Marriage is Because of Trust
Arrive at the relatives' house

Dhyia arrived in front of her relatives' house after getting off the angkot and paying the fare. The house of relatives he had long left and had never visited during his marriage. "House looks quiet? Is there no one?" From across the street he stared at the closed door. The man left after receiving the money.

Ever since in the angkot he looks moody and dreamy. His mind flew out of nowhere, staring blankly. It was never imagined by her for a second that the man who had promised Madame Afsheen could easily deny her. Sad mixed with grief undermined his soul now that he wanted to scream as loud as possible.

Now that both feet had stepped across the road, it appeared that his right hand was holding a bag. Passing the road carefully even though the heart is troubled and raging he should be able to forget the incident for a moment, looking left and right while feeling the gusts of wind that hit the face and refreshing the body that has been stuffy due to too long and dense in the angkot. In addition, the sun began to shine hot, raising the head at a glance looking up at the sky. Muslim clothes wrapped covering the hair and toe also move there and here following the direction of the wind.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Assalamualaikum," he said from the outside, followed by a hand knocking on the door and holding the bag in the left hand.

However, the voice was not heard even though he heard the sound of foot stepping. "Wa'alaikumussalam," replied someone opening the door. "Dhiya," he said happily. "When did you come?" He immediately asked releasing a hug.

"Not long. You just got there." Dhyia immediately replied and smiled when she saw the woman smiling. "Sir, you think you don't live here anymore" he said, looking at all the contents of the house that were not neatly arranged.

"Yes, Mom! Mom and Dad are not getting along. They have been fighting a lot lately! This is all I don't feel right about living here anymore." Say the woman with grief. Let Dhyia sit on a chair in the kitchen.

Dhyia instantly fell silent as if she thought that she was wrong to ask for protection here. He looked at the bag and asked if he should look somewhere else. The bag that was lying on the floor right near his feet was face to face with a sad face mixed with dilemma.

"Mom! Did you eat?" ask the woman who is none other than her cousin's sister.

Instantly he smiled faintly. "Fast bread." He immediately replied gently, staring inwardly at the faceless cousin and looking so tight. "So where are Aunt and Uncle now?" her question was curious, seeing her cousin's agitated reaction.

He immediately pursed both lips as if he was saying that he was tired of hearing that question. Sitting shifted staring out the window took a deep breath neutralizing everything that had been growing inside. "Mom and Dad went out of nowhere. If you're definitely working Ma'am.... ?!" Silence as if thinking. "... If it's Mom, I don't know? What is he and where?" Releasing everything that became his pain burden with a rough breath.

The red-black duck motorcycle stopped at the parking lot just below the Basement. Alen turned off the engine and got off while putting the helmet in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle matic.

Wearing a bag containing important books for the sake of his investigation into becoming a spy. Walk up the stairs and then towards the elevator that looks lonely. He tilted his head towards the left when both ears heard the sound of sharp footsteps, looking at the man on guard by pulling his lips kindly.

"Morning by noon, Non," greeted the man in full security clothing as he looked at Alen standing in front of the elevator smiling.

"Good morning by noon too, sir," Alen joked with a crisp as he pressed the button with his right hand. Replying to the smile of the guard who had left him while turning his head looked at the elevator door that had opened. Enter the right leg followed by the left leg from behind, pressing the button again to close the door.

Pevin decides to call Yuzer after he realizes that Yilzid's parents' contact number has been exchanged. From Pevin's left, Yilzid looked a little anxious after his friend said he didn't have his father's number anymore. Staring at Pevin, who was sticking a cell phone to his left ear with a face gurat, was a little hesitant if the man who had gone was not willing to help them, he looked at the friend who looked restless and agitated.

Connect the incoming phone. Finally, it relieved Pevin's feelings for a moment. The look from his face slowly began to shine. Raise the right foot over the left foot.

Yuzer, who was still in the car, picked up Pevin's phone. "Hm!" Yuzer said with a cold voice.

"Sorry, Sir! I had a little trouble and wanted to ask for help from my father. If you're generous you want to help," Pevin said rather convolutedly.

"Our model, she couldn't go back home because she left the house without permission" complained Pevin who was very good at processing words.

The man reluctantly wants to laugh at Pevin's unreasonable request, but in order to preserve the image he holds him back. "All right!" He said he accepted the offer. "What am I supposed to do?" ask him while looking at the plan he will run with the big mafia.

Pevin sent his home address to the man. Finally, a written message entered the man's cell phone. Rushing he left the laptop on and put aside his pride and self-esteem for a while to launch his action that he arranged secretly.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Alen knocked on the door and opened it without being ordered from the inside. "How are you, sir?" tanyanya gave her regards. Walking closer to the man who had been waiting for him to sit on the chair while completing some cooperation projects.

Ilker immediately closed the screen. Folding both hands on the table, staring at the woman who had dropped her body on the chair without welcome, put both fingers on the edge of the table.

"If I could know? Where did you get the news about this guy?" ask Ilker to know.

"From one of my colleagues looking for information on the field," Alen replied directly staring at the two enthusiastic men's eyes. "He said, "I) It was a person who worked with one of the censors," he said, closing his mouth, increasingly looking at the slightly hesitant man's face. "He mentioned the name of the man was Gohan Hakan who had just dabbled in the world of television. And yes! There is still one more man who launched their plan so that it can run smoothly and smoothly." Alen was so eager to tell him expectantly that his boss would believe what he was saying.

Ilker still shuddered a word did not come out of his mouth in reaction to him responding and believing what the woman sitting in front of him said. He still frowned as if he was doubting the news he had heard himself.

"Lantas, what's the name of the man who helped them?" Ilker asked back in between doubts.

"For the time being I am still investigating, sir," Alen replied firmly. "I'm trying to find out about that person." Alen stared fixedly at the face of the man who looked still worried.

Ilker was dizzy and confused. Suddenly his countenance changed as if panicked and as if anxious as if he was afraid that bad things would soon happen with a long-standing business.

Elsewhere the woman who had come down from the angkot looked gloomy and confused to take shelter where. Hearing the aunt's family situation from her own daughter made her even more uncomfortable with her decision. Sitting in a plastic chair precisely in the kitchen staring again at the bag he was carrying.

 The woman also stared at the bag that was stared at by her cousin, as well as feeling the experience experienced by her cousin as well. "Sir, if not, before Mom comes back... Just stay here first! All of you are tired" he suggested.

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