Marriage is Because of Trust
Decided to leave

This... ." Ilker kept silent. "I'm no stranger to this face. It seems like I've seen it." Leaning his body docked to the back of the chair followed by a straight look while thinking. "Yilzid." Suddenly he said the name of the lover. Staring at the nanar with the face gurat thought, whether it was true or not. Suddenly he was immediately surprised to release his backrest. Exhales depression when the beloved's home comes to mind after a long time of thinking about it.

The deg!

"No! This is impossible... !" he said, rejecting the truth that comes. His heart stopped for a moment and crashed, bowed lethargic. Unable to accept the fact that it turns out the person who hinders his success is none other than the parents of the woman he loves very much. Shock was hysterical when he found out.

📱Taking the phone then told Alen to come see him in the room immediately. "Alen, meet me right now!" he said in a less pleasant tone of voice.

Alen also became unpleasant as well as afraid. Closing the phone without answering the boss's orders. Departing from the location postponed the next investigation. Riding a motorcycle out of the media office. In addition to working as a crew he also had been a journalist so that he did not experience the slightest difficulty, but rather he had to be more careful of everyone he met anywhere.

Disguising to be a spy into the mafia world is not an easy thing, it is very testing guts, also hone the ability to think, seeking information and protecting yourself from sudden attacks from unknown directions is very dangerous for a woman.

"My investigation has to stop now, huh!" he said he snorted while wearing a helmet. Insert the motor key and take it out of the parking lot.

True who was busy dragging chairs and tables to clean under, suddenly stopped when he saw a shadow approaching him, flipping backwards.

"Bi, today I want to go home to my relatives," said Dhyia, looking down at the tip of the foot.

Really so surprised. "What, Him? Village home?" Stopping sweep. "Why is it suddenly sudden, Him?" ask the assistant with a surprised face. Holding broom.

"It just so happens that today there is a Thanksgiving event. So they want me there. They also told him a little suddenly." Dhyia immediately replied to him, staring at the look on the assistant's face. "Again, Bi. ever since I worked here, I haven't been there to this day." He gently gave his understanding to the assistant so as not to suspect anything from him.

"But, Him! Master does not exist. And the Madam has not had breakfast, either" said Correctly puzzled.

"That's necessary, Bi. I'm fasting again," continued Dhyia. Standing hiding what had happened before the assistant who seemed to want to kidnap information that he did not know. "Oh, yes, Bi. Mas Ilker's clothes have been placed in the washing machine," he said, pulling a smile covering the sadness.

Walked away from the female assistant. Behind the glass of the ornamental closet, Dhyia briefly looked at her heart wrapped in a heartache. Stepping on, climbing the stairs with tears in the eyes. "I didn't think it would happen like this. I have kept it myself in my heart long enough. But, in the end, this is the path I have to choose. Go and leave all. It may be difficult if the heart condition improves. However, it was easier if everything happened like this," his inner being cried out.

The winding road that stretched wide in front of him as if crossing with one wood was forced to balance the body so as not to plunge freely into the abyss.

He picked up a book that was a bit faded and began to wear out. "This book will be my friend. On every road ahead. He won't leave me. He will always be there for me, helping me and cooling my soul. Take the designer book and mushaf of the Qur'an which has been soothing for a sad heart.

On the third floor Cecar and Derya are very busy compiling script after program that will revive the prestige of the tv station which has now started to participate also slumped almost the same as the IC2 television station. It's not just Cecar and Derya.

A group of people also took part, intervening in handling the project. The entire crew involved was so enthusiastic about helping with the handling of the event that would be aired soon.

Everything was neatly arranged in the room. The bag that used to be carried by her first came to Carya's house was already barked up on the bed. All her clothes from the closet had been placed on the bed as well. He took some of his personal clothes and left the clothes that came from the Carya family, including the wedding ring. He didn't want to take it at all. He just took the phone he kept in a drawer right near the fancy ring Ilker gave him at the wedding.

For a moment he stared fixedly at the ring as if it had given him a memory. Whether it's a sweet memory or a bitter memory. The woman closed the drawer tightly. Move to pick up the pen located on the corner table right next to the hear board while tearing a small piece of paper from inside his diary. He also wrote a memo.

Mom, I know I'm nobody. I'm just a poor girl who gets a little happiness out of compassion. It wasn't easy for 'me to accept all the painful attitude changes.

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"If the Madam leaves and don't excuse me sir. What will we say to you later? Not to mention that Master asked, "Why can Dhyia leave?" Practicing the style of the young master who is soft but pretentious to follow the curate of the face pias. "Yes, God! What do I have to answer?" tanyanya despair. "It is not easy to confront the young master. He will definitely be furious and we will be the ones to be targeted?!" moans just keep attacking his mind and messing up his mind getting tangled.

Running out looking for Miss Rana, maybe she will get a solution if she talks about it with her employer on that one. "So, it looks like Miss," asked in doubt as if she had smelled perfume. Remember who came down. Standing in front of the door leads right to the green field where the archers practice and play. "none. I didn't find anyone," he muttered looking through the field looking for someone he wanted to meet.

"I should have realized that dreams are just dreams, and dreams never come true" he said bitterly. Carry a bag that has old clothes. Carrying a cell phone that is very simple and outdated when compared to the whole cell phone of children today.

Opening the room door and looking back to see the entire corner of the room that had been the place of residence at night, at a glance he also looked towards the golden colored sofa before he left it.

Close the door with your right hand while your left hand holds the bag. Step a heartbroken foot down the stairs that coincide with the stairs on the right that is directly connected to the magnificent living room. Stand straight with your left hand holding the bag. "Tante, maybe Auntie can smile there. After Aunt's will is fulfilled. Maybe Auntie there was relieved to have given the son of Aunt with love and affection to 'me. But not with me Tan," she said with two teary eyes. All this time Auntie had high hopes for 'me and also loved me so much that I felt bad for Auntie because I now feel a little desperate to live it all, and so I feel a little, without a single hint of mutual respect between us. I tried as much as I could to survive. However, I'm sorry Auntie. if today I give up," said Dhyia staring at a lamp shaped like a pair of lovers of a man and a woman. "I'm sorry Aunt" he said softly staring at the luxurious lamp inside which was a woman.

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