Marriage is Because of Trust
Rana's words that make Dhyia smell

After he was satisfied to complain everything to the picture of a woman who was seen laughing in the middle of the decorative lights, he then walked and met Rana in the green field.

"Him! Madam so go home?" true Tanya returned when she met the woman at the door border between the middle door and the kitchen.

Dhyia smiled and replied gently. "Yes, Bi! I'm going to go. But before that, I want to say goodbye to Rana." With a soft word he said it to the assistant so that he no longer bothered about the return of the employer he was most pleased with.

"Don't be long, Him! Later Bibi misses," said Correct, preparing breakfast for the young lady who has not spoken a word with her since she returned home today.

Letting go of the woman who wanted to see Rana before she got out of the house that already made her have a shelter. Standing up looked at the sister-in-law who was releasing arrows one by one onto the board. Breathing out ventured to greet from behind. "He's very sensitive" murmured Dhyia. Approaching Rana who took back the arrow.

Dhyia cleared her throat giving a sign to Rana that she was behind him. Rana's hand that wanted to take off the crossbow suddenly came to a halt. As if he recognized when he heard the deheman was none other than the voice belonging to the woman who had become his brother's wife.

Looking at it with a sharp glint full of hate. Shut up and close her lips as a sign that she doesn't want to talk at all for whatever reason. Continue to stand straight ahead in a casual home-style outfit complete with a headscarf wrapped around the neck, although it looks a bit relaxed yet, it still looks cool, like she once lived abroad.

"Where! Ma'am wanted permission to say goodbye," said Dhyia, staring at the woman who was pulling an arrow, indifferent and did not respond. However, the airy-hearted woman continued to say even though the woman did not care about it. "Mother there is a family gathering. So, Mbak was forced to go home," he explained carefully considering the woman who was playing arrows was very sensitive and irritable.

"Does anyone care, ma'am?" Rana raised a question that made Dhyia smell. His blood felt like it wanted to boil seeing the treatment of his sister-in-law that was getting outrageous. Control attitude so as not to get carried away by emotions. Distighfar in the heart while stroking the chest as a signal he must keep the attitude.

"If you want to go home! Yes just go home! After all, Brother is not here! So, what for? You have to be busy asking for permission." Rana tilted her head gazing towards the woman cynically at the follow with both hands holding the bow of arrow and pulled the arrow that was peeked at by True from behind the door on purpose. "Gosh, Non! Aunty did not expect, that Miss Rana who used to be good, was now like this!" his murmur sliced and stroked the chest, turning his face away from the two women he was looking at.

Turning back the head looks straight ahead right towards the board. "If you want to be long or not it's up to you!" he said while releasing the arrows. "Because here there is no Mama again," he continued with a happy face because madam Afsheen was the one who cared about him.

Dhyia is getting sad and sad to see the behavior of her sister-in-law who never, like this, she thought. Ever since he's been living in Carya's house."Abaghfirullah!" Said slowly, looking at the woman who had already thrown her face away from him and left the green field.

Go back inside the house to pick up bags and shoes neatly arranged in a shoe rack. Leaving that house for years has given her protection. "I won't be comfortable living here!" he said full of regret in his heart.

Closing the gate that happened to look quiet. Because the three workers have their own duties given by Ilker. Mr. Balin after he hates Correctly who did not ask for the amount of groceries went to the official workshop that has been a subscription for Ilker for years, since starting from the father. Carrying a scuffed luxury car that has been for weeks never cared for by her on the grounds of her forgetting.

While Pak Altan himself was busy spreading and pasting a new housekeeper search brochure that required as many as ten people. "If it's still lacking I'm forced to make it again, hix!" inwardly, weeping softly in the heart through the scorching hot sun.

Another with Edis sir who likes to mollor and sleep at this hour, plus his two friends go to complete their respective tasks. He pampered both eyes more and more and forgot his routine duty of guarding the fence.

The tightly closed fence was forced to be opened by Dhyia herself carefully and slowly so that no one would hear, let alone know that she was leaving with a bag.

However, True who saw from the inside right from the window glass attached on the stove table directly chased Dhyia out. "Him! Let Aunt open it," cried True from afar as she watched the little girl get a little overwhelmed pushing against the large, heavy fence.

"No need, Bi!" the answer is from the outside when you want to close the fence. It was right to stop regretful steps because the woman had closed the fence.

"I don't know if I should answer your question later, how?" Walking, like a helpless man, saw a foot stepping on the cement floor. "Not to mention Miss Rana... ." Glancing at the green field from afar was full of regret.

Alen reached Ilker's room after he hurriedly climbed the elevator that led to the twentieth floor. He quietly exhaled as if he was resting, leaning against the tube wall with a tired face to face the problems that are endless.

"Yilzid! How was the shooting last night?" Pevin asked wanting to know the reaction of his sidekick. Sitting down for a cup of tea and toast at Pevin's residence.

"For the moment I enjoy." Yilzid answered immediately.

"Hm!" Yilzid just mendehem looked straight ahead with a blank look.

Pevin was watching his best friend. "You why? How not excited?" Look at that top model from the side.

"I'm confused, Pev," he continued directly. "You know? To this day, I have never returned home. Even my phone I don't dare turn it on." Pevin stared at the glare of his eyes mixed with worry.

Pevin immediately put down his tea. "I know, you must be thinking about your Papa, right?" pevin asked in despair.

"This is all my fault. I was too brave to make the decision to get out of the house without permission, huh!" he sighed regretfully.

"Now you calm down! I'll help you get back home today." Pevin took the phone, kept his promise. "Oh, yes! Before I call your Papa! I want to say, if last night your bodyguard came here," he said with a heavy heart to tell.

"Then? Is my dad coming down, too?" ask Yilzid to investigate.

Pevin immediately turned his seat turning his head in the other direction. "No!" Raise both shoulders. "He's the only one who came down. And then he got in the car, before he got in he had a chance to talk but I don't know who it was with," he reopened the phone. Attach the phone to the ear after pressing the button that is emblematic of a green color phone image. "Oh, yes! But this number of yours is no longer active," he regretted full of disappointment.

"Where's the young lady going, anyway?" Burcu seemed restless waiting because until now the news about the woman where her whereabouts are not yet known. Looking at the cell phone, hoping that the woman will be alerted by mobile phone.

Burcu was obviously worried because the mother's life was in the hands of the young lady who was thinking of herself at this moment. Burcu held a forehead with a frustrated right hand. He wanted to avoid this moment. However, that will not be possible, because the life of the mother is more important than her own. Surviving and continuing to work well should he do when the top model is back later.

Gohan Hakan seems not eager to start his day. He shouted loudly back calling the guards, asking about his only daughter.

"Ronaaald!!!" Calling the guard in charge of overseeing the beautiful model and her personal assistant named Burcu.

He was the one who enjoyed breakfast after so long of vigil. "Yes the boss." Leaving the food running to the man who called. Stand up straight when you see a man leaning against his body in a rocking chair. The man who covered his face with a book about gold mines.

"Until where's your search?" He asked to put down the book. Stare nanar forward with both feet clung together complete with kimono attire.

"Sorry Boss. Miss's very hard to track because her phone's off." Ronald gave a reason for his obstacle.

Sontak Gohan Hakan wants to swallow the bodyguard. Throwing the book on the table with a look that made Ronald want to faint. "Search for one woman only you can't. So, what's your job here if that's all you can't handle?" snapped the man asked who made Burcu aghast and stopped his search for a moment. Running curiously closer to the source of the audible voice. From behind the ornamental closet he saw the bodyguard who was burly and scary face was trembling and pale.

"Again! Some more! And again it's always the reason you my son's cell phone is never active. You are a body guard! You should know the world better like this. Not only can it give me an excuse that makes my blood boil."

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