Marriage Contract Letter

Don't pretend

All night, Laras did not sleep well. Waiting for Ibra who has a fever.

Early in the morning Laras had woken up and placed the back of his hand on the temple and under Ibra's ear. "Alhamdulillah .. The heat has gone down." Batin Laras while descending to the floor, on his phone has heard the sound of dawn. He rushed to the bathroom to clean up and took some water.

But Ibra's hand clasped Laras' wrist while muttering. "Don't go .." either ngigau or what, the obvious murmured Ibra without opening the slightest eye.

Netra eyes Laras moved to see the hand of Ibra who grasped his hand. "I'm going to go to the bathroom for a little while, I'm going to go back." Slowly Laras took off Ibra's hand. Then hurried his steps towards the bathroom.

After the prayer, Laras opened the curtains and saw Ibra who was now sound asleep. And the heat had gone down, Laras rubbed Ibra's hair. Then took his bag with the intention of buying porridge for Ibra breakfast.

Step Laras more definitely left the room. Not forgetting to close the door, he walked down the hallway of the hotel. Passed several floors to get to the hotel lobby.

Currently, Baras is outside the hotel. Looking for chicken porridge, it happens not difficult to find it and buy two servings for her and her husband. Many men's eyes looked and teased. Making Laras crumble, frightened and rushed back to the hotel room.

After some time, Laras was already in front of the door. Blake it! he opened the door and immediately closed it back, looking at the bed. Ibra was sitting on the shoulder of the bed.

"Where from?" ibra's voice was raspy.

The barrel kept the chicken porridge on the table, the road approached Ibra to check his body temperature. "Alhamdulillah .. has come down." Mumbled Laras while keeping his small bag.

"Why don't you bring your cell phone?" ibra asked back with an expressionless face. Stare annoyed.

"Forgotten, after all just buy porridge coke," said Laras sat his body near Ibra. And gave Ibra water.

"Why didn't you say you were going out?" ibra asked back, still with an annoyed look and giving aqua water.

Baras returned that look. "Where can I say? you sleep well. I can't bear to wake her up," staring into Ibra's two eyes was very fixed.

"When anyone bothers you how?" ibra is back.

"I ..." The daydreaming barrel remembers just outside. There are some men who intend to flirt. "What matters .. Now that I'm here, is fine. So don't think anything."

Ibra turned her gaze to the table where there were two cups of chicken porridge. Laras followed Ibra's view.

"Yes, already. Eat first, huh?" The barrel took one cup and carried it in front of Ibra. "Aa. .. breakfast first, let it heal quickly."

Ibra opened her mouth, and Laras fed Ibra the porridge. Have breakfast with him, one cup each. After one cup is finished. Laras asked. "You want to add more? let me open one more."

"Dear, I'm full. You just spend it, pregnant women have to eat a lot. Be healthy too baby." While rubbing the lips Laras that there is the rest of the porridge.

"Right now, I'm full too, make it later if I'm hungry again." Laras cleaned up his breakfast.

Then give Ibra the medicine last night again. "So, if this morning the heat doesn't come down, too, I'll get the doctor here."

"No, baby, I just need you, I'll get well later. Now also as you can see, it's a bit better," said Ibra as she wrapped Ibra's hand in the stomach of Laras. Makes it difficult to move.

"Had breakfast, taken medicine, now rest again" Laras said, wiping the back of Ibra's hand on her stomach.

"Em ... Are you going?" sahut Ibra while gently tucking the cheek of the wife.

Laras nodded slowly. Then remove the arms of Ibra from his stomach, then go up to the bed pull the blanket to cover the entire body of Ibra. Then he lay down beside her, placed his head on Ibra's chest and hugged her body.

Kekar Ibra's arms embrace Laras' back, occasionally kissing the tip of his head. "Are you happy with me?" ask Ibra slowly.

Laras did not answer, he was confused what to answer, say happy or. So he just kept quiet and buried his face in Ibra's chest.

Ibra's hand stroked the long, wavy hair. Indeed, he did not need any answer from Laras. Happy or not? obviously, he will try to make her happy. And made him wholly Ibra's.

In Ibra's arms, Laras thought what some days Dian wasn't looking for Ibra? usually if the minister does not want to be far from her husband. "But .. ah also think of others, he also never think of my feelings," muttered Laras in his heart, looking up at Ibra who turned out to close his eyes. Sleep back. Barrel tried to wake up.

But the embrace of Ibra is very strong. And murmuring. "Where are you going? accompany me!" his hoarse voice was clearly heard in the ears of Laras.

Laras' smile grinned. He had an idea he might use. "Oh .. want to go to the toilet." The Laras Groin Slowly.

Ibra opened her eyes. "Hem ... why?"

"Will to go to the toilet" said Solas.

Baras smiled in satisfaction, finally coming off as well, he got up and rushed to the bathroom. Leaving Ibra back to sleep.

After coming from the bathroom, Laras sat on the sofa watching television in a soft voice. In order not to disturb Ibra's sleep, but did not have the heart to also let him alone. Finally Laras turned over to the top of the bed, sitting leaned back near the sleeping Ibra. But Ibra moved her head into Laras' lap.

Both eyes Laras moving saw Ibra who was sleeping on his thighs. Slowly Laras hand stroked her hair while watching television.

During the day, Ibra wakes up and asks for water in the bathtub. His body wants to clean.

"Don't take a shower? the wind will come. I'll take a lap, yes" said Laras with a hopeful look. He did not want Ibra to take a bath and finally catch a cold.

"With warm water dear .. My body is very sticky. Want to take a shower." kekeh Ibra.

"Well, if you're cool about taking a shower." The barrel moves to prepare warm water. For Ibra shower.

Ibra came down and undressed, walking towards the bathroom. While Laras made his bed, preparing clothes for Ibra.

Barrel entered the bathroom to wash the clothes of Ibra just now. Ibra turned to Laras who had come to take his clothes. "Darling?" call Ibra.

"Hem ..." murmured Laras while washing in the sink.

"Get me a towel dong?" pinta Ibra pointed at the hanging towel.

Barrel looked at the towel. Then step up to take it. "This is the towel." Laras gave it to Ibra who was already standing waiting for him. He lowered his head not daring to look at Ibra, afraid to see something.

"Thank you?" why look down so is there something on the floor?" ibra said with a grin.

"Ha, no .." turned to the source of the voice that had wrapped around the towel.

Barrels hang wet clothes, then go outside. But his hand was pulled Ibra, no doubt Laras body hit the chest of the field Ibra and directly in his embrace. While they looked at each other. "Quick put your clothes on, you will catch a cold" murmured Laras.

"It's okay, catch a cold too, there are you who take care of me," he said while peeping the head Laras.

"Yes, already. If you are sick, I do not want to be treated again" said Laras, shaking his head.

"Masa? do you have the heart to let me get sick and no one takes care of hem?" ibra's finger stroked the Barrel cheek.

Laras. "Let's go, there's another wife!"

"If you want to be treated like you, how?" staring fixedly and holding the chin of Laras to keep looking up.

Ibra brought her face closer to the beautiful face that even closed her eyes, making Ibra develop her smile for a moment. Then unite ***** with ***** Barrel. Ibra's right hand locked the nape of Laras. In order to deepen the ongoing ritual, while his left hand pressed his back into the embrace.

The barrel simply wrapped its hands around Ibra's waist, which slowly dragged her to the wall until it stuck there.

Barrel pushing Ibra's chest. He was no longer strong with a stuffy feeling and could not breathe. Breathing Barrels up and down irregularly, the heart is pounding faster. As if he were jumping out of his place

Ibra let go, looking at the timid face of Laras. The breaths of the two hunted each other, the ritual just now. Apparently demanding more than that. Ibra carried Laras, in her bathroom. Laras just resigned and put an arm on Ibra's shoulder.

Ibra slowly laid Laras' body on the bed. Ibra's gaze was full of desire, Laras trying to divert Ibra's intentions.

"You .. still have a fever. Rest then?" the trembling sound of Laras pointed at the bed beside him with the tail of an eye.

Ibra glanced at what Laras showed. But hearing the sound of Laras vibrating as if it had been enveloped in something turbulent in his body. Increasing his passion. "Don't pretend to reject me. Though-"

Baras cut the word Ibra. By sticking his finger on Ibra's lips.

Outside again heavy rain, accompanied by thunder booming. The duarrrrr! instantly Laras' hands hugged Ibra's body and hid her face around her neck.

Ibra is grinning. Feeling increasingly being given the way by the master, his hands freely guerrilla to wherever he likes ....

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Where I was raining. Make at home pull the blanket and lazy why 🤔--How in your place? may this rain be a blessing.