Marriage Contract Letter

Coconut fruit

Ibra turned the body, looking at the phone Laras on the table. Storing his phone near the phone Laras, Ibra's heart became upset, but want to run, not strong body feels sticky. Finally he chose to clean first, his steps rushed to the bathroom. Put a shower on her body.

Not long after, Ibra came out of the bathroom. And take the clothes that are already in bed maybe Laras prepared before leaving. Once ready he took his cell phone and Laras's then rushed out of the room.

Ibra remembered that last night Laras wanted to go to the beach, so Ibra thought. At this time Laras must be on the beach, so he rushed to get there.

While running around, Ibra's eyes continued to look for the whereabouts of Laras who had not been seen in his eyes. "Where are you, baby? don't make me worry dong." murmured Ibra while occasionally asking the person who was there. And mention the characteristics, but they say they don't know.

ibra's steps continue down the waterfront. Until finally his bead eyes found a woman sitting by the beach, under a shady tree, away from the crowd. Ibra's smile reappeared after a moment of disappearance. He walked around, approaching the woman.

Once close to the target, Ibra's two hands cupped in Laras's eyes. Blocked his view.

The barrel was originally a hen with a distant view into the sea water. Deeply gasped for the hand that covered his eyes, but then he thought it must be Ibra, who else? he wakes up looking for himself who is not in place.

"I know who you are?" laras said as he opened the hand that closed his eyes. Then he turned to Ibra with a happy smile.

Ibra hugged from the side, and kissed Laras cheek very gently. "Why leave me hem .. I'm anxious to find you, where not to bring a cell phone anymore, it's difficult to contact," his hand slipped a hair in the ear Baras.

"So I woke up, you didn't wake up, so I stayed" said Laras, looking at the vast sea.

Ibra saw what Laras saw. Then turned his gaze towards Laras again. "Do you like this place? hem ... like it."

Laras nodded and painted his smile. "i like. Can you sometime? come here again." Tanya Laras with a bright, happy face.

"Can, of course I can. Thank goodness you are happy and happy!" kissing the head of Laras.

"Really? want to invite me here again," asked Laras staring fixedly at Ibra.

"Yes, baby .. yes!" his finger stroked the cheek of Laras. "Yes, have you eaten yet?"

"Where do you want to eat? I didn't bring a wallet." Complaints Dare with a spoiled tone.

Again, Ibra kissed Laras' head lovingly. "Yes ... already, let's find some food first?" pulling the hand of Laras to stand.

Once they're up, Krucuk-krucuk! the sounds of the stomach sound both together. Making both of them laugh off felt funny, funny as a deal. Stomach rumbling asking for food rations.

Ibra took Laras' hand to find food. "Where do you want to eat?" ask Laras while stopping his path.

Ibra turned towards Laras whose steps stopped and looked at the satay stall. "Will you eat satay?" ibra asked, because Laras's eyes were there.

Laras turned his eyes to Ibra and nodded. "Now. I ... want to eat there!" rajuk Laras.setau he Ibra not necessarily want to eat in a small stall like that.

Ibra stared at the place for a moment and then saw Laras back saying. "Yes ... my mummy, we eat there, but on one condition."

The laras heart that has flowered so shriveled back. "What?" curious.

"If the shop is clean. But ... If otherwise, I don't want to. Okay?" looking towards the Barrel.

But Laras, even staring dislike at Ibra.

"It's wrong again." Ibra muttered while scratching his nape. "Yu, let's order satay. Hungry nih," pulled Laras' hand towards the satay stall.

After arriving, it happened that the stall looked clean, the two of them sat facing each other. Before the satellite came, there were fries at the table. Baras also ate the fries. "I forgot, Brother, aren't you used to eating in a place like this huh?" laras said, but Ibra shook his head. Makes Laras not talk about it anymore.

"Please sataynya Madam and Mister, enjoy" said the person who delivered the order.

"Goodoo, Mom." Ibra. And thrust the chicken satay into Laras, while he himself set the goat.

The barrel immediately devoured the satay with its white rice. With just a few moments of satay belonging to Laras disib, just stab him. Ibra gawked as she leaned her lips, watching her wife eat so voraciously.

The barrel felt noticed by Ibra, he turned his head and showed his white teeth. "What, sight-seeing? just saw the villagers eating." While raising his eyes.

"No, that's enough. Later in the case of trance again," said Laras while shaking his head. Then drink the drink.

Ibra shook her head, continued to finish her meal. End with a glass of water, then pay for what you ate just now. "Miss, would you buy one? make it at the hotel later," gazing towards Laras who also saw it.

"No want ah" he said as he stepped outside the shop. Followed by Ibra from behind.

Both are back walking. Ibra's hand can not be separated from the hands of Laras who continue in his hand, the road along the beach. Occasionally approaching to the water carried by small waves to the coast, glad to be able to continue with a partner.

At times Laras rested his head on Ibra's shoulder. And Ibra embraced with his friendly body. Occasionally a warm kiss landed on Laras' forehead.

Laras steps stopped to see a coconut tree that was not far from where he stood. The coconut fruit was as if it continued to wave so in his quote. "ih ... kanya fresh deh drink coconut water ..." murmured Laras while swallowing his saliva.

Hearing the murmur of Laras. Ibra turned her head and looked at the face of Laras who was looking at the coconut tree. "If you want, it's there that's selling coconut water, buy yu?" while pulling the hand of Laras.

But Laras pulled his hand from Ibra's. "Dear, I want it from the tree directly."

"What's? what did you say? try again" Ibra put up her ear wanting to hear once more what Laras just said.

"Ha, I mean. I want it from the tree directly." Error Baras after realizing what he had just said.

"No, not that." Ibra.

"Which one?" ask Laras for confusion.

"Before, before those words, you call me dear, try saying it again" whispered Ibra.

"No ah, I want to drink coconut water, but my brother picked it from the tree." Laras grinned.

"Dear, should I get the meth? I can't go up a tree, baby!" Ibra was surprised by this kind of request.

"But I want it to be ... Brother himself must be metic right out of the tree." Barrels kekeh.

Ibra cupped her hands together on Laras's face. "Honey .. hear me, no matter how much I buy her young coconuts, but don't tell me to pick them. Or just ask someone? the one that's picking up for you." Persuade Ibra while stroking Laras cheek with the back of his finger.

"I want, your meticulous results, not people's results" Laras said, shaking his head. "Yes .. we don't have to go back to the hotel." Barrel runs to go home.

"Darling ... Baby, listen to me?" Ibra pulls both hands.

"What else? I'm going home, "with disappointment. His heart hurts. "I told you, no need, I don't want to" immediately Laras hempas Ibra's hand.

Ibra immediately hugged the sulking body of Laras. "I'm sorry, baby?" he nodded tightly and kissed her forehead. "Don't get mad. I'll give you what you want. okay?"

Laras. "Don't. I don't want it again, next time. Lagian ... was brother said, can not ride it," he admitted Laras.

"No, right now I'm going to quote for you, for our son. You sit here, right?" Ibra told Laras to sit on the chair, which was not far from where he was standing.

Barrel complies and sits on the chair. Observing Ibra who said he wanted to get young coconuts for him. "So say it, can't climb trees, now even say you want a metic, how the hell?" mumbled Laras in heart while continuing to observe Ibra's steps.

Ibra, asking someone to help her climb a coconut tree. Although I can't climb trees. But he had to try for the baby candidate. He walked towards a palm tree that Laras pointed out earlier.

Under that tree. Ibra stood up and looked up. "I should be able to climb this tree, especially picking its fruit. Can't you get on this coconut tree? shame dong! what Laras said later. If I can't go up and pick coconuts."

Ibra got ready to go up the tree. Helped by some people from below he was finally in the middle. How nervous when looking down, different from the view from the top of the building or from other heights.It feels strange, accompanied by trembling knees. Hands are like tingling.

Over and over again Ibra sighed, then he exhaled and so on. Cold sweat poured all over her body, her gaze fixed on the young coconut fruit ....

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It used to be up last night, but drowsiness really can't be compromised. No longer friendly with this desire, finally can only up now🙏 come dong ... which likes and comments are many? so that I can be more excited.