Marriage is Because of Trust
Beginning of marriage

He never loved me and this marriage was because of a trust I had to carry, despite the thorns and tears that were dripping," dhiya Kharya said in her heart sadly staring at the image of the bride hanging on the wall of the room just above the head board.

Stand alone with clothes that cover his entire body from head to toe. Remembering the husband who has started to hurt more.

"If only I could refuse that request. I might not be like this," regretted Dhiya Kharya in his mind still staring at the photo of the bride on display.

Husband who for one year has been his companion until now has not been well. Let alone to love him, paying attention was very difficult for him.

"The woman should be your friend, Mas" Dhiya Kharya said as she looked at her husband in the photo. "I realized that all this time I've been an evil woman. Separating you from the woman you've been with for five years." Dhiya Kharya walked over to the open window of the room. Recalling the past would be her indiscretions who had chosen the man who was already her current husband.

As difficult as anything that happens. He persisted in order to keep his promise to the mother-in-law who had not seen their marriage that did not know would dock or drown.

Dhiya Kharya continued to stand in front of the window, staring at the branches of the tree that were moving in the direction of the wind. He stood up while fixing the veil that was flying in the wind.

Looking down at the husband's car from the speeding window of the room. Tears without him noticing had now dripped down both cheeks, given his mistaken choice. However, for the trust of Madam Afsheen who once advised to accompany her favorite son when he was gone, she could not let go.

Madame Afsheen who had been her master long ago when she was sick. He was the one who worked and took care of her so that Dhyia Kharya could not refuse the request of Madam Afsheen in addition she was very kind and loving herself.

At that time Madam Afsheen was very confident that Dhyia Kharya could change her son for the better. However, desire was not as easy as he had imagined. There are a lot of twists and turns he has to go through.

Remembering one year ago the request of Madame Afsheen to her that made her even more shed tears.

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"Dhya! Aunty wishes you could change Ilker Can Carya to become a good man. Because aunt saw you were a good and patient boy." Dhyia Kharya, standing pensively while looking straight at him with a blank look when she brought Madame Afsheen to sunbathe in the morning in a wheelchair.

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It is inconceivable by Dhyia Kharya that she will live to this day. Getting married without love and affection is what she feels every day.

"If only my husband could understand me. Maybe I'll calm down a little bit" muttered Dhyia Kharya as she watched her husband's car speed away. After the departure of her husband, she turned back to the room that looked very messy.

The room that was not fully neat then he neatened, especially the work room of the husband contained in one room with a room installed by a separation door.

Large work room with desk, chair, and, the closet where the storage of books and some antique collections he cleaned neatly suddenly he was very surprised when he saw a lot of paper on the table.

Dhyia Kharya was happy to clean it up. Clean the room with a lot of paper waste on the table and also on the floor. "I was surprised to see it. Not usually he litters carelessly," he muttered walking up to pick up a club. Sweep the floor and wipe the table clean.

A chair that her husband often occupied while doing office duties. He's tidying up, just like he was back. Even the trash can located on the table, he placed it in the corner of the wall not far from the table.

Photograph of the woman who is still in a relationship with her husband. It was clearly displayed on the table, though it was deliberately covered by thick books related to business that were visible to Dhyia even if it was just the tip.

"This woman again" muttered Dhyia Kharya grieving. His whole body immediately went limp and came back crying. Regretting his wrong choices.

Staring at the photo that every moment looked at by the man when he wanted to start his work. The woman seemed to be an encouragement for Ilker Can Carya even though she was no longer able to return with her heart.

How heartbroken Dhyia Kharya has been for so many times. The husband who had been caught by him easily promised and then violated it again. "Mas, this is how you can keep me from keeping you anymore" he groaned in the heart that had always loved him secretly in the heart. "I tried my hardest to be patient. But you're doing this." He looked at her crying while holding the sexy photo. "If you mind marrying me. Then first! Why do you want to say your mother's words?" Dhyia Kharya continued to cry over her unfortunate fate.

Living in a household is not a dream of a woman who is legally married, then in the two behind her. However, this is what Dhyia Kharya should accept. Being a wife but never touched even once, even in a state of anger.

Ilker Can Carya is a gentle and burly young man with a handsome face that makes women crazy about him. Likewise with the woman of his past who still maintains it even though he knows that the man is married because of his good attitude to a woman that makes him not want to step down.

Ilker Can Carya is the only son of a successful and well-known entrepreneur. However, the status he holds is very good. However, not one bit made him arrogant. He also does not want to follow the behavior of boys who are generally born from prominent families behaving badly. He still maintains the attitude of being a polite man and speaks meek words. Although he often also has friends who are not good it does not make him change, let alone do rude to a woman, like most other men.

The education applied by the mother and the father from childhood taught him to be gentle to a woman even though he hated her so much.

"I will not be able to, Mas to survive," muttered Dhyia Kharya looking at her husband's tie that was located on the back of the chair. Walking out after keeping a photo of the woman in her original place.

The broom and the club then put it in its place. Walk supporting the body limply and close the door of her husband's office tightly. He continued walking while recalling the photo he had found earlier. The photo was very surprising and shock felt like his body was struck by lightning. Holding back a claustrophobic chest wanted to shout loudly and run from the blind shackles of love.

Slowly he slowly went down the stairs with a bent face. Put your feet on a long ladder.

"Biii!" shouted Dhyia Kharya softly at a housekeeper. Walking withstands pain in the chest that has no cure to date.

"Yes, Madam," said bi Benar out of the kitchen, looking at his approaching mistress.

"Sir, what did you say before you left?" ask Dhyia Kharya who often communicates about her husband to the aunt.

"There is no Madam. You just said, "He's coming home at night" said bi Benar saying what he heard.

"Is that all, Bi?" ask Dhyia Kharya again to confirm her hearing.

"Yes, ma'am" replied the aunt. Standing up while holding a washcloth staring at her mistress from behind.

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