Marriage is Because of Trust
A deadly threat to Burcu

Pevin just gulped, seeing the bursts his friend had against him. "Yil, actually this is a smooth path for you. With this, you can make excuses for your father. So you can go back home." Pevin gave me advice.

"Reason? How's it?" yilzid asked astonishedly, glancing at the friend.

Pevin smiled after Yilzid asked lightly and said. "You calm down! I will arrange everything. Now we have to prepare for the shoot first," he said, driving forward. "It is fitting that you return to the world that has made you, as now the world has raised your name." Pevin returned to light. "A lot of people out there want to, like you are right now. Even they are willing to do anything. Not infrequently also sell themselves for a name and a lot of money" he said.

"Indeed right! What the hell are you saying? It's not easy being who I am today. So many struggles that I have done, so that I can achieve it," Yilzid continued smiling. "To the extent that Ilker used to fight, so that I could become a model like this." Smiling silently remembered him. "We were so compact and happy. Everywhere is always together until many say, "If we are a love match and can never be separated," smiled bitterly. "But that's just an assumption. It's just bullshit. Those words were just an amusement when one saw something beautiful." Staring straight with a blank look then glancing towards Pevin who was sitting driving next to him. "They will certainly issue a statement that can make the object complacent and confident?! As if it was going to happen in front of him." Staring nanar towards Pevin who looked at him also with eyes highlight sympathizing with the incident.

The car continued to break down the road to the photo shoot. "It's not too late.Toh you guys, 'will still be in a relationship," said Pevin.

"Yes, winning there is still a relationship between us. Relationship as a woman who thirsts for affection towards a man who already has a wife."

" Why are you talking like that, anyway, Yil?" Pevin immediately complained to hear the words spoken by his friend.

"How can't it? He's been a little weird lately. He's not like he used to be." Recalling Ilker's attitude towards him. "The woman never lost her mind. Everywhere, every moment, minute, second and whatever it is that I don't know. Even he thought about it all the time," Yilzid grumbled as if in despair. Swinging both hands in the air.

The paved road was half over. Pevin, who was driving seriously, felt what his best friend felt as if he had heard from the words that came out along the way.

Gohan Hakan who had arrived home again asked the guards. "Ronald! Any word from Yilzid?" I asked frantically as the door opened.

"We've searched all over the places frequented by Miss. But we're still very difficult, the boss found him" Ronald said with caution. Glancing towards Burcu who until now is still looking for the existence of the model through a tracking device.

"Find one daughter you can't!" snapped Gohan Hakan directly on the sidelines of his busy life who wants to immediately make a mission to destroy Ilker. "You haven't found him all day" he said, who had lost his mind seeing his two men who were so careless. Looking towards the female bodyguard who had failed in carrying out her duties.

"If only tonight! You haven't found Yilzid! You'll know the consequences!" He threw a finger at the woman. "What can I do to your mother!" The man threatened the woman who was already entangled by his own choices. Accepting a job with a mobster takes great courage and guts for the safety of the mother who is in need of intensive care from the hospital.

Her fingers holding the tracking device came to a halt as the threat was thrown at her and made her pale to gulp. The face of the mother lying weakly in the hospital. "From the very beginning, I had been thinking bad things about this work," his mind stuttered after the man posed a deadly threat, about the life of his mother who knew nothing. Shaking restrained the fear that started to cross his mind.

"His son is much more precious! Than a life of a stranger I don't know." Those words instantly sent Burcu crashing into a deep valley.

The mafia, it seems, is not just messing with the threat. "Listen within 24 hours! If you haven't found Yilzid yet, all the hospital fees and facilities will be taken out" he said, stopping the heart of the girl standing in front of him.

He spontaneously fell silent, frozen pale in front of the ruthless mafia. Not a word he dared to say.

"It looks like they're waiting for us" Pevin said, opening the car door, next to his hand turned on the car lights to look for a self-identification when he saw there were several guards standing guard at a location.

"Is this the address?" yilzid whispered to Pevin who was busy looking for an identification tag that had not yet been met.

Look down at the objects she took out of the small drawer just below the steering wheel. "From the message I read this address," Pevin replied briefly.

"You sure?" Yilzid asked again because he was astonished to see a slightly creepy place. "Isn't this, like a mafia place?" his mind asked worriedly.

Get out of the car following Pevin who draped an identification tag around the neck. Walking past the two guards who were guarding closely while inspecting them.

"If he should not be examined" Pinta Pevin pointed out, pointing Yilzid to the two men on duty.

The two bodyguards looked at Pevin suspiciously. When Pevin saw it he immediately understood . " He is our model. He will star in some ads needed by the boss," he continued, explaining in front of Yilzid who knew nothing at all.

"All right! Please enter! And before entering, please press the button near the door." One of the guards turned his body towards the door that was a distance away from them.

"All right!" answer Pevin who already knows the meaning of the box. Walking with Yilzid left the guards on duty and approached a box called by a bodyguard.

"Why does this place make me feel so weird?" inward Yilzid asked when he saw Pevin sticking his palm over a box hanging on the wall. "It looks like it's a fingerprint recorder" he went back inside and followed Pevin as he stepped inside after the door opened.

Walking with mixed feelings and goosebumps and mixed with fear that attacked all over his body as he walked around looking so abnormal, he thought. Where the room was so quiet, quiet and quiet as if the atmosphere was very tense in addition to the floor there were many bottles of liquor scattered and chairs that were already a little shabby, a little, like unkempt. His footsteps seemed to be laid out when he looked up at the ceiling of the building which was filled with bright lights installed so gripping.

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