Marriage is Because of Trust
Pevin's silliness to help Yilzid

Dhyia was even more filled with questions from the woman. Looking down at the floor with a second pair of eyeballs and can only close both lips tightly.

"Hey! Are you deaf? Why are you keeping quiet? He said, "You're a good boy? But someone older than you just asked doesn't want you to answer!" he said with a rough tone of voice.

Gluey!

Rebellious woman who has not dared to come out from behind the door she continues to wallow with her mind that is raging hear a voice that is not as usual. Usually every time he did wrong the woman never bothered him to this extent, thought Dhyia, closing the door.

In the residence of Carya which always looks amazing when viewed from the outside precisely from the high and magnificent gate it already looks so beautiful and full of happiness, especially if you enter the yard of the house and the room of the house that is not like the house of people in general, not to mention the lighting of decorative lights that are very indulgent to the eyes and also with lights that there are a pair of images of lovers who love each other that are often made a place to complain by Ilker .

The metallic blue car also entered the drive by Mr. Balin who had made him wait saturated. His master's car had just been repaired.

Stopped at a place often used by Ilker to store the car.

"Please, Master!" mr. Balin said he opened the door after the car stopped.

The foot of the man who still bears rumors about his love story with a woman who works as a model came out with great guilt towards his only sister.

"Thank you" he told Mr. Balin, who closed the car door. Standing looked towards the green field when he unintentionally looked towards the right. "Sir Balin!" call him from behind the old man.

Stop and turn your body back and turn towards the source of the voice that stopped its steps. "Yes, what's wrong, sir?" He did not walk but instead asked his master back.

"So he said something about this car?" ask Ilker.

"No, sir," replied Balin from afar. Leave the place after the man leaves it first.

Puk! Puk! Puk!

Suddenly the clapping of hands was heard from behind. Suddenly he was surprised and turned his body back to stop his training for a moment. "Sister," he said happily, seeing the older brother who was an inspiration in his life was already on the green field.

"mm! Finally the green field is back to what it used to be," offended Ilker who sipped a drink provided for his sister.

"Yes, that's it! This field will never be quiet if I am here," Rana retorted looking at the older brother who was staring at him while pulling an arrow.

"By the way, how long hasn't Brother been asking you?" offend the man who found him.

Rana just turned her head as if she was not at all surprised to hear that question. "Nobody's trying to count it.., don't tell me!" said indifferently. "Oh, yes Brother! Never see me again if you're just talking about it. I'm tired of hearing it because it's going to add to my pain" he continued as if crashing, putting down a bow and leaving the green field.

"So, you're snooping, ni!" Ilker teased the younger brother from behind as if he wanted to see his younger brother smile. However, the hard dear Rana was not at all tempted by the temptation of the older sister trying to comfort her . "Sister's been fighting his way home this fast just to see my spoiled and cute sister." He continued to seduce the sister to make her heart relieved because he saw her still ignoring his phone, approached back Gazebo, put down the glass.

"Who's craving?" I'm ordinary, really! I don't like to sniff!" Turning his face away from his older brother walked up to the sofa and dropped his body releasing his fatigue.

Ilker shook his head to see his sister who had never changed. Turning her body back left Rana and entered the house through the side door in the kitchen.

"Now everything is not as it used to be" the aunt told Dhyia. "Everywhere needs money. Just throw away the water with money," he continued as if insinuating himself who suddenly came without bringing anything when women older than his age stared at the same table as before when he left.

Walking holds something in a busy kitchen that is clearly visible to the woman who is now a child living without having a clear social status.

In front of the door Yuzer honked a horn sounding all the way inside by Pevin. "That's it coming!" pevin said instantly jerked pointing out, turning his head to the side right towards the restless Yilzid.

"Yes, he'll take you home." Pevin immediately answered Yilzid's question. "It's noon. It's almost afternoon soon. So you better go home now. I'm afraid that your Papa will worry about you even more," he continued standing up to get Yilzid up.

"Pevs! You know any hing? If I go home with a stranger, Papa' I'll get even more angry. You know that, right? How are my parents?" Yilzid raised a question to his friend as she calmly said that.

"Yil! I-i know. I also have a fool for handing you over to a stranger who is no good. I didn't know him very well yet, but if I look at him in the eye, I think he's a good man" walked with Yilzid up to the door and opened it. "Don't worry!" pevin said soothingly as he stared into the eyes of his restless friend.

Holds his foot to step. "I don't know what to do right now. I was so wrong to make a decision alone without involving you, Pev," Yilzid said regretfully after a long step until he was trapped in his own quarry. Glanced at the car that continued to honk while opening the car glass.

"Yil, don't worry! I'm sure nothing will happen. After all, he was a famous and famous person. So, where might he hurt you," Pevin held his friend's shoulder. "He's the same person, '" he said as Yilzid kept silent.

"What's? You mean the same person as what?" Yilzid instead of walking even more he persevered to continue his conversation with his closest friend.

Tin! Tin! Tin!

The horn sound was getting louder and sounded as if it was upset from waiting too long. Looking towards the two women who were still enjoying the conversation.

"He was that handsome guy earlier," Pevin explained.

"Handsome guy?" Yilzid frowned in astonishment while holding the rope of the bag he was grooming with the ground to his right. "You mean? Do I know that guy?" He instead continued the question in a blanket of astonishment, staring at his friend who clearly seemed, like the person who believed the man in the car was a good man.

"Yes obviously dong! I-i know him. He's the one who gave you the chance to star in that ad" Pevin said.

Both of Yilzid's eyes were rounded. "The guy earlier? Who wears those black glasses?" Yilzid asked back and at a glance turned his head towards the open car glass which was visible next to the cheek of the man who was tilting his head looking out.

The deg!

Yilzid's heart wanted to escape from his body after clearly knowing that the man was the strange man he had first met. Don't know why? I was like a stranger" he said, looking at the open car from afar.

That guy is so upset. "So, the road?" Irritatedly he asked with a faint tone of voice.

"Udah! Come fast!" Pevin immediately pulled Yilzid's arm who was still thinking, thinking of himself. Tightly the top model was forced to drag both feet following the steps of his friend.

His hair was already messy due to the wind that was blowing fast. "Sorry, Sir! We took too long" Pevin said regretfully, opening the back door so that the model again for it immediately sat down. "We weren't ready yet, hehehe," he continued, giving an excuse, smiling shyly and anxiously, looking at the face of the man who had begun to change pias.

The man immediately started the car after the two girls entered. "Sir! You're not afraid of seeing the old man from Ziya Yilzid?" Pevin asked silly questions after sitting down and closing the door of the car that had started to run slowly.

"Not to worry. Let me deal with it" replied the man who drove the car briefly.

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