Marriage is Because of Trust
Treat your Aunt after looking at her
Mr. Altan also called the mirrorer after he finished distributing the brochure. Kalut mixed fear he might strengthen his memory to remember that he had to repair the mirror that had been ordered by his master through Mr. Balin while Pak Balin had not left the workshop where Ilker often repaired automaker.
Mr. Altan returned down the stairs after closing the door to the young master's room. Delivering the mirrorer out after he gave the wages sent by Ilker through a cash transfer from a personal account he sent through a personal account belonging to Pak Altan.
In the vast green field Rana was very calm he did not think at all about the brother-in-law who approached him earlier. He was so excited to play the arrow that missed a lot of the board. Pulling the arrow for the umpteenth time did not make him tired at all.
"Non, this is Miss's food," kata Benar placed the dishes and glasses in a Gazebo made of Mediterranean-style wood wrapped in natural shades that added curtains at every corner of the Gazebo and also the sofa that surrounds the rotation the area in the room Gazebo and round table above which placed ornamental flowers and small pillows are made specifically to beautify the look of the Gazebo neatly arranged on the sofa placed on the edge of a large fish pond that many in it there are types and varieties of beautiful ornamental fish that beautify the location, in addition to extensive green grass.
"Thank you, Bi," he said, looking straight ahead at the board followed by the left hand holding a bow and the right hand pulling an arrow and releasing it with a soft target.
Suddenly the invitation letter came to the television station owned by Ilker who this year held a party for all entrepreneurs either from the owner of the television station or not. A receptionist received the invitation, which was delivered by a well-dressed man.
"Thank you" he said, accepting the invitation.
The half-grown man replied with a smile. Walking flipped backwards out of the place that was stared seriously by Cecar.
"Who was that?" tanya Cecar resuscitated her body tilted to the side right towards the door looking at the man who pulled out the motorcycle outside.
"She's just delivering the invitations" replied the receptionist.
"What invitation is there? For this broken television station?" Cecar fused the eyebrows with a look of astonished face and thought. Staring at the busy crew outside the office building prepares the program to improve.
The receptionist took the invitation on the table and walked out of the room, ignoring Cecar just brought the invitation letter to the young master who is still discussing with the female crew who is currently disguised as a detective.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The sound of knocking on the door from outside was heard loudly. Sontak Ilker and Alen stopped the conversation staring at the door.
"Lake in!" said Ilker from inside who was heard by the receptionist lady, pushing the door and entering. "Sorry Sir! Disturbing," he said after seeing the boss with Alen staring at him.
Ilker and Alen remained in their seats, staring at the receptionist, who was holding a neatly wrapped piece of paper. Ilker and Alen were waiting for the receptionist to speak to continue their delayed discussion due to the woman. They both shut their mouths and let him speak first.
"Sir! I want to convey this" he said, putting the invitation on the table. Take a step back. Look at the fingers of the boss who picked up the invitation and read it straight away. It was followed by Alen turning the head of the receptionist looking back at the boss as the man picked it up. " From whom?" ask Ilker.
Luxury cars do not go too finished so that makes Pak Balin starved and moved from the waiting chair to approach the repairman.
While the service worker was busy surfing leaned against the wall that part of his body covered by the head of the car and part of it was visible, that is starting from the waist to the tip of the foot that is visible to Pak Balin from a distance of three meters who are already restless waiting. "She's really good there!" he complained, standing looking from far away. Pacing back and forth so that he could say something to the man who was in the place, in order to finish his car immediately. Seeing the clock in your hand repeatedly.
"Mom! Do you want to stay here?" ask the woman sitting with Dhyia in the kitchen.
Dhyia who looked down daydreamingly raised her head when she heard the question from her cousin's sister. "No" he replied unkindly if he had to add to the burden of his aunt and uncle. "Bak just visited for a while," he continued.
"If you don't mind. Ma'am can you please stay here for a while? Until you can work," said Dhyia with a dream. Looking outside, looking at the day that was already noon.
"May Ma'am" he replied with pleasure.
It felt happy now for Dhyia to hear the answer given by her cousin's sister. His chest was relieved instantly, for a few days he could take a break to take shelter before he got the job and re-hone the designer skills he had long learned first. It's not easy to make it happen, he thought. It takes time and it takes process. Smile happily in the deepest of hearts. "Alhamdulillah. Finally, I got a place to stay too" he said, thankfully in his heart even though he knew it wasn't forever.
"Then, you rest here!" he said he left the poor woman.
"Oh, yes ..! Let permission to pray first! Yea?" Dhyia said from behind the woman who had taken a step.
"Yes, Mom! Ma'am just pray here or there can also," he stopped his step back and looked back, turning both eyes as if pointing to the middle of the room.
"Today I can relax for a while because I can stay here. Although not for long," his mind took a small towel to wipe his dry face because of the sun and dirty air.
Opening the bathroom door was very much different from the residence that had been his residence all along. Looking around the bathroom that has changed a lot. "It used to look neat. But now it was like this," he murmured to see a very messy bathroom almost similar to a warehouse. "Everywhere a lot of unused used goods are buried in the bathroom." Looking at every corner.
Dhyia increasingly gawking at the condition of the house that is almost invisible, like a decent dwelling. Sowing water with a bucket that is moored with a rope. Wash your face and the area regarding the legal conditions of ablution and then continue the other parts, such as both palms and feet.
The letter was read by Ilker. Nothing is missing from both eyes. Likewise with Alen who was sitting right in front of the man who was seriously reading every written word staring perpendicular to the man who was seriously reading the invitation. "Go!" He swung his hand into the air telling the receptionist to leave the room.
"Excuse me, sir!" the pump immediately turned the body leaving the two people. Walking straight opened the door that was in the lyrics at a glance by Alen from both tails of eyes. Removing both hands from the edge of the table. Then normalize the tension in him every time faced with the man who sat tight-faced and cold.
"Master, forgive us. We've been working as hard as we can to find Miss Yilzid. But we really don't know anymore sir! How do I track and search for it? Already everyone I know has been sent to search until now," Ronald said honestly.
Gohan Hakan immediately bit the two molars, got up from his sleep and sat looking straight down along with the mind that was still thinking of the princess who could leave and not give news until now. "Have they found him?" ask directly.
"I'm waiting for the news, boss," replied Ronald.
With sepulchre. "Hm!" He also mendehem upset because many times asked he could only say that he had worked as much as possible and the princess could not be tracked, swinging both hands told the guard to leave.
After finishing, Dhyia folded her face and still sat on the prayer mat that was still neatly spread in the middle room. "I need to get a job soon. Let me have a grip on life and change my life for the better" he said inwardly looking straight ahead at the remembrance of the Khaliq and handing it all over to Him with sincerity and patience.
"Rimak! Limp!" a woman from outside shouted that name twice.
Sontak Dhyia immediately jerked and stood up to take off her face. Rushing ran open the door as if in shock to see the woman who was also standing outside.
"Auntie!" greet Dhyia when she met a glance with that middle-aged woman.
Sontak the woman who met with him immediately changed the face to grim when she saw a woman who had long been discarded came to her home.
"When did you come?" asked the aunt without saying stale, a pair of sharp eyes stared straight ahead, entering with a straight face past Dhyia who stood fixed without a warm welcome.
Put something on the table that was messy and narrow that he brought earlier from outside.
"When did you come?" The middle-aged woman again asked after she saw the bag that was lying on the wall. Closing the package with a bowl. "From the tone of her voice, it seems like she doesn't like 'me, '" Dhyia said inwardly. He leaned his body directly against the wall when he heard the unpleasant tone of voice and also the face that was implied with hatred.
Dhyia felt sliced and bitter as the words sounded offensive without asking permission to both ears. Staring at the end of the shirt that is limited to the eyes of the feet.
"You should have told me first if you wanted to come here. So that the fish are brought over earlier." The woman who was almost the age of four heads pretended to say, like that so that the girl who deliberately linger closed the door, in order to know herself.
"Sorry, Bi! I also came suddenly," replied Dhyia Kharya lowered her head and had not moved from behind the door, turning her head looking into the kitchen towards the woman who looked tired.
"Aren't you married?" asked the aunt to remember. Silently stared at the silent Dhyia. "Your family, isn't it good? Rich people and lots of money. Do they not want you anymore?" ask a woman as if to insinuate.
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