoslovakia!

The sound of the key is opened.Laras appears standing in front of the door. With a towel wrapped around his body.

Ibra looked at Laras in surprise. "greatly long? I'm going in." He immediately entered, because he could not bear to want vevsi.

Barrel out, approaching the dresser. With paper bag in hand, wear hand & body lotion, spray perfume and comb hair.

Not long after, Ibra came back. Directly approaching, without hesitation pull the towel Laras, stay Laras who wear lingerie that Laras said less material. Instantly the Barrel hand closes the top and bottom.

While Ibra stared unblinkingly and put away the hands that blocked the beautiful scenery.

The face turned red. Feeling very embarrassed. While the towel Ibra had thrown away.

Ibra repeatedly swallowed her saliva that was stuck in her throat. He tried to control his feelings, as he breathed from his nose. Ibra pulled Laras' hand, invited to sit on the sofa.

"What do you do with towels again? that's it, the only thing I see is me." With a voice as relaxed as possible.

Another with Laras who can not control the tension and heartbeat, as well as a sense that is not used to wearing clothes like this. Which exposes many parts of his body.

"Eat yu? hungry," Ibra asked, pointing to the food that was ready at the table.

"But I'm really not comfortable wearing this shirt." Rajuk Laras's.

"Yes, every once in a while. Tomorrow we buy pajamas you used to wear, huh?" ibra's voice began to tremble, almost unable to bear to see it.

Laras glorified, then they ate dinner very greedily.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of knocking on the door from outside. Making Ibra and Laras look at each other ....

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Sett .. does anyone like the togetherness of Laras and Ibra? or vice-versa? thank you very much .. You all still faithfully read my novel. Without you guys, I'm nothing.🙏 this time up her one episode only, but equal to three chapters. Somoga pias!