Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker hissed annoyed

"Master told me, "Asking you to tell me, "Mrs to meet him upstairs" said Mr. Altan.

The broom held True immediately wanted to be released. Panic gulps when hearing the talk of Pak Altan. His flat face instantly turned into an irregular pale. His breathing wanted to stop when he heard the unwanted.

"What am I supposed to say to you, sir?" his mind was anxious, clutching the broomstick. Twist both eyeballs. "If you know it, then... ." It's true that it's getting more twisted. Staring at Pak Altan who was a little careless to see his behavior. "Don't stay here! Go up there! Meet Mister. He's asking about the Madam." The man immediately left the True who already looked pale and nervous.

Rotating body dragging both feet stick the broom in a neatly attached hanger near the sink. Walking up to the top squeezing both fingers.

"What's up, Mister?" He asked as the man stood upright against the door of the room walking to approach the table located next to the corner of the head board.

The left leg that wanted to step forward suddenly stopped half in the air when it heard a voice asking from behind. Turning the head tilts the body, releasing the hand that wants to touch the table.

The one standing in front of the door looked very tight. Looking down at the tip of the foot that moved in fear.

"Why did you come?" asked Ilker astonished, standing straight. Squeezing paper up to ***** in his fist. Staring at the housekeeper with a sharp gaze.

The deg!

True bi heart immediately stopped. The palm of the hand that was squeezed slowly now increasingly squeezed hard when both his eyeballs glanced towards the face of his young master who had begun to look pias. "B-aaa... ." Shut up the mouth that looks nervous.

"Really! Can you talk or not?" snarled Ilker who made the housekeeper's legs want to fall. rolled with a heart that was in a frenzy. "Sir, se... ." Silence takes a deep breath learning to vent. Ilker continued to stare at Benar in annoyance waiting for the assistant to open his mouth.

"Actually... The madam goes sir," he said, closing both eyes in fear of facing an impending attack from the man standing tight.

The deg!

Ilker was immediately surprised that his heart was weak and blood seemed to go down, his veins wanted to break from his hands. The hand that squeezed the plane ticket sheets instantly suffocated. Sadness mixed with surprise now enveloped his feelings with both dim eyes.

"Said the Madam, "His relatives are giving thanks, sir." Right back to opening your mouth.

"His relatives?" Ilker turned both eyes, remembering what he knew about the same thing as his mother said.

"I've said never to take a unilateral decision in this house. Let alone giving someone permission to go out or enter this house without my knowledge!" He immediately scolded Right.

Silence completely shut her mouth tightly. Even though he did not dare to raise his head to look at the man who began to groan when he heard the short news about the wife who dared to leave without asking permission first to him.

Gluey!

Swallowing with anxious face mixed with cold sweat drenched his palms.

"Didn't you forbid it?" Ilker asked back to the already flustered assistant.

"Then?" ask Ilker back. Standing staring at the carelessness of the assistant who has long worked and already knows a lot about him. Ilker repeatedly exhaled inexhaustibly at the sight of his household assistant who was increasingly testing his patience.

Right now it looks so sad. Every now and then she held her gaze so as not to meet a look at a man who was going to get into a relationship, she thought. Berdo'a along standing in front of the open door of the room asking for a miracle so that the door of the room closed itself. Whether it was because of the wind or because the loud voice of the man filled the ceiling of the room.

"Are you guys actually working or eating blind paychecks?" The man loudly said that so as to make the true heart full of pain.

If you look at the house of Dhyia's relatives. He was really depressed, the scolding just kept coming out oppressing himself who had nothing.

"Nothing is free in this house. Everything exists because there is money" said the aunt who pierced her heart. Walking slowly ventured toward the middle-aged woman.

"I know, Bi," he said from behind. Standing firmly strengthens both feet.

The woman who tidied up dishes that seemed to be stacked on the table. Both eyeballs stared fixedly at the aunt who offered no help to her.

"Your uncle! I had to ask her to find extra work. Because the need for this house is very much. Not to mention Bibi's children are still in school," he said walking carrying a glass in front of the tv.

"Yes. Bi," replied Dhyia quietly. Staring at the woman who insisted on not asking for help to the woman who stopped at his house. He still prepared it himself. "If you knew. It's good!" He connected it directly. Put the plate down, exactly on the floor. Faced with a tv located on a small cabinet made of wood that was deliberately made for television and store children's school books.

Quiet as if, like someone who has made a big mistake. Sit with both legs folded leaning against the wall adjacent to the refrigerator.

"Look! The food in this house is just this. There's nothing else. If you want to stay here! Yes, you have to be patient with the potluck" he said in a resigned tone of voice. Walk back and forth in negligent clothing half-knee, taking a tablespoon.

"Bi, can anyone help?" He asked tired of seeing the aunt who had not finished.

"No need! It's not much, really. The only one who ate was that" he said, turning his head towards the food that was served with just a plate of fried sambal fish. "If you want to stay here. You have to be patient a lot because we just eat, like this. Sometimes it's fish and sometimes it's just eggs" he said, staring at the food he had served.

Ilker continued to look at the ticket sheet he crumpled. Getting out of bed dragging both feet up straight.

"Is it possible he saw this ticket." Sizzling annoyed. "Stupid! You idiot! You idiot! You idiot! Why am I so stupid? Hmh!" he said to himself in front of an already good mirror. Massaging the forehead with the right hand that has begun to improve.

Although he only once took medicine and rarely treated his hands. However, the good fortune of the hand was healed by itself as well.

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