Marriage is Because of Trust
Anger at discotheques

"Miss, the lady's friend has already left," replied the female bodyguard standing before her. "Who are you?" yilzid asked back in wonder. "I've never seen you here" he said, looking at the bodyguard's face. Sit on his body on the head board.

"Include Miss. My name is Burcu. I was assigned by Miss's father to look after Miss," Burcu's friendly light lowered his head in salute.

"What?" Yilzid immediately brushed off his blanket. Shocked widened to hear the reality that made her breath tight. "Papa, why give me a bodyguard?" the question in his heart began to be difficult to move. "Did I hear wrong?" ask Yilzid to make sure. Staring at Burcu who stood firmly.

"No Miss. You didn't hear me wrong" Burcu replied without diminishing respect.

Suddenly Yilzid's body immediately limp mixed with trembling to imagine his father who was violent. His fingers trembled until his father found out he had come home from London without saying goodbye. "Did my father give you a message for me?" yilzid asked curiously with a raging heart.

"No Miss," Burcu replied which made Yilzid's heart relieved even though he couldn't confirm it.

Relying his limp body on the head board of the bed. Sitting on knees while frightened. "Papa, will definitely come back here?!" he muttered inwardly recalling the habits of Gohan Hakan. "Now you go out!" yilzid's orders. Looking at the tall and muscular female bodyguard.

Dhiya Kharya, who was anxious to think that Ilker was still sitting on the prayer mat while holding his hands sincerely for the safety of her husband. Her tears were dripping down both cheeks and mucus.

Inside the discotheque Ilker who was already sitting at the bar table looked at the drink located in front of him. The glass that was waiting to be reached now only seen. It was heavy for Ilker to pick up the glass and drinks located.

"I can't drink this" whispered Ilker in his mind. "A drink I never touched at all" he continued.

While Dhyia still hopes to the Khalik for the looseness of her household problems and the tenderness of her husband who already hates her so much, she may even let go. Her tears continued to flow non-stop.

"Darling, you're alone" seduced a woman from behind in a sexy outfit, even sexier than Yilzid.

Suddenly Ilker was aghast and looked at the woman with a seduced gaze that was covered by the hat he was wearing. The soft black leather jacket was still seen covering his dashing body.

"Darling, why didn't you answer me?" asked the woman while stroking Ilker's shoulder with a very seductive face. It was tempting to think Ilker in his mind.

"Let go!" shouted Ilker displeased. Brushed the woman's hand violently.

"Aaugh!" the woman shouted loudly. "You hurt me, yeah!" he continued shouting deliberately to trap Ilker.

All the people who were at the bar turned their head directly towards them, both those who sat down to enjoy their drinks and the entertainment women and who were dancing hot. Accompanied by loud music deafening the ears.

An emotional Ilker tries to hold back for his good name and the company that has been the honor of his family all along.

"He! He has hurt me" cried the wicked woman.

With great anger the man who was bodied and muscular was immediately pulled the monkey jacket Ilker. "Don't try to make a scene here! This is our area!" shouted the two spooky men. "You know it here! This is our place. Anyone who makes a fortune here will be facing us!" his screams raised a fist towards Ilker's face which was covered by a hat. "If you want your life to be safe. Get out of here!" the sound is mixed with loud music. Pushed Ilker violently and almost fell down.

Ilker's face immediately flushed red withstanding the anger that wanted to overflow. It was a very embarrassing thing for him. A respectable company leader is insulted by a dirty place.

"Curtain!" said Ilker throw disgusting saliva. Walking briskly out of the discotheque passed many people who stood crowded the road that made a bit of his body forced to slip to avoid the woman who would touch him. "What you're doing Ilker can get to where, like this, "he's upset in the heart of entering the parking lot.

While outside there are some journalists who are busy covering to find information, accidentally seen by him. Tight footsteps immediately stopped looking for a hiding place. Walking settles - tend to slip from a parked car. "Damn, this is all because of that woman!" he said he was angry in his heart to remember Dhiya while saving himself from the onslaught of journalists who would see him. "My life is getting shitier now!" his grunts who saw his favorite luxury car scuffed. "Sad !" Hit the car upset. "I should be able to choose now," muttered Ilker looking at the car.

The car that was abrasive was severe enough that he entered directly and covered himself from reporters who were covering. The branded car then quickly penetrated the road. Ilker who was quite good at driving never thought about what happened to him in the middle of the road. Especially when he is angry. He must have driven, like a racer speeding.

Dhiya who is ready to hang mukena. Down the stairs that look luxurious and made of plain white granite 60x120 cm and classic railing that is very luxurious makes True lazy to ride it. Step slowly and think of Ilker who made his heart uncomfortable. " Why hasn't Mas Ilker come home yet?" inner Dhiya was restless. Walk straight open the door.

"Since the quarrel, Mas Ilker always did. She always leaves without telling me or calling me," said Dhyia in a heart that had known Ilker for a long time. Look at the car garage located far away at the end of the yard. Dhyia felt more guilty. He again regrets himself for accepting Afsheen's mother's request. "If this hadn't happened." Dhyia continued to stare straight at the closed gate.

While Ilker is colliding with his inner turmoil that can no longer be changed. Rice has become porridge. All her hopes had run aground to build a household with Yilzid the lover who had been with her for a long time.

"Why did Mom give you that choice? Why?" shouted Ilker annoyed. Hit the steering wheel hard. "I'm Stupid! Why did you choose that woman?" regret is useless. Driving the car was getting faster as if he felt, he was in the car race place. The car kept on going and almost wanted to hit the truck. "Sad! Why do we have to walk in the middle? Doesn't he know there's another way, cih!" Avoid the car immediately.

The outgoing bodyguard made Yilzid even more depressed considering his father would make him, like a prisoner.

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