Marriage is Because of Trust
Airplane ticket in pants pocket

Then flush her body with a cold shower. Use soap all over the body. In times of hurry, his bad habit never changes, which is to forget something that became his main periority that he must keep from the discovery of the wife. The plane ticket that was in his pants pocket and wanted to be thrown away he did not remember at all.

Hurry up to pick up a folded towel inside the basket just below the face wash sink, he said, take it for granted because you want to chase the time that has been thinned to leave for the office so that towels are scattered out of the basket.

Dhiya who had been in the kitchen for a long time felt dumbstruck alone waiting for the True bi who he said would return today as well. Pacing back and forth in and out of the kitchen and the side door that every time the assistant passed.

Another case with Rana eyes that all night can not be closed due to the thought of the brother who changed away according to him, forcing himself this morning has not been willing to go down, down, seeing the man who had upset her leave for the office.

"Before I leave for the office, I have to call Alen first." Suddenly he thought so in following both hands tie a tie in front of a mirror that has not been repaired by Mr. Altan. He picked up the phone he had placed on the sofa. Open the slide up looking for contact number Alen.

Sticking the phone in the ear, walking back to the tolet wants to take the watch while looking at his face in front of the mirror. Does he look good or not?

"Sir Altan!" call Dhyia stop the man.

Look towards the voice that calls. "What's up, Him?" He asked immediately.

"Sir! Did Bi Right say, "Enter today?" The woman asked curiously.

"Where's the real Emang Bi going, His? Is he out? Go look for something?" Mr. Altan even asked back to wonder because he did not know it at all, especially suddenly so early he saw the woman lost the assistant.

"Bi was right last night to go home, sir. He said, "There are distant relatives coming to visit his house." The woman straightened out the confusion of the aged man.

"Then, I'm sorry, Him! You don't see it" said Mr. Altan regretfully. Swing your feet a step forward. ''Then please excuse me first! Want to do something else again" he said, in a hurry.

Dhyia was also moody after hearing directly from the caretaker of the flower garden belonging to the Carya extended family who did not know. Confused what he wanted to do since the man banned him. Sitting waiting is what he did in a neatly arranged chair on the terrace next to the house, which is a chair that is used to watch the show of arrow players who practice.

📱"Hello, sir," replied Alen after a long time the call was in .

📱"There's news coming in this morning?" Ilker immediately asked after his call was cut off. Wear a watch with your right hand.

📱"Night, I dabbled to find out, Sir... ." However, that person's face was extremely difficult to detect. He looks like a long-time mobster, sir." Alen said his own opinion about the identity of a person is not unusual according to him.

Ilker frowned silently hearing everything the crew was talking about clearly. Switch to sitting on the sofa wearing black socks.

📱"I want you today to be able to get a photo of the person's face," continued the leader demanded by not playing games. "The IC2 television broadcast was very bad. Until now still spelled out no one can handle it from the institution passed censorship."

Listening to a word, two words from the boss that seemed to change everything. Clenching both lips as a signal that he was really very heavy to do the thing he was told.

📱"Good, sir," he said repeating, hung up the cell phone then threw it quietly on the bed, away from it.

Ilker also turned off the phone, storing it in an office bag that is often carried. Tidy up the clothes and take the shoes neatly arranged in the closet, special place all kinds and brands of shoes.

Hurriedly closing the door and going down the stairs, she did not even look for Dhyia nor Rana. Both of his legs swiftly stepped over the wide staircase. Turn to the left right of the phone table. He who wanted to call the man suddenly did not so, because Pak Altan was already standing at the door.

Ilker seemed to feel being played with, with wide strides and an annoyed face he flipped over instantly when he heard Pak Altan's coughing voice.

So long wait finally, Dhyia was saturated and moved to go back into the room to take the clothes of the husband who was seen by her hanging in the bathroom. "Before True Bi returns. I'm taking clothes, Mas Ilker first." Open the bathroom door and pick up all the dirty clothes.

Before he went downstairs, he suddenly flashed as both eyeballs unintentionally looked at the pockets of the pants. "Yes!" muttered. "Bi True often checks the pants pocket first before putting it in the machine," his inner. Plopped it a bit inside. Suddenly he was astonished and frowned staring blankly forward. Pulling up the paper sheet.

The deg!

Spontaneously his entire body was limp and his heart wanted to stop. Both eyes seemed surprised to stare at the white sheet that read a name of a woman and a man who is none other than inwardly the name is the name of the lover of the heart of the husband.

His heart trembled reading the name written. Legs suddenly limp and want to hit the wall. The name of a woman he had never known at all, let alone met face to face. "Mas, I can't stand to see you still in touch with the woman of your past," Dhyia said with tears streaming down her eyes. "It seems like there is no way to save this marriage anymore" he groaned, staring at the paper that read the name of the airplane.

Destroyed was already in his belief. Again he was faced with something he did not want to know at all. However, God may have another will behind everything that happens. Desperation was clearly recorded in his mind now.

Tears continue to pour soaking in both cheeks that have taken confidence back. "God if there is no more happiness in this marriage. I ask all of Your pity to the servant." Staring right at the cracked mirror. "Maybe the way out is plastered, like this" he said inwardly pointing at a cracked mirror with both eyes.

Put the plane ticket on the tolet, followed by the details of the crystal that fell to the floor. Keep your head in front of the mirror. "I am too stupid to expect love from a man who does not love me at all" he muttered tightly clenched his pants.

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