Marriage is Because of Trust
Yilzid's suspicions were behind the cooperation

Ilker parked his car in a parking lot provided by the owner of the pharmacy. Hurry down while picking up the recipe located on top of the steering wheel of the car. Pick up the car keys hanging and open the car door.

"Is there anything we can help you with, sir?" ask the pharmacy guard kindly. Looking at the agitated and anxious looking Ilker.

"I'm going to make up for this prescription drug." Ilker handed the sheet of paper in front of the guard.

"Sorry, Sir!" he said it came back that made the man even more frustrated. The shopkeeper then continued his talk after seeing the face of the man standing before him turn slightly disappointed. "This is a prescription drug on whose behalf, yes sir? Fear later when in the drug can be confused, if it goes over with another prescription drug," he said.

Ilker took a deep breath looking at his carelessness until he forgot to pay attention to the prescription and told the doctor to write his wife's name with a relaxed he also mentioned the name of the wife complete with his age.

"Good, Sir! Waita minute!" the guard said after writing the name and age of the drug user. Enter the pharmacist's room to submit a prescription.

In a room that is very gripping for a woman, like Yilzid is very stressful. He kept whispering in his friend's ear that felt nothing at all.

"Yilzid, you better shut up. This is not gonna happen. I may have taken you to a terrible place" Pevin continued to step into a sealed room right in the corner of the wall.

"Actually what are we going to do, come here anyway?" ask Yilzid who is still wearing clothes bought by the lover while on their vacation earlier. Following Pevin from behind is somewhat seen guarding himself from unwanted things.

I haven't knocked on the door yet. The man from inside immediately told them to come in. "Please enter!" he said from the inside that Pevin was surprised and stopped the swing of his right hand in the air right in front of the door he wanted to knock on.

He was impatient to hold the door knof and immediately put his right foot in.

"As per our agreement. Tonight we'll start shooting for commercials starring your chosen model." The man immediately turned his chair in front of the two women who one of them did not know him at all, namely Yilzid, a woman who works as a model who agreed to a cooperation contract with him.

Staring at the two women from behind the black glasses still hanging on both eyeballs. Yilzid who was standing behind Pevin shifted his body a step to the side silently. Be curious about the man sitting across the table they approach.

"You don't worry! I will handle everything as much as possible tonight. Even if there is not much time. We can continue tomorrow" said Pevin, who is no stranger to the man. Yilzid from behind continued to tilt his head as if peeking at the mysterious man.

He never stopped looking at the suspicions of every curve and face of the man who had moved out of his chair who had not opened his glasses at all.

"A real night, like this, is perfect for taking photos rather than during the day," the man walked out of his chair into a closed room that made Yilzid even less sure of Pevin.

Braugh!

The door opened wide. Both of Yilzid's eyes widened. Seeing a room that made his hair goosebumps that forced his intention increasingly want to cancel the cooperation contract. See a room filled with romantic nuances.

The man behind the sunglasses also smiled sumringah if this photo shoot advertisement was done. "I'm definitely going to be a rich man?!" he muttered with a happy laugh in his heart because he had managed to trap the son of a high-class mafia who had violated a little deal. Glancing at the woman who had pale face and was frightened when the sexy woman saw the bed.

The apothecary who was serving Ilker came out of the room carrying some prescription drugs. Ilker who saw it instantly turned off the phone. He then put the advanced phone in his pants pocket. Closer to the pharmacy employees who have come to bring medicine.

"This, sir the medicine," said the servant who served him earlier as Ilker stood before him. Handing medicine. "For the drinking rule! We've written it here!" Showing the writing in pieces of paper attached to each type of drug.

"All right!" The man who had been waiting for a long time then handed over the card to pay all the bills. Walking tight, looking down while looking at the medicine in his grasp. Waiting for the cashier to re-direct the card.

Alen still could not seem to accept the decision from their boss. He's so, moody. Sit alone in the room. "Having other tasks is not easy! I have to find out everything from zero. This time I have to fight alone without friends and without experience." Staring at his work clothes hanging in front of the room door.

Sitting leaning on the headboard looking straight ahead when remembering the decision Ilker had in the room for him and Cecar who joined a team with Derya.

He slowly dropped his weak body on the bed. Lying on his left side closed both eyes to relieve his sadness after performing his worship. He feels a little good. Straightening his two legs were shaking earlier when attacked by the husband and sister-in-law.

Alen paused his intention of closing his eyes. Look at the ceiling of the room and then get off the bed.

Geck! Tok ! Geck!

The foot that wanted to step onto his desk instantly came to a halt. Looking towards the door that was knocked from the outside.

"Mother" said Alen as the door opened.

"You haven't slept, son?" asked Ms. Ilen to immediately reprimand the princess only wayangnya. "Mom walked out for a while looking for the wind. When Mom's outside! I see your bedroom window is not locked." Worrying about her daughter, she shut the window.

"It's very hot in here, ma'am. So, I opened it." Look at the mother who cares and loves her with all her heart.

"But you're still a girl, boy! If too often exposed to the wind tonight your body so, sickly when old." Bu Ilen also pulled the curtains directly. "Look! Young age should be taken care of, so as not to hurt. Later, if you're sick all you can't enjoy." Ilen continued to explain to the princess only his puppet.

Alen who stood close to his body on the workbench looked increasingly quiet. He even only occasionally responds to the mother's words by sharing a thin smile.

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