Marriage Contract Letter

Womanised

With Ibra grinning while saying "You want to wear it? okay," murmured Ibra while opening the towel, reflex Laras turned and closed his eyes with five fingers. And rushed Laras out of the closet walk-in room, shuddering.

"Oh! .. This one makes me hang," while standing back to the door. His heart was pounding, and trying to neutralize the situation.

Then he picked up Ibra's dirty clothes that just laid down. "Ni! what habits do people intentionally use me anyway?" laras Gerrutu.

Ibra had lunch with her private secretary. There were even a few more people who were clearly formal in appearance. Laras in mintai eat together and serve Ibra, from taking the plate to the contents.

Until the meal was over, no other wife of Ibra was seen except Laras. Ibra glanced at Laras. "When you have eaten, you prepare to accompany me to a meeting."

"Huh?" Laras was surprised not to play, for the meeting he did not understand what to do. "Sa-my?" pointing to himself.

"Yes, who else? did you see my other wife here. Nothing, right?" Ibra called Rika. "Mu take her to our salon, dress her to be more attractive with formal clothes. Twenty minutes," while looking at his watch.

"Okay sir," then invited Laras who was even confused, confused what to do.

Bu Rika invites Laras to a room that they say is a salon and indeed many beauty tools like her in a famous salon. The barrel was immediately greeted by an attractive-looking woman, and told her to sit down for hair care first.

"The time is only twenty minutes" said Rika as she left the place.

"Each Ma'am," said the woman while tidying up the hair The curls.

A moment later, Rika returned with long span clothes but the part was so high the back, black and white shirt, not to miss the women's office shoes that happened to fit perfectly at the feet of Baras.

Baras looks beautiful with his appearance now with the hair in a neat bun. "Let Madam Tuan wait, her partner has also come," Rika invited bu while holding Laras' arm.

The feeling of Laras dag dig dug is erratic. His heart is beating unbecoming. Afraid to embarrass Ibra.

In front of the meeting room door. Ibra was waiting for Laras and looked at her sharply, silently smiling, her heart praising the beauty of Laras. "Smart also Dian chose a woman to be my wife," inner Ibra.

"For a long time, what the hell?" while looking at the luxurious watch in his hand.

"Aish ... It hasn't been twenty minutes," has been grumbling, freak!" mumbles Barrel in the heart.

"I'm sorry, sir, isn't this on time" said Rika, looking at her employer.

Making Ibra checkmate by his own nonsense. "Have we entered?" invite Ibra while thrusting his hand, but Laras does not understand him just silence.

Bu Rika gave a code so that Laras took his employer's hand and then Laras understood. Doubtfully Laras followed Rika's orders, both of them running a little in a hurry because according to Ibra the time is too late.

In the meeting room there is a long table and has been filled Ibra colleagues.all of them look at Ibra and Laras who look so graceful. Plus formal clothes that wrap his body, add an elegant impression.

I realized that many eyes were looking. Laras lowered his head and his heart was pounding because he knew they were important guests of Mr Ibra.

Ibra also understood his nervous sense of Laras, he immediately whispered. "You are quite calm and smile kindly at them, and sit sweetly beside me."

Laras turned his head, and smiled faintly. Then slightly raised his face, confidently he smiled and nodded respectfully at everything on this meeting table.

A co-worker of Ibra ventured to ask. "Nice lady, smart of you to pick a secretary like her."

Ibra just smiled and then muttered. "Thanks."

The meeting was started with Zayn to ease Ibra's work, while Laras just sat sweetly near Ibra.

"Is there anything you want to ask,?" ibra asked his clients.

Everyone shook their heads, and the meeting was finally closed. Everyone stood up and shook hands before they said goodbye, even whispering. "The woman in your care is too pretty to show off."

The remark made Ibra smile coldly and there was a slight warm feeling. But Ibra still respects his clients with a mutter "OK."

Upon realizing it, Ibra had crossed the door. Barrels of the road rush after Ibra. "Master tinggu? why would I keep standing here anyway" Laras grumbled as he waved and chased after Ibra's wide steps. And opened his shoes that make the legs Laras nyeker.

Zayn shook his head at Laras' behavior, and soon he caught up with his boss.

"Haduhh .. want to go to the toilet again, ah mending to my room only." Laras undoes his intention to pursue Ibra, now he prefers to go to his room which is on the fourth floor.

Now Ibra and Zayn are in the workspace. "I hope you can take good care of your work" Ibra said, looking at his secretary.

"certain." Zayn nodded.

"Okay, please come back to the office. I'm tired, just watch from here," leaning back in his big chair.

"Okay boss, I'm stepping down now." Zayn bowed respectfully then walked back how many steps, then disappeared behind the door.

Ibra momentarily closed her eyes, her mind drifting considering the status of her four-wife, what she was looking for and what she wanted so that she had a wife of up to four.

His three wives were always busy outside. Most met when the time is in bed only, rarely serve in anything else. Anything using an assistant.

Like tonight is her time with Dian. But the day of the gini has not been seen the trunk of his nose.

After dinner Ibra brought a laptop to the park. Looking for the wind, looking for inspiration there. But Ibra stopped to see a girl sitting in a long chair there.

A moment later Ibra continued her steps, and sat down next to the girl who was sitting hugging her knees.

Laras was surprised to see Ibra suddenly there. "You?" he stood looking at Ibra.

Ibra casually opened the laptop he was carrying and said "Yes, why? shocked."

Laras took a deep breath and set it up "You want to be here?" asked Laras while sitting back on his body.

"I should have asked. What are you doing in Sani,? at night" Ibra continued, looking left and right.

"Em ... I .. was looking for the wind, and saw the flowers at night," Sahut Laras.

"Make what flowers are seen at night, and in the morning when they bloom. Fresh is not night."

"Yes .. It's up to me dong, want the night to be the morning as well as my spy kok." said Laras a little smile.

"Hem!" Ibra glanced at him "Can I please?" staring at Baras lekat makes Laras wrong behavior not strong look back at his eyes Ibra sharp.

"Em ... ask for help sir?" Laras looked down inside.

"Abang, call me brother. Aren't you my wife?" keep Ibra back.

"But ..." Laras. "I became your wife just to print a child, right sir?" mumbles Barrel in the heart.

"Make me coffee there," Ibra pointed with her chin.

Baras looked at it for a moment. Then he got up from his seat, walked towards the elevator, but in the elevator was confused himself. "Ow .. forgot, asked how many sugar spoons," patted his eel.

"Ah, why must be confused, there are many assistants, just ask them," muttered Laras, the elevator door opened immediately stepped into the kitchen. His steps stopped after being near the table, there happened to be some servants there.

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