Marriage Contract Letter

Don't be like that

"Cursue, don't get away. Dear good stuff," a young man charged as he chased after the running Laras.

The geph!

The hand of Laras can be reached by the young man in black clothes, Laras tried hard to escape. "Deliver! please ...."

"You can scream as loud as you can. Because here won't care about your screams, baby, what else? people are lonely and no one will help you."

"Yes right boss," said the white T-shirt who had just arrived at the place where Laras in his hand.

"Remove iih, loose." Laras kept trying to take off the young man's hand which locked his hand.

"We take it to an ordinary place, we enjoy it there," said the black dress to his friend.

Baras was nervous to hear it. "You guys what the hell? money or-"

"Your body that I want is beautiful" with a satisfied smile, satisfied because it got a good hunt of goods.

The body of Laras bristled, quite frightening the words of the young man, Laras twisted the brains of the gnats could escape from the two prey. He cannot be a victim of their depravity. "I'm married and pregnant again, don't fuck around."

"Ha ha ha .. I don't care beautiful, the important thing is that we can enjoy what I want." continued the young man in black clothes the more savage his gaze on Laras.

The two young men flank and dragged Laras, who they said would be taken to a place.

Behind the anxiety and anger of his heart Laras, he continues to look for ways to be able to escape.yelling for help is also not necessarily a nolong, he continued to look for ways to escape, the proof is that they only see one eye in thought Laras screams playfully at times.

Five steps later Laras stomped as hard as the legs of the two young men alternated. So that Laras' hand came off, Laras smacked his small bag blindly at the two.

The two young men grew even more furious at Laras who kept trying to fight them.

Bag Baras caught by the black shirt and while the white shirt caught the body Laras. Barrel grab bag with the black shirt so that the rope is broken. And again Laras stepped on the feet of the white shirt so that Laras could come off again. With a glance Laras swung his legs and kicked the right heirloom of the black shirt.

Ngekk! he cupped hers while grimacing in pain and in so much pain he dropped her ass to the ground.

The white shirt panicked to see his friend grimacing in pain. He turned to look at Laras with bulging eyes, but before the man acted. Barrel swung his legs again to the same spot. Even after kicking the man's leg, Laras also kicked both knees. No doubt his body was falling backwards.

After that, Laras rushed away, ran as fast as he could to get away from the young man, he opened his sandals and he threw them away. Then continue running towards the hotel, with bad breath and also feet that hurt because of kicking, plus more pain because the nyeker did not rest at all.

Laras continued to run and arrived at the hotel lobby, hotel people stared strangely at Laras who ran like they were chasing a madman. His breathing was dull and crouching exhausted in front of the reception desk.

"Sir, please lock my room" with a heavy voice and uncontrollable breath. The face also looks anxious or frightened.

Astonished, the receptionist gave the card to Laras. His gaze continued to lead to the shiker barrel and carrying the bag that broke the rope, as well as a very hasty road.

Laras continued to walk down the aisle of the hotel, inwardly still anxious, worried that the man continued to chase or seek himself. In front of the door, the moment Laras stood up, his eyes moved watching the location around. When you feel safe. He came in and locked the door.

"Huh .. finally arrived." Barrel dropped his body on the couch. The barrel closes its eyes and reopens them, and regulates the breathing that is still hunting. Rubbing stomach. "Darling ... Alhamdulillah huh? we survived them." Again he breathed.

From far away, there was a sweet sound of Adzan. The barrel immediately went from the sofa about to the bathroom. "Oh .. My leg hurts and hurts anyway?" he sat back down and lifted his hot feet. Perih and Sick.

Sure enough, Laras's leg was flushed red. "Yes Allah. Where the hell is Ibra? he said he would go home before Magrib, where hungry. There's no food." Said Laras ngedumel himself.

After the prayer, Laras took his cell phone to speak to Ibra. But it undoes, and keeps it back where it was.

"Males ah, say it before magrib comes home! what time is it now? not yet nongol, make me upset."

Outside, it was dark. But Ibra has not yet appeared in that place. Making Laras' heart riled up, there was a fear that the two men were looking for him. At times Laras shuddered his shoulders imagining something happening to him. "Iih .. amit-amit," while rubbing his stomach many times.

Ibra who just got out of the car directly into the lobby. In front was greeted by the receptionist.

"Night Sir? his wife came out, but ran home like she was chasing something and her face was so scared. Not wearing sandals and bags also seemed damaged," said the receptionist.

Ibra was very surprised to hear that. "What's? that's right." Look sharply at the person who is speaking.

"Right Sir," he nodded.

"When?"

"About an hour ago, sir, fitting magrib earlier," he continued.

Without saying anything else Ibra immediately ran towards his room and also Laras. In the elevator, Ibra was heartbroken to want to arrive soon. From the afternoon his heart was already restless, but what power, after from the office, Ibra checked himself first to his personal doctor. Not to mention on the road a little far away, so that currently only reached the hotel.

Brugh!

Brugh!

Brugh!

Ibra banged on the door very hard and irregular. If it is made of ordinary materials, it will be damaged immediately.

The barrel gasped to hear the sound of the door being thrown irregularly. Laras's face turned pale, worried that it was the young man, looking for him.

"Darling, open the door? it's me!" ibra's voice from behind the door.

Laras stared at the door leaf, steadying his heart if it was really Ibra who came home.

Ibra was increasingly worried, because there was no answer from within. "Honey, open the door, don't make me worry. Open ...."

After hearing Ibra's voice again, Laras finally moved from his place and opened the door.

Blake it!

The door opened, Ibra immediately closed the door and hugged Laras who was standing still wearing a mukena. "You're not going to shit, are you, baby hem?" tanya Ibra looked worried.

Baras gawking, why come Ibra asked like that? Laras answered nothing but to return her husband's embrace.

"So you went where and what happened so you ran home." Ask Ibra back.

Laras added dumbly, astonished. Ibra knows where she's running home from. "Where are you from?" asked Laras while distancing himself from Ibra.

Ibra invited Laras to the seat to make it more comfortable to talk. "In front of the receptionist, what's wrong with you?" Ibra immediately dyed and stood up to the table that had a beloved bag Laras. Looking at him, sure enough that Ibra heard, the rope barrel bag broke off.

Then Ibra turned around, back to the sofa. And sit near the Barrel. "What happened, baby? tell me!" staring fixedly and cupping his hands in the face of Laras who seemed confused, whether to start from where to answer.

"Why just got home?" Laras even turned back his tone in an annoyed tone. I'm sorry that Ibra wasn't on time.

"I'm sorry, from my office to my personal doctor for treatment, you know that? so don't take me home late.

Barrel, lowering his head looking at the floor. Why would he have to lash out if Ibra came home late? in the past, he rarely knew if Ibra came home at what time, he rarely knew. Why is it so possessive now.

"Darling, why silence?" ibra asked, his hand grasping Laras' hand and gently squeezed in the brake.

Laras took a deep breath, then he threw it away. He looked up at Ibra. "So .. I'm going to the beach."

"Yes, continues? there might not be anything there. So that causes you to run home," continued Ibra. with a gaze that still leads to Laras.

Before continuing the story, Laras let out a long sigh and bit his lower lip, making Ibra even more furious.

Barrels. Back to Ibra. "I'm still afraid, afraid they're looking for me" Laras lamented.

"Now is there me baby, tell me?" keep stroking Laras' hand. With a smile on his lips.

Laras told him what he was going through, from starting to get out of the room to coming back. Not a single story has been missed. "Once the story goes," said Laras back down.

Ibra clenched her hands. Angry, why did the young man dare to disturb his wife? clenching teeth. "Awas, you'll be facing me, just wait for the time." Ibra muttered while punching his fist into his other hand.

Ibra picked up the wet wipes that were on the table. He wipes the hand of Laras who he said was held by the young man, the cheek also did not escape from the caress of the wet tissue.

"I was washed and ablution earlier," said Laras staring softly at Ibra who threw the tissue into the trash.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Again the sound of the door was knocked from the outside, Laras grasped Ibra's hand. He was very scared if it was ....

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Where's his voice that stays faithful waiting for me to up? thanks a lot huh? may Allah repay you all for the good. Keep supporting me yes, so that more spirit.