Marriage is Because of Trust
For the first time

Throughout the day IIker only mentions unclear. Eliminate all complaints that arise in his mind.

Dhiya did not feel that he had been waiting for Ilker for a long time, stood up and sometimes sat down, tired and asleep in the tv room precisely on the sofa.

"Him!" call Right gently. "Wake, New. It's night," whispered True flicking Dhiya's shoulder.

Dhyia who was still thinking with Ilker opened her eyes and was shocked. "Auntie," he said sitting in a daze looking around. "Have you gone home?" ask Dhyia expectantly.

"Not yet, Him," True replied in disappointment. Stand up and feel sorry for Dhyia. "Mistress should rest in the room" suggested Correct. Seeing the dark day.

"Well, Bi," replied Dhyia sadly mixed with disappointment. Getting up and returning to the room walked slowly staring out of the windowpanes, hoping Ilker had arrived.

It was all an illusion, Dhyia thought. The hope that he had hung on the Khaliq was still full of mystery. Throwing away the wishful thinking that continued to dwell in his mind he went back up the stairs which was never exhausting for him, thought Benar peeking at his young mistress from the middle door. "I feel sorry to see, madam. I think since she got married. He'll be happy." Stare True sad to see the fate of Dhiya who was once his coworker first.

"If you are sad. You're the one who replaced the mistress, ptfff," Altan chirped in surprise Right, holding back a laugh.

"You said it, when it came," cried True annoyed and surprised to leave his young mistress.

As usual before the return of her husband Dhyia continued to carry out her duties facing the Khalik. Everything has been neatly unfolded. "What, Mas Ilker already prayed?" the question in his heart worried Ilker who could not accept it.

Outside the page the sound of Ilker's scuffed luxury car was heard honking.

Ton! Ton! Ton!

The guards rushed busy to open the fence. While Dhyia is still fervent with her prayers.

"Yes, Sir!" shouted the guard while pulling the fence.

The luxury car was speeding by lightning. The shock made the gatekeeper very surprised. Unusual luxury cars, like that now left them in shock.

The car went into the garage. Ilker went down in anger. "Today everyone's looking for trouble!" closed the car door hard.

Braugh ! Which makes the guard fence gaping and heard up into the house. "Altan, sir is home. Quickly open the door!" right's order hurriedly ran over to Pak Altan who was enjoying a cup of tea after arriving from his relatives' house.

"What's wrong? Don't pull, my clothes will be torn!" tegur Altan brushed his shoulder rough.

Puk!

Right hit his shoulder hard. " Young master has arrived" he said.

Uhuk ! Uhuk! Uhuk!

Altan was surprised to spout the tea out. "What?" tanyanya turned her head right. Leaving the tea and running open the door.

As soon as the door opens. "Please come in, sir," said Altan looking down at Ilker who was walking fast without looking at him the slightest bit holding the door. "Huh, go straight in. The policy grew longer and longer," said Altan in his heart looking at his master who climbed the stairs. "If the Madam were still alive, would she be angry?!" gerutu Pak Altan ketus left the door and walked to pick up the tea that had not been exhausted.

"Why are you ?" true Tanya is busy with her unfinished kitchen work.

"Your master, in the greeting did not answer. Go straight in," Altan grumbled out his anger at the cup.

Inside Dhyia's room, who was praying, heard footsteps approaching the door. "Mas Ilker," he said inwardly gladly and released his face.

Altan who was raging already arrived in front of the room. Laying his hand holding the door knof.

"Mas, are you home?" dhyia asked happily as she extended a hand. Welcoming her husband happily.

"Mas, let me help!" pinta Dhyia gently.

"Let me, please" said Ilker rudely as he brushed off Dhyia's hand.

"Mas, are you still angry?" tanya Dhyia stood up, like a statue. Looking at her husband's face. "Mas, if I'm wrong I'm sorry, yes Mas," said Dhyia gently looking at the husband who unbuttoned her shirt.

"Why not from before?" asked Ilker hatefully staring at the clothes with a sour face.

Dhyia was silent at the question her husband was asking. Staring down with a heavy load on his shoulders.

"Mas, I've been trying to turn it down. But maybe a soul mate unites us, Mas," replied Dhyia who had run out of sense.

"God!" Ilker grinned. Even if he didn't want to look at Dhyia and believe her.

"Mas, what should I do to make amends?" ask Dhyia slowly carefully. Stand up and tremble.

"You know what you're supposed to do?" Continue unbuttoning the shirt. "You want to know?" ask Ilker to take off his shirt.

Dhyia looked down at the floor. "What Mas?" ask Dhyia to know.

"Leave me alone" asked Ilker, who wanted to take off his pants.

"But, Mas," said Dhyia refused. Seeing Ilker getting pias. "Good Mas." Rotating body shut room door.

Walk down the stairs with clothes covering her entire body. Her pretty face looked very wrinkled. The burden he carries is getting heavier and heavier.

Ilker who told Dhyia to come out turned around and looked at the closed door. Somehow he suddenly seemed unbearable for his attitude towards Dhyia. It's getting more stressful.

"That woman always backfired for me. Every time you go to this house and into this room. I don't know why I'm angry? But then I went back to pity," she said in a bewildered heart at the change in her attitude. "Agh!" Throwing a shirt on the sofa violently.

Under the stairs Dhyia looked up. "The door of the room is still closed" he murmured. Passing over to prepare a dinner that Dhyia herself does not know for sure. Is Ilker going to eat my cooking or not.

"It's the first time, Mas Ilker is here," muttered Dhyia happily. "After a long time we were married, Mas Ilker was home." Preparing foodstuffs.

Right one has finished his work. "His, why in the kitchen?" ask Right to panic. Seeing her mistress take out the cookware.

"Bi, I want to cook for my husband," replied Dhyia happily. "Because as long as we're married tonight she's at home, Bi," she said happily.

"But, New. This is our duty" said Benar blocking Dhyia. "Him, let me be the cook," True bargain tried to persuade Dhyia.

"Bi, there's nothing. Just bair me," said Dhiya swinging her hand forcing Right to leave.

"Him, His. When you arrive, sir knows. I must be angry?!" the True Scream in the heart left Dhyia with a weight.

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