Marriage is Because of Trust
Rana's fluttering that drains tears

Indeed, after the incident, Dhyia was still very friendly. He did not hesitate to start the conversation first even though his heart was already injured. The age of three years older than Rana did not make him once ignited full of hatred for the woman who had the status of her husband's sister.

"Where! Ma'am never doesn't like it when you're here" said Dhyia Pilu. I never hated you at all, believe me! Ma'am, it's also nice that you come back and stay here!" he said softly mixed with tears that bore on the eyelids.

"Allah! It's bullshit!" reply Rana threw her spoon into the dish. "I knew it long ago! You never liked me! Yeah, right?" snapped back.

"Astaghfirullah, Shana! Rana Istighfar. You never think, like that!" he said, standing straight. "Mbak already thinks of you as your own sister. So, where is possible, Ma'am can handle that with you." Dhyia looked at the woman affectionately by holding a cry in her throat.

Rana immediately turned her face pulling her lips slanted. "Sir, it's good at tongue-licking." Showing the index right to the face of the sister-in-law. "I never believed, what, Ma'am said." Go leave the woman hurt for her attitude.

Dhyia seemed to have now swallowed the bitter pill. Holding a grey hope. Staring at the back of the man who had become her husband went up with two teary eyes while hoping that Ilker would protect her a little from the younger brother, the gaze was so softly slicing through the heart because no one wanted to see it. Really he never thought that the man who recently made him touched turned out to have shown his bad attitude again. Holding down the cry in the throat.

Crystal grains continued to fall soaking both cheeks, hijab and floor also grieved looking at him. His still weak body seemed to be thrown against the wall strongly. The legs grew limp as the sounds attacked him.

The kitchen which at this moment happened to be silent made him take off everything in his pendam. Staring at the tip of the foot that was too stupid still persisted.

The door of the room was knocked firmly against the wall. He immediately entered and looked at himself in front of the cracked mirror. The resentment grew even more radiant as he stared at his reflection inside the mirror.

"Damn!" he was annoyed to see the fight earlier. Flipping to the table took the prescription drug that was seen accidentally earlier by her when she entered. It was hard for Ilker to hate the woman who stood up earlier completely. Pity and pity were still stored in his heart which made him hate himself even more.

Take a prescription of the drug roughly and then walk briskly down the stairs. Instead, Dhyia wanted to hope that the man she had been with for a long time lived to ask her, is it alright or not? Not a bit of thinking about him anymore.

In the same place, he still stands in the middle of the kitchen room surrounded by every corner is composed of cabinets storage kitchen items. In the middle of the room stood up straight a dining table that had already left bad memories for him.

Dragging the two legs that have been thrown by the waves, arranging and cleaning the table affected by chili and also the dishes used by her husband who still has a lot of leftovers while holding everything firmly. Covering all suffering patiently and accepting it sincerely is not an easy thing for a woman, like herself. Many times he always tried to be strong. However, for this incident he was very hit with the behavior of the husband who was not at all willing to defend him in front of the sister.

The matter is certainly felt by her. Stand strong while wiping the table and arranging the dishes to the sink. He wanted to defend himself. However, many times he failed and only returned it to the Khaliq that God was testing himself to see the extent of his ability to accept everything that happened.

This time only tears could she let out as a means to widen the burden fully stored in the heart.

If you are at the peak of sadness or disappointment. Do not hold the desire to cry. Cry because it can relieve feelings.

~ ~ Psychology

Dhyia was incessantly crying so that tears were dripping down her hand holding the glass to take out all the burdens she had been so deeply harboring.

While Ilker still took the prescription and redeemed the drugs that have been written by the doctor. Take his office car keys from the table located in the corner of the bed. Down the stairs with anger still enveloping him.

"Sir Altan!" he shouted at the door that had not yet opened hoping that the man would hear it.

In their little cottage with the approval of Ajnur Barlian Carya pak Altan, they were very serious about making a list of vacancies for the addition of Art in the Carya residence at the request of his male employer. Wrestling with sheets of white paper scattered on the floor adjacent to Edis and Balin's pack who had just sat down after putting all the equipment he bought earlier in the market, he said, in the kitchen that looks empty.

"Sir! Why sudden? Your master asked for the addition of an assistant?" ask Mr. Edis to mark the already tangled Pak Altan.

"Where do I know! Just suddenly! The young master yelled out to call me and told me to make this!" answer Pak Altan who dabbled with his writing.

"Right, is it as old as possible?!" said Mr. Edis provoked laughter from his two colleagues.

"Haha!" Pak Altan laughed giggling because bi Benar despite his age he was still strong to work alone. In addition he and bi Benar are enemies in terms of jokes that are often pinned to the woman.

In the car, Pevin appeared to be panicking alone after entering the road to the residence of the top model. Drive the car carefully and slowly while sharpening both eyes see every road, keeping watch from the foresight of Gohan Hakan who will be able to find his car.

Behind the lush flower tree Yilzid also saw a car light that panned right towards him. "Pevin," inwardly ran out looking at the incoming car while carrying his bag.

"Yilzid" Pevin said from inside the car as the car's lights hit the woman's face. He hurriedly drove the car as quickly as possible to approach the woman who had been standing waiting for a long time.

Honking as a gesture called out to Yilzid who looked puzzled. Sontak the top model had stopped the steps that wanted to hide back, avoiding the father. Turn your body slowly, like a person who is caught wet.

"Let's get on!" take Pevin, see the high gate of the house is still closed from behind the rearview mirror.

"Buruan, Pev! The road! Wait especially!" yilzid urged the frightened.

"Yes! Aye! Waita minute! My phone is sounding, here!" pevin said, taking his phone directly, followed by the right hand holding the steering wheel of a car that runs a little slowly.

Sontak Pevin was shocked. Both his eyes were glazed over. Heard the orders from behind the phone.

📱"Means starting tonight everything will be implemented? And tonight we have to start?" Instead of looking at the friend sitting right next to him, he was astonished and asked the person behind the phone.

His feelings, in fact, had been chaotic, until he had to stand alone outside due to his mistakes to fear being known by the people who loved him the most, now even added again with the panic of his loyal friend who was heard by himself. Glancing towards Pevin.

📱"All right! Then we'll be there soon" Pevin replied with a bit of despair. Turn off the phone.

"Where, anyway?" Yilzid asked astonished after his friend turned off the phone without any pleasure at all.

"Tonight we have a photo shoot!"

"What?" Yilzid. "Shooting way?" Yilzid.

"Hhhh!" Pevin nodded as a nodding gesture.

Yilzid's face instantly tightened. "Why do they set the schedule as they please! Do they want to make this shoot the same, like a company ? Who was suddenly told there was a sudden meeting? Is that?" Pevin stared furiously.

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