Marriage Contract Letter

Feel like having a husband

Notification to enter Ibra's phone. Ibra Pung opened it immediately. "Oh, who sent me the martabak package, your order," murmured Ibra as she glanced at the anxious wife.

Aware of his clothes, Laras rushed into the kamara bath. Seraya says. "I'm ashamed."

Ibra's lips are attracted, smiling. Looking at Laras who was in front of him just shy let alone in front of people, then stood near the door.

Blake it!

The door opened, sure enough, the online taxi ushered in Ibra's order. "Sorry, Sir? rada was late." the man nodded respectfully.

"Oh, it's okay." While glancing at his watch. Then give the payment. "Thank you Bang, and that's the pay."

"Thank you, but .. This is an advantage" said the delivery person.

"No pa-pa just take for the fare." Ibra continued back while picking up the package.

"Oh, thank you very much, sir." Nodding respectfully.

"Yes." Yeah." Ibra closes the door, as the person leaves.

Don't forget to lock the door, then walk to where it was. "Darling, here?"

Hearing Ibra's voice calling out to him, Laras opened a little door leaf. And his head was nongolous from behind it, looking around at what really no one was.

Seeing Laras' disbelieving behavior, Ibra shook her head with a laugh. "Darling ... No one, would I be willing? if people see you dressed like that. Not that."

Laras was grim and timid, walking up to Ibra who was waiting for him. "His people are gone, right?"

"Why would I call you if there was anyone? there I'm evicted. What's in here? just disturb us." Timpal Ibra while taking a piece of the moon martabak that is still warm in the mouth of Laras. "Aa .. open her mouth."

"Em ... very tasty," said Laras while chewing martabak from Ibra's hand.

Ibra, too, feed the rest of the bite Laras. "Nake too." Ibra. And licking his fingers.

Now Laras is busy eating martabak moon that is more than desired.

Ibra smiled at the wife, then approached Laras, who had eaten the martabak. Ibra wrapped her hands around Laras' stomach. These moments do not want to pass you by, He wants to go through them with happiness.

Pasting his chin on Laras' shoulder. "Come, abisin. Later I buy it again if I still want, said Ibra while tightening her embrace.

"You, don't want any more?" laras asked as he turned his head towards Ibra who was on his shoulder.

"No Ah, enough, just make my bumil, let it be full," cup tipped the cheek Laras.

"Em .. full," muttered Laras while taking a tissue to wipe his hand.

"Resident, dear ... later redundant." Whisper Ibra while down the neck of Laras with his lips.

"When you're full?" store used tissue and collected in a bag.

"Yes-iya .. ya already keep daja. there. want to eat what else hem?" ask Ibra again. "If you eat a lot of gini, a few days can be round cheeks. Tembem, good if I bite," while stroking the cheek Laras which is more contained.

"Well, I see my body getting fat. Cheeks too," said Laras touching his own cheek.

Ibra who had earlier stuck and still hugged his wife, kissed Laras cheek and bitten her with anxiety. Baras attitude that shy make Ibra more stifling and anxious made.

Barrels squealing. "Sick ..." kept his face away from Ibra and rubbed her.

"Masa? there's no trace of it either." Ibra muttered watching Laras cheek which was blushing instantly. And in the kiss instead.

"Hot" said Laras, hitting Ibra's hand, which was coiled in his stomach.

Ibra smiled and stayed in her position. Laras turned his face away to look at Ibra. "Tomorrow may I play in the sea?"

"Can't."

"Aah .. Why not? when I have to hang mulu in the room, in the mension can not go out. I can't go out here either, so what can I do?" laras Gerrutu.

"That's not fair?" ketus Barrel.

"If you go to the sea ... continue to be carried by the sea guard how? on the ground. I can ask the police for help and so on, if it's lost at sea? I don't have any acquaintances there." Soft Ibra sound.

"Not to the sea, but play to the beach." ralat Laras.

"Oh, can. But just like me, afraid that someone will take her," explained Ibra back while exhaling into the skin of Laras.

"Ah, who would want to kidnap me? it's a little kid, '" Laras laughed.

"There is, the proof is me, now you again I kidnap from the mension. I kidnapped the man, and ... also his heart." said Ibra softly.

The barrel brimmed with everything Ibra did and every touch he kept on pounding, making his heart beat very fast.

Seeing the gaze of Ibra who was getting here more and more longing. Barrel breaks away on the grounds of wanting to go to the toilet for a while. "I want to pee for a minute."

Ibra forced to let her prey go. Indeed Laras, not just want to pee. But somehow he was getting nervous about being made close to Ibra, like it was just the first night.

"Huuh .. Why am I so nervous anyway? come on Laras .. It's not your first night, but you're actually containing the seeds." The barrel speaks itself in the mirror after urinating.

Then he opened the bathroom door, from there it was seen that Ibra was still sitting in the same place, but this time he was busy with a laptop on his lap.

Saw Barrel coming out of the bathroom. Ibra immediately closed the laptop and stored it, after Laras was getting closer. Ibra grabbed back Laras' hand and pulled him into Ibra's lap, making Laras' other hand hold Ibra's shoulder as if it were coiled there. The beads of eyes the two met, a very deep gaze. It was as if he wanted to plumb each other's hearts.

Moments later, Ibra carried the body of Laras ala bridal style. He took her to bed. Both of Laras's hands were coiled around Ibra's neck, fearing a fall. His eyes looked at the face of the new husband this time felt had a husband, who all day together. Today really Laras is spoiled by a Malik Ibrahim.

Ibra pulled out a blanket to cover the bodies of both of them. And re-positioned his body on top of Laras who was staring sayu at him. The barrel saw a thick fog enveloping Ibra's bead, Laras wrapped his hands around the neck of the man who locked his body. It was as if it was interesting to bring the man's face closer to his.

Ibra's breath is hunting. Want to immediately climb the Himalayan mountain and then go down sailing in the sea of honey. Handsome on a small but washed island.

Because her head was as if she was pulling, it came closer to her face. It was as if giving way for him to enjoy and draw a deep well, which was right in front of Ibra's face. It was challenging to wait for Ibra's arrival.

This time, out of nowhere. There is an urge for Laras to enjoy her moment with her husband, she should not be too passive. He has to show that he is a wife, not just a child printer. He must be able to make Ibra feel satisfied and never want to leave him.

She had to fight for her husband and son, now Laras is trying to keep pace, trying to be a little aggressive, although still shy.

Ibra is a bit weird with the barrel changes being a little naughty and aggressive. But it makes Ibra more like and passionate, as long as with Laras not one bit terbesit in his mind about other women. Even though Dian, all she had in mind was Laras and Laras.

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The next day, the hour hand has shown at 09.00 wib. Ibra is still sleeping. The picture is clearly tired on his face, as a result of last night who continued to stay up late. exercising with his wife.

At this time Laras was awake first, even clean up to look fresh and neat, his eyes continue to look at the handsome face of her husband who is still so deep. With mischievous fingers Laras pinched Ibra's pointed nose as Ibra often did to him.

But he just mumbled. "Hem .." and wriggled without even opening his eyes, then went back to sleep.

Laras smiled funny looking at her husband's pillow face. "Hem .." as he exhaled from his nose, Laras swung a step near the window. Look at the calm sea water.

"Not bringing milk, anymore. Huuh .. play bring escape, so do not prepare anything deh." He murmured while rubbing his stomach.

Barrel went out of the room, leaving her husband still wandering in the dreamland. Laras step so sure yes it was to the beach, he was walking on the beach. Looking at the blue sea water, in the sunlight that began to rise and show the heat.

The mind feels plong, as if there is no burden, especially if every day accompanied by a husband, feel have a husband and do not share. But anyway, wherever, Ibra is still her husband Dian. The woman he loved so much from the beginning, while, Laras was present when the household crisis greeted among them.

In the room, Ibra woke up. His hand patted the bed next to him, as if looking for something. However the place was empty, he immediately opened his eyes which were still stricken with drowsiness. "Who ... Where's the baby?" ibra's distinctive raucous voice wakes up, calling Laras. But there is no guarantee at all.

He got up and rubbed his eyes. Wrap a towel around his body that is already available there. Ibra rushed to open the empty bathroom door, the toilet was also empty. Running to the balcony nothing, he scratched his head. "Where is he?"

Take a cell phone, call the contact. To ask where is his position? but the ringing of Laras' cell phone was behind his body Ibra ....

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