Marriage is Because of Trust
A stern warning to Pevin

In the morning Dhyia woke up early, as she usually always performed ritual worship to the Khaliq. Compassion with a beautiful word as a form of gratitude is still given a chance to breathe.

Forgetting the man who was still sleeping soundly behind him just above the sofa adjacent to the window and covered by a thick cloth that the woman was wearing last night. Start early with a sweet story. However, for an ordinary woman, like herself, she had to think repeatedly to get it.

Silently sit back for a while contemplating the identity, leaning the body that is still wrapped in mucus slowly to the wall. Recall the words of the man who was her husband last night.

Take the mushaf and read it so that his mind and mind again bright and calm. The character of every human being is all different nothing is the same, like the desire in the heart, he thought. While reciting the holy verses.

The morning wind not only woke Dhyia, but also woke Rana. The spoiled and slightly hard female Rana also did, as did the sister-in-law. He also carried out his duty towards the morning, which was to face the Khaliq. Habits applied by both parents that he never forgot. He always remembered the advice of the mother when they were together, had to be a good person and should not leave the prayer. It was clearly imprinted in the recesses of his soul. Reading the holy verses according to what he learned as a child or growing up.

Inside a room that was numbing to a model, like this Ziya Yilzid was completely insane and extremely curb-bound. The phone kept him looking while holding back the sleepiness caused by himself and his friend who dared to play crazy in the middle of the night.

"The shoot will not be carried out tomorrow" said Yilzid, who sounded loud to the ears of the man who was finished with his chatter on both phones, his reflexes turned to the direction of the voice he thought was wrongly from a model.

"Nobody is void of this partnership! A covenant is a covenant that cannot be broken even the slightest!" The man walked, followed by the right hand opened the glasses that made Yilzid more shocked in addition to hearing rejection from the man turned out he was none other than his father's own co-worker.

"Who's this guy's name? I don't know but .. I've seen him with Papa," he said in his heart.

Groaning annoyed at the man he had not known deeply at all. "You can't ban me" Yilzid continued. " As long as I'm a model and working together on a job! No one has ever dared to challenge me, let alone force it, like you did!" attack directly with hardikan.

"But that's the other one. Aren't you?" the man asked as if he seemed more and more happy to accept the challenge from the model while Pevin was silent to see the two of them. "not me! If with 'me no one can argue even if only the slightest!" Especially to cancel the contract that has been signed." This time the man really did not want to let go of the beautiful and sexy woman who works as a model. Look at Pevin who's worried about the situation.

Amidst the morning feud began to be seen from the clouds that had turned a little blue. On the sidelines of the echoing sound filled the room that has been neatly arranged for the right activities. Now no longer in demand by the model because he was not sure when his eyes saw a bed.

From behind, though, Pevin whispered to appease Yilzid who was feuding with the man and occasionally also the woman who liked to dress like a man this glanced towards Yuzer who would not lose a fight with the model.

"Finally, this commotion occurred," Pevin's inner gulped. Anxious mixed with panic about something that happened considering that Yuzer was a friend of one of the mafia. How no more panicked, Yilzid spoke at will to a man he had never known to be completely the same.

"Yilzid stop it!" pevin whispered pulling his arm backwards. "It's not what you imagined!" he said slowly, whispering at once carefully from the man who saw him pull the woman's arm.

The man just kept quiet. Not a word has come out of his mouth. Put on a seat belt properly and put in a car key which he happens to want to immediately meet a colleague who is waiting.

"Send him to work well . I don't want any loss from this ad. And yes!" He looked at Pevin. "Remind him once again to be polite when speaking to me. Until this moment I was still being nice to her because considering she was a woman and a co-worker," he said, staring at the woman standing outside from behind the rearview mirror.

Pevin silently nodded, accompanied by anxiety, while Yilzid from the bottom of his heart was no longer willing to continue. However, he also had to think with a cold head if he was stuck with the problem also with the father who until now he had not also given any news at all, from the moment he escaped from the house secretly. Depression certainly covers it. Silence decides its own choice it is the best path, he thought. "Which will actually smear my own face because it has licked my own spit," he grunted in annoyance. "You?" He asked back. "Yes! I have to want to! I have no other choice, if I want to return home safely." He continued to battle himself with his inner self, staring out occasionally at the car and the woman who was talking about something. "It's all because of Ilker. He's already drowning me in a complicated matter."

The two bodyguards looked on guard from attacks that might come from outside, as ordered by the boss. Staring fixedly at the car and the woman who was still standing with a shriveled face.

"If this continues, for a long time I have to be extra hard to convince Yilzid, if this is just playing ads." Pevin sighed neutralizing the panic in front of the man who had already closed the windshield. Driving fast seems to be chasing time, like wanting to meet someone who is very important.

Twisting with a crumpled feeling, gazing towards the open door and the two guards who were keeping watch until morning blind.

Ilker who fell asleep instantly woke up as his body tilted wanting to fall to the floor. Suddenly he was immediately shocked nervous and dazed to see his condition that almost fell to the floor. Sitting over a blanket, follow both eyeballs to see the clock hanging just above the bedroom door.

Get off the sofa in the middle of a quiet room there is only him and a cracked mirror that is busy preparing himself to go to work. Go inside the bathroom undressing and pants and hang them on the hunger.

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Seriate...