Marriage Contract Letter

Fight for

"I, should be able to take it, I'm excited. Unyielding, for the sake of my son and wife," now no longer dare to look down. His gaze was only on young coconuts.

Slowly but surely, he continued to move his body to the top. "Darling, it wasn't easy? to get you, cravings alone are not as easy as throwing away my ***," murmured Ibra as she continued to crawl up.

"More than women who conceived and gave birth to it? your sacrifice is great, woman."

Not really, he finally reached the top. So that Ibra's hands freely plucked it, Ibra took two coconuts. He threw it down of course looking around first so as not to hit people's heads.

Huoh ... Ibra breathed so long. Feel very relieved. "Finally. But how did it go down? why am I so confused. Backward what's forward?" scratching that non-itchy head.

"Well, how's it going down? back off or what? did it fly once?" Ibra shouted at the man down there.

"Go back, back off .. be careful," shouted the people below.

Ibra closed her eyes tightly while turning her body down. "Aw sick ... Damn my heirloom to the press." grumbled Ibra and opened his eyes.

Keep ... only he backed off until he stayed halfway again. He stayed for a moment to gather his strength.

Barrel, who sat waiting. His eyes continued to observe Ibra's movements from afar. With the heart continue to pray that her husband is safe until he comes down again. "Yes, Allah .. protect him, let nothing happen to him."

Anxiety appeared on Laras's face, and both of Laras's eyes continued to watch Ibra far away. Until finally the eyes of Laras found Ibra had started to come down and was in the quarter of the coconut tree.

Rather than continue waiting there, Laras decided to stand up and meet him there. Laras swings his footsteps, to where Ibra climbs a coconut tree.

Ibra now had her feet on the ground with trembling knees. The sweat pouring out, the misgivings that enveloped his heart had ended, he had already survived and was at the bottom again without anything less.

Ibra immediately, lying down, lying down under the coconut tree, closed her eyes, feeling tired in the body. Which is not exactly tired but anxious, a sense of fear. Anxious and so on. When you are still in the tree.

Laras steps up to the spot, finding Ibra lying on the ground. He approached with an anxious face. He knelt near Ibra's body. "Did you?" sound Barrel vibrating.

But Ibra's eyes remained closed. As if not hearing Laras' anxious voice. "A-Dragon, wake?" the sound of the barrel is getting vibrating. His eyes began to glaze over, slowly, Laras' hand patted Ibra's cheek. "Ba-wake ... Brother woke up, don't make me anxious," Laras continued to be anxious.

People were dumbfounded to see Ibra lying down, they thought Ibra was okay just now, too, no way to go to nothing.

Barrel put his finger in front of Ibra's nose. Keep sticking her cheek on Ibra's chest to hear her heartbeat. Then Laras rose again and again patted Ibra's cheek. "Wake up, don't mess around. I don't like it, Brother woke up" Lirih Laras wiped away the tears that fell.

Ibra is still as it was. Stiffness does not move at all, the distance remains increasingly becoming. Laras circulated his gaze at the people there. "Please, my husband, help him?" His voice was very soft and his throat was already filled with a sense of tightness of crying.

They were confused, they had to do what, they assumed Ibra was not into nothing, sure.

The barrel hugged Ibra's body, and her cries broke in Ibra's chest. He cried while continuing to mutter. "Abang .. Not already promised, will take care of me? I'm ... I'm not serious about telling you to climb, right I said no, you won't let our children be orphans, right? Wake up .." hik hik.

Suddenly, Ibra's hand stroked Baras' hair making Laras gasp. Looking up at Ibra who squinted her eyes looking at him.

"Why cry? I'm afraid I'll go to nothing." Ibra grinned and hugged Laras' shoulder.

After realizing that Ibra is fine. Barrel wakes up, away from Ibra's chest. Sit while tidying up her hair, and rub her wet cheeks.

Ibra finally laughed with satisfaction, who wanted to laugh from earlier, feeling funny with Laras' behavior that continued to wake up and cry in his arms. "You, why, baby? afraid of losing me?" Ibra sat down near Laras who was throwing his face away.

The people stayed away, they felt relieved after Ibra woke up.

Ha ha ha ... "Cock quiet, dear?" chin popping Laras. But the tepis did not like it.

"Not funny!" ketus Laras while wiping the remains of her tears.

"Who is funny, Miss .. I'm just tired," put my body back on with my hands.

This time not a single word was spoken from Laras' lips.

"So .. I was worried, afraid that my body would lose its balance, if it just flew, fell to the ground."

At once Laras turned his head with a pale face, imagining what Ibra said.

"My knees are shaking violently, it could be if this hand. Huh .. This is my first experience. A whole life this time climbing trees, coconut trees again, not fruit trees that are only 4 or five meters high. For who? my wife and child," Ibra sat down and rubbed Laras' stomach.

Laras just stared fixedly at the tired face of Ibra, all that Ibra spoke of. It was clearly in Laras' mind, making him anxious and feeling guilty.

Seconds later, Laras lowered his head tears were falling down. he could not imagine if something happened to Ibra, he himself could be independent, could live fighting alone. But what is the status of his son? what should be his status as well! the orphan? not even a thousand.

Both of Laras' shoulders trembled with tears that were so bitter, cupping both of his palms. Covering a flooded face with tears.

Ibra was surprised. And positioned himself in front of Laras. Pulling the hand of Laras that covered his face. "Darling, how crying is it? I'm sorry. If it hurts your heart?" rubbed Laras' wet cheek, and pulled her into a hug.

"Oh, don't cry! I'm fine, just one that feels pain and pain right now" said Ibra while rubbing the wife's back.

Laras looked up, saying. "What?" which was barely audible with the tremors of his lips.

"My heirloom, to the flops, uh to the press. I don't know what his name is? which is obviously sore and sore." whispered Ibra in Laras ear.

Laras pulled his lips in a smile, slightly hitting Ibra's chest to the left. Then buried his face back in Ibra's chest.

"Original, baby. Not kidding! grimace." nih." Ibra's birthday reassured. The barrel responds only with a headband.

The day was so hot, both of them moved after drinking coconut water full of struggle.

"It's noon, what time is it? yu back, shower. Everything is so dirty." Staring at the condition of the dirty Ibra, shabby away from the word neat and formal.

"Okay, as a payment earlier I climbed a tree. I'll ask to be pampered, and it should be. Can't be refused." Ibra.

The barrel only moved its eyelids towards Ibra.

"Yes, right?" tanya Ibra wants certainty.

"Who's the one who's cravings?" The nanya backstop.

"Yes, whatever, I want it. It has nothing to do either, I just want to be pampered, yes ... consider it a reciprocal of the previous one," said Ibra while walking.

The barrel followed Ibra's broad steps. "Wait on ..."

Ibra turned her head and stretched out her hand, which was greeted by Laras with an expanding smile.

"Did not eat first?" ibra asked while stopping her steps.

"No ah, still full," said Laras.

"Yes, already. Later at the hotel," continued Ibra back.

Both walk. Towards the hotel, after being in the hotel, Ibra immediately asked to accompany the bath.

"I went to the bathroom first, just a minute. Pray first." Directly ahead of Ibra who has opened his shirt.

Ibra sat on the sofa, waiting for Laras to finish.

A little while later, Laras finished from his prayer. Picking up Ibra's dirty clothes on the sofa, seeing Ibra instead busy with her laptop. "She's gonna take a shower?"

"A minute," he said while remaining focused on the laptop screen.

"Aish .. asked for a bath, now he's busy with a laptop," Laras said.

"But darling ..." without turning Laras.

Barrels into the bathroom to clean himself up. Soak on the bahthub with cold water. "Huh .. seger her!" closing his eyes for a moment, imagined the incident earlier, where Ibra lay stiff, making Laras' chest pounding again, his feelings rumbled strongly. "I can't imagine anymore, I can. I became the person Malik Ibrahim hated the most."

The ritual of bathing Laras was completed, wearing a towel robe available there.

Blake it!

Laras opened the door, and Ibra was already standing in front of the door bare-chested, winking her naughty eyes ....

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