Marriage Contract Letter

Fevers

Late in the afternoon Laras awoke, but did not find Ibra by his side. He squirmed his body, squinting his eyes looking at all corners of the luxurious room.

"Where is that spoiled man?" mumbled Laras while shaking the blanket and lowering his feet to the floor. Rushing to the bathroom, the time still shows at 16.45wib.

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While Ibra was somewhere with Zayn, he left Laras at the hotel in a state of sleep.

The bead of Zayn's eyes observed Ibra who looked more fresh and radiated a happy aura. "Wah .. seems very happy, it looks like the fighting continues? it looks fresh."

Ibra's smile knots got a speech like that from Zayn. "It can be, '" while leaning your back against the chair.

"Where? happy yes, no one recokin, no need to share, there is only him and him," asked Zayn as he raised his eyebrows.

"Very, very satisfied. There was only me and him, his sometimes timid attitude. Make me more stirring," said Ibra while shaking her head and laughing.

"Ow .. so want," said Zayn while patting his eel.

"Marry meal" explained Ibra.

"You, but there's nothing suitable to be a wife yet, so .. the story forgets the same old wife?" connect Zayn.

Ibra was confused, that's exactly what Zayn said. While with Laras not the slightest memory of Dian, Dian happened to not bother him at all. Else if in the mension, as if he only belongs to him.

But if you are with Dian just his heart riled to think of Laras. Like that time, when she was abroad, pull her cue same Dian. Ibra shook her head while exhaling a rough breath from her nose.

"Where have you met yet?" tanya Ibra switched the conversation.

"Well, that's what I want to say. I've found, the place is comfortable. Strategic, although located in the suburbs but close to hospitals, shopping centers. Security as well." Zayn.

Ibra. "Good, I hope he likes it later."

"This, picture every space. Not big but ... it's good enough to live in 4 or 5 people." Zayn added while giving a picture of the house to Ibra.

"Okay .. great. I really like, the design of the house is also good," said Ibra and give Zayn's phone.

Duar. The rain soaked the earth. Ibra remembered the Laras she left at the hotel alone.

"I left him alone, I have to go home now." Ibra stood up to pick up her glasses and cell phone.

"But, our conversation isn't over, boss." Zayn stared in wonder.

"Next time at the office, I think he's alone, let alone he doesn't know I'm leaving."

"Call me, please" Zayn continued.

"Yes already? see you later at the office." Ibra ran away from Zayn who was gawking, through the torrent of rain. Heading to the parked car a little far from where he was with Zayn.

Zayn shook his head, so worried Ibra for his young wife.

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Finished fulfilling his obligation, Laras walked closer to the Window. Outside of the extremely heavy rain, accompanied by flashes of lightning and the sound of thunder, he embraced his own body and closed his eyes. Horrified to hear and see it.

Barrels turned his head toward the sofa. His heart began to ask where is Ibra now? both eyes Laras moving looking for something, laptop is in place. But the cell phone doesn't seem to exist.

His heart began to fidget. "Where the hell is he? why didn't you say it?" wondered.

Soon he took his cell phone, and called Ibra's contact but what Laras got wasn't Ibra's voice. But the operator who says the number you are going to is out of range.

Laras' heart is getting restless. Anxiety and fear are pervading. His time in staying alone in a hotel? valuables like laptops are still there. Do you know the address where he currently lives? he sat on the floor leaning against the bed, hugging his knees while continuing to contact Ibra. Outside, the rain was getting heavier and the thunder was getting thicker and lightning continued to be painted red in the sky.

The day began to darken, as time entered the night.

It felt like a repeat of a time of solitude, where he was just a lonely friend. Without realizing it tears were dripping down his cheeks.

The sound of footsteps approaching the room occupied by Laras now. Both of Laras' eyes were fixed on the door leaf, wondering who would emerge from behind the door. Baras' hand rubbed the rough of his wet cheek. Stand up and want to get close to the door.

Czechoslovakia!

The knob on the turn and the door open. And when Ibra stood with her hair dripping wet, her gaze was fixed on Laras who was staring anxiously at her. Seconds later Laras ran over to Ibra and hugged her tightly.

Ibra just kept quiet and returned Laras' embrace, he kissed the head of the wife full of love and affection. The longer it is not only the feeling he feels, but also the affection that has begun to grow.

"I'm worried, I'm scared. Here alone, how do you not know the way home? you got me?" muttered Laras again, looking up at Ibra's wet face.

"Hi .. Who left you? I have business outside, baby, not leaving you." Ibra tucked the child's hair into Laras' ears with the netra of the eyes moving looking at the anxious face of the wife.

For a while, they looked at each other. Then Laras realized that Ibra's body was soaking wet, and was still standing at the door. "Yes already, come in, your body soaked. I'll get you a towel first, okay? also get the change of clothes." Barrel immediately took the towel and clothes instead.

Ibra locked the door and walked over to the sofa. A moment later Laras returned with a towel in hand and dried the hair of Ibra who was sitting on the sofa. Then Laras took off Ibra's wet clothes. "Where the hell was it soaking wet like this?"

"Kan, I told you. I have business dear" Ibra said as she took off her clothes.

"Why does it have to rain?" laras said as he walked to get Ibra's clothes.

"It's not raining, baby .. but .. it's raining! really bring my wife this?" said Ibra while pinning Laras' nose.

"Everyone, equally wet." Laras grumbled. After replacing Ibra's clothes. Rushed to bring dirty clothes to the bathroom and immediately he washed.

Ibra laid her body on the sofa, but her body felt very cold. He stood up and moved his sleep to the bed, he pulled the blanket and wrapped his body with the blanket.

Finished nyuci, Laras came out and said. "No water dispenser here, want to drink warm water. Come down and find that anget drink?" while walking closer to the bed. Then take his prayer tool.

"Hem ..." murmured Ibra as she tightened the blanket on her chest.

After the greeting, Laras offered a prayer to the almighty. Then clean the mukena and the alphabet, his steps closer to the bed that his Ibra there.

"Search for yu's warm drink? I want a warm drink." Laras said as he sat his body on the edge of the bed.

"Message me dear ..to the receptionist, me, the cold," Ibra's voice trembled.

At first Laras lowered his head, hearing Ibra's trembling voice. Barrel gasp. "Don't he have a fever?" hurried up and placed the back of his hand under Ibra's ear.

"Yes, geez .. She has a fever, where should I find a cure?" instantly Laras face pale, worried not playing. So confusion itself.

He called the receptionist, asking for warm water and medicine to bring down the fever. While waiting for the order to come, Laras immediately picked up a small towel. Wetted to compress Ibra's forehead.

"Why does it have to be raining? so you have gini fever," muttered Laras while gluing the wet towel.

Ibra kept her eyes closed. His body shook from the intense cold. His lips kept shaking.

"What am I supposed to do?" looking at Ibra's pale and hot face. "Why should it hurt here anyway? I got confused ... What should I do?" both of Laras' eyes continued to stare towards Ibra who was feverish.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Laras immediately came down, approached the door, must be a hotel employee who brought orders Laras. And it's true. The hotel brought her hot medicine and warm drinks as well.

Barrels drink some of it. Then he drank it into Ibra's mouth. Do not forget to give the medicine, after taking the medicine. Ibra lay back, with a trembling voice. " Ac. .. cold."

Baras stared pityfully, his finger gently stroking Ibra's hair. "Don't hurt dong .. I can't bear to see it," murmured Laras as he continued to look at the weakly lying Ibra, and hesitantly kissed Ibra's forehead very gently.

He kept going back and forth to the bathroom to wet a small towel that he used to compress Ibra's forehead.

"Me, call the doctor?" the sound of the barrel is slow with both eyes constantly moving looking towards Ibra.

Ibra opened her eyes, looking at the face of Laras who was so close to her. "Don't, I'll be healed. Here hug me." Ibra's hand pulls Laras' body into a hug.

Baras according to him, he slept while hugging Ibra whose body temperature was quite high. Laras thought, if tomorrow morning still not also down the heat. He'll just call a doctor. Once every hour Laras awake to replace the Ibra compress.

But sometimes, Ibra does not want to be left even if only to wet the towel. Ibra tightly hugged Laras' body for warmth. Baras could only sigh deeply and caress the man's head ....

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