Marriage is Because of Trust
Airline ticket discovery on the tolet

Ilker also passed through the entire room of the house that was so quiet. Slowly stare at everything that is seen in the house. Holding the bag in the right hand, climb the stairs that are in the left lane.

"Oh!" Exhaling tired breaths between his legs when climbing the stairs that almost want to go to the room.

The kreeek!

Open the door with your left hand because your right hand is still holding the bag. Standing up for a while as if she was in inner contact with a woman she had never considered to be a full-fledged wife.

Stare at the empty and neat bed. As if not in touch, he thought astonished and wondered walking on the sofa with work shoes still firmly attached to both feet.

"Oh!" He exhaled again after dropping his body on the sofa. Move your neck slowly to lighten the burden that accumulates. "I don't know where to start?" his mind groaned staring at the ceiling of the room. "Everything is a nightmare! Come and go without permission." Remembering his troubled television station. Bending hands over thighs while looking down massaging forehead.

Yuzer cars also run to break up the streets that many motorists pass at this time. "Damn! Does he not have eyes?" yuzer was upset when a motorcycle wanted to nudge his luxury car. "These people are racing to have a motorcycle, but they can't use the road well!" He returned to mumble alone while holding the steering wheel looking straight ahead and occasionally looking back from the rearview mirror that was lyricized by Pevin.

"This guy is weird! Angry to be clear!" yilzid said in his heart. Stooling the bag on both thighs in the searchlight eyes were surprised to see a man sitting in front right next to Pevin.

Pevin is frozen, like a statue. Nibbling both lips was afraid with a slowly mixed anxiety. Exhaling quietly seemed as if he was keeping watch from the sight of the man who was already pias.

"Hm!" Yilzid who was sitting on the back bench sighed raising his eyebrows and both eyeballs. Saturated and tired of seeing reactions that for him are just pleasantries as a form of attention seeking.

Ilker leaned his body against the sofa, putting the bag he was holding earlier on the back of the sofa as well. The phone he had stored in his pants pocket was now taken. Seeing a mobile phone is remembered about the lover of the heart that until this moment there has been no news at all. Turn on the phone screen then look for female contact numbers that make him suddenly miss. Look inside the watshap of the last online evidence. Both eyes widened to see the sign was never active since their return on vacation.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Mr. Altan stood at the door, crossed both hands in front of the thigh.

Sontak Ilker stopped the phone he wanted to put in the right ear, turning to the source of the sound. Turning body look to the door.

"Master, the lunch meal is ready, sir," said Mr. Altan with a tone of voice as usual afraid to mix vigilance from the rampage that came out arbitrarily when faced with the man who stood far ahead of him.

"Tell Rana too when lunch is ready!" pinta the man who is worried about the heart. " Say to Rana I'll be down soon" continued Ilker, staring at the flat face of Mr. Altan while lowering the hand holding the phone. "Tell him to wait for me."

"Well, sir," replied Mr. Altan leaving the man who was still glaring at him.

Before he follows Pak Altan's orders to go down. He moved first dragging both feet toward the mirror that suddenly crossed his mind after Pak Altan had told him to then noon. Stepping upright in the follow right hand still holding the phone. Walk with a curious face.

The deg!

He was shocked when his fingers touched something on the tolet. His two eyeballs instantly rounded and his eyebrows fused together as well as shriveled when the sheet of paper was clearly displayed on the roulette.

Raise the hand that was perpendicular to the bottom and put the phone directly on the tolet then take the sheet of paper and be surprised.

"Sir Altan!" He immediately walked in a hurry mixed in panic approaching the voice recorder. "Sir Altan! Please come up to my room again!" he shouted in a panicked voice.

Suddenly Pak Altan who wanted to go down the stairs three more children were surprised and stopped following the right leg swinging in the air. "Master, let alone, anyway!" his grunt scratched his head with a veiled face. Turn the body back up both legs.

Ilker in the room was worried alone. The long white paper bearing her name and the woman's name was still in his grasp and occasionally in the lyrics down with a bad feeling. Pacing back and forth here and there, like a lost man.

"Can I help you, sir?" asked Mr. Altan back, looking at the restless and agitated man.

"Please get the Madam to see me!" pinta Ilker firmly to Pak Altan who has been struggling to climb the stairs he hated the most.

"Well, sir," he immediately turned around leaving the restless man holding a letter that was seen by Mr. Altan accidentally when he wanted to go down the stairs. "Madamie has not been seen all day," he said inwardly looking at the carefully-faced foot that went down the stairs with a veil full of question marks. Turning both glances of the eyes looking around watching Right at every corner he saw.

Another with the man who found a piece of ticket earlier. He walked erratically as if he wanted to search as well and helped to find the woman he had known for a long time. Thinking then walked slowly as if, like a dazed person approaching the bed and dropping his body.

Rana herself is still happy to enjoy the free air. A day on the green field he sat leaning on the sofa to stretch the muscles that were tired from training all day.

"Yes!" shouted Mr. Altan immediately ran away from the stairs that were no stranger to him. "Why are you just looking?" tanyanya bent her body gnawing, putting both hands on both legs of the knee while staring straight at the legs of the chair.

"I was cleaning the benches again. You know it yourself, sir! if Miss is here. He must be uncomfortable seeing those chairs?! Hence before Miss reprimands, yes by itself I tidied it up."

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