Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker's hatred and Dhyia's panic

The night is getting late Ilker who was redeeming drugs has now arrived in front of the fence while Yilzid is still at war with his suspicions that still survive standing behind the back of Pevin and the mysterious man behind the glasses blacker.

"I've never seen him together, Pevin. For so long I have known Pevin so far, he has never told me about a man, "yilzid was astonished to stare fixedly at the tall man from his glance.

Pevin was overjoyed because the photo shoot was so, forced. Cheerfully cheer in the heart non-stop because everything is going smoothly. Saw a blank check that the man placed on the table right next to the contract sheet.

"Well! It's very interesting, a blank check at a suitable price" Pevin whispered in his heart. Staring at the check and wanting to take it right away if he doesn't keep his pride. Glanced at the top model who was sheltering right behind him. The woman who was groaning with a hateful shout wrestled an inner war against the woman who became his protective friend, thinking he would be loyal and take care of her.

Ilker also climbed the stairs to see the condition of the wife. Even so, he could never ignore the woman who had been edited by him, even though hatred still enveloped the marriage that occurred. Opening the door of the room that is not locked.

Put the medicine down and go down the stairs to the kitchen to get food for the wife. Put it all inside the plug, complete with drinking water and side dishes to eat. After all that had happened, the man looked so caring this time towards the woman lying helplessly. He so lovingly prepared everything for the weak woman to get better again.

He turned to the room, climbed a long, wide staircase and carried a tray alone. Now he's seen, like a reliable chef who caters to his special customers.

Pushing slowly down the door with your toes still wearing casual shoes and cool home-style clothes. Looking up at the woman lying down followed by both hands put a talam on the corner table right next to the wife lying down.

"Dhya!" Call him gently to forget for a moment the problem that happened earlier. Sitting next to his wife. "Eat a little! So that you get well soon" said Ilker, holding a plate filled with rice with his left hand and with a gentle look full of pity.

At once Dhyia, like dreaming heard a voice that woke her up. Opening both eyes slowly followed the panic as the man was now sitting next to him clearly. Pulling his body straight and leaning against the heardboard right then and there. The man who saw it in his gaze was also with a look of fear. Trembling and shaking and all his palms and feet were cold to see that the man had been loosened before him.

"Fill your stomach with this first" said Ilker, leaning gently toward his wife. "You haven't filled your stomach all day, have you?!" Ilker asked and looked down at the rice. "It's still warm! And this is very suitable for eating with the condition, like you," he continued as if pointing at the plate held.

I don't know what made the woman sitting in front of him shut her mouth tightly. Listening to everything as if, like a fool and just looking at rice, like a astonished person.

The man took a spoon after he saw the reaction of the wife who remained unmoved. Spread a spoon filled with rice and fish right into the woman's mouth. The mouth is still open. To him the change in attitude of the man sitting before him at this moment, was like a hard blow that at times might throw him back easily, to the point of breaking into useless pieces, he said, he thought staring at the spoon swinging in the air.

"Mas, I can eat by myself" he said directly. Take the swinging plate and spoon.

Actually Ilker was eager to ask about the state of the woman who is now his wife. However, that desire he denied because he did not want to show his excessive sympathy to the woman. Because for her only Yilzid deserves the only woman who deserves that sympathy.

A tablespoon also wanted to fall when the speech hit him. His breathing wanted to stop he really did not expect that the man who had married him could say that easily. Both of his eyeballs were back in tears holding back the bursts that were crashing inward.

The man seemed to realize that his words were already a little offensive. "At the same time your situation has not improved," he continued to improve the words. "I don't want to have any silly problems, like that." Staring out the window looking at the tree that was often visited by the mother in the morning. "For home business! You also don't need to help right!" she said that made Dhyia turn her back.

The deg!

The glass he was holding wanted to slip out of his hand. Silence pecked in followed with the look of an eye, like a person who was dumbfounded. The hand that wanted to take the medicine was immediately detached from the edge of the table.

"Mas, True Bi is not wrong!" Dhyia straightened out the mistake. "Bi True is not at all wrong, Mas!" Dhyia felt bad when she heard it as if her husband was accusing True who had asked Dhyia to help her work. "Please don't involve Bi Right, Mas." He pleaded with a bitter voice. Put the medicine you want to drink.

From the front of the man who was still staring out the window heard the defense made by a woman who holds the status of his wife to their domestic assistant behind him.

"Sometimes it actually happens. Then it's over, Bi Benar," she said in a panicked heart after her husband found out the truth. Swallowing the medicine he had put down.

Ilker is no longer saying that not because he is happy. However, because he was upset because the woman who had been repeatedly reprimanded turned out to have the guts to also answer from behind. He also clenched the hand he put on the window with all his might as a sign that he hated the woman who had repeated the same thing again while biting both molars.

"Pak Altan's work is about to end." Mr. Balin whispered softly into Mr. Edis' ear, glancing at the busy man while inspecting the car. "It seems from afar that Mr. Altan is so serious about doing it! Until we fishing by calling "chess" he was not shaken," said Mr. Edis amazed.

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