Marriage is Because of Trust
Lunches

Mr. Altan had long stood in the kitchen watching True climb the stairs to meet the young master. Not long after, Mr. Altan went out to call the young lady who was sitting on the sofa relaxing in an attractive gazebo. He walked up to the young lady and called her to lunch with the young master. "Miss." Call Mr. Altan from behind, bowing half in the air and crossing both hands in front of the thigh.

The relaxed shutter sat on the sofa while staring at the nanar of trees and flowers blooming. Suddenly he was surprised and raised his head, tilting his body back. "What's up, sir?" his question was immediately astonished by the soft and slow tone of voice.

"I was told by Mister, to call Miss for lunch" said Mr. Altan.

"Is the food ready? And Brother Ilker. Has he come down?" Rana instead of answering 'yes', she asked back.

"Yes Non. The food is ready. You see Bi Benar has served it all on the table," replied Pak Altan carefully. Seeing the miss who is still cuek . "Said Mister, "Miss is told to wait at the dinner table," continued Pak Altan staring straight at the woman.

"All right, Sir! Soon I will come," replied Rana turning straight. Sit back up straight.

"Good Non! Then you excuse me first," said Mr. Altan, turning his back and leaving his own young lady.

Mr. Altan again continued his intention to gather with his two friends in a comfortable and reassuring little cottage.

Ilker was shocked after hearing the delivery from right and felt shock. He still could not receive the news delivered by his household assistant. I don't understand yet. Why can he leave without telling me? He thought with a sad look. Dropped the plane ticket he was holding onto the floor.

"Bi! Who's she going with?" Ilker asked again.

"Self Sir," replied Right in a soft voice mixed with fear. He stood up and looked straight ahead after he glanced at the man.

After Pak Altan disappeared. Rana again arranged her seat neatly. Picked up the phone that was located on the table right in front of him. "As long as I'm here. I've never known about college" he said in his heart. "So, I now have to find out information about that. Before Mr. Altan comes here again to call me. What the hell's going on? And what news do I not know?" inwardly, turn on the phone screen.

The luxurious fence of the top model's house has also been seen from afar. Slowly the man who delivered the two of them also advanced a little at his speed.

Tin! Tin! Tin!

The man honking from the outside sounded all the way inside. The guards opened the fence. Standing straight waiting for the silver-colored sedan car to enter.

Ronald the burly, tall bodyguard was seen on guard when the model saw him from inside the car . "I have to how?" inner Yilzid was anxious, staring towards the guard who was standing upright in front of the main door. "It is not usually this kind of care" he said in his heart while looking at the clock that was coiled in his hand showing 14:00 WIB as it was, he said, as he always knew if the watch was that much the guards were still resting and never his history in front of the main square. This must be the father, Gohan Hakan who did the heart-throbbing thing by putting guards, he thought repeatedly turning things he did not want to happen.

"Yil, we've arrived" said Pevin, tilting his body slightly to the side while looking straight ahead. Open the door and get out of the car.

"Yes" continued Yilzid from behind in a soft tone of voice. Picking up the bag and opening the car door was mixed with a loud heartbeat that the man had deliberately seen from the rearview mirror hanging overhead.

Puk!

Puk!

Puk!

The three of them closed the doors of their cars. The man then walked up straight haughtily, approaching the bodyguards guarding the door. "Is there a Master?" her question was to pretend to be a stranger, to the man on guard who actually knew her.

"Boss," said the bodyguard who was none other than Ronald, staring with a bright gaze, bowing his head in salute. "There, Boss. Please come in!" He took her directly inside, without looking around at the end of the courtyard through which the two women were covered slightly by the twigs of densely leafy trees.

Pevin and Yilzid, who were walking some distance behind, were shocked to see the man's burly hospitality to the man who had led them to his own residence.

"Why does he look friendly to her?" Yilzid asked astonishedly to bring his lips closer to Pevin's ear.

"Does it possible that they know each other?" Pevin asked back when he saw the body guard was so relaxed when welcoming to the men who had delivered them. "Yil, he didn't show us anything before" he continued, tilting his head to the left staring at Yilzid.

"You mean?" Yilzid frowned asking back. "He knows our family? That so?" Walk slowly and worryingly.

"Emmm!" Pevin nodded. "Yes, it looks like that. He probably already knew one of your family's people" Pevin continued, staring at the closed door.

"What are you planning now?" asked Ogze, waving glare at Dhyia.

Dhyia was silent for a moment looking at the floor. "I want to play here for a while, Bi," he replied slowly.

"What's? Has your husband given you permission to stay here for a few days?" Ogze asked and stopped his hand from picking up the spoon.

Dhyia looked mute and did not dare to look at the half-old woman's face. Turn your brain to give the right answer. "There's no way I'm telling my aunt that I don't want to stay in that house anymore" she said in her heart, tidying up the headscarf carried by the gusts of wind coming in from the windows and doors. "Then what should I say?" he continued asking softly in his heart. "Shall I be honest or lie?" Raising his head gazed at the aunt who was taking the sambal fish with a confused face.

Ogze looked at him. "Why didn't you answer?" asked Ogze, bribing the rice into the mouth.

Dhyia relaxes the breath. "Bi, I just wanted to find a new atmosphere for a while before my husband came to pick me up and at the same time I wanted to surprise him," he said sounding silly to himself.

Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!

Ogze suddenly choked. "Surprised? What surprise?" his question was more astonished. "Why do you want to surprise her? And say it with pleasure? Auntie doesn't understand what you mean, what?" The half-old woman raised her head even more upright looking at her niece who tended to be strange.

"Mmm... ." Dhyia was silent for a moment thinking while turning the word. "Bi, I want to show my husband if I can give a surprise on his birthday because I'm not a spoiled girl. I can also prepare it myself. I have skills anyway. So, dear Bi. If my appearance is not continued," he replied with fear that his aunt could see his lie from his facial expression.

Ogze was silent. He turned his head looking down, which was towards the rice in his plate and looked also towards the plate located near the teapot. "Eat first!" Ogze with a gentle gaze and a gentle voice also offered to Dhyia.

"Yes, Bi," he said taking the plate and scooping the rice into the plate. Dhyia looked so disinclined that she did not dare to take the plate before it was offered.

"So, when are you going to give him a suprise?" asked Ogze again repeating it while putting rice in his mouth.

"If there are no obstacles in the week, Bi," he replied slowly, swallowing the chewed rice.

"Mmmm!" reply the aunt with a mouth full of rice. "Then is your money there?" Ogze asked again after swallowing the rice.

"There, Bi" Dhyia replied briefly, looking at her aunt who was looking straight ahead precisely at the wall.

"How much is your money?" ask Ogze.

"One million, Bi," Dhiya answered again.

"Puff!" The chewed rice wanted to come out of Ogze's mouth. "One million." He repeated it again as if astonished. "Waaah! That's a lot," he said. "Dhyia then, you want to spend money making the suprise. You can ask Auntie to make it and just stay here first." Ogze immediately made an attractive offer to his nephew.

"Alhamdulillah," his mind was grateful. "Yes, Bi. Thank you very much, Bi." Dhyia looks happy so she is not ceaselessly grateful to the Proprietor of Procurement. She did not expect that her aunt would finally help her stay with them.

"But... Aunt borrow your money first. Okay, hinga?" Ogze groaned with a sad heart.

Dhyia immediately held her nose that wanted to get down from the throat a little painful because she firmly held back from choking and coughing. Silence lowered her head, asking herself who was in an inner war between wanting to give or not. Thinking for a moment weighing Ogze's request. Raising his head looked at the pitiful face of the half-old woman.

"Yes, Bi. Nothing," she replied a little heavy. However, he had to give her because he had no other choice. In his little heart most importantly he had a place to live for now. He looked down at the empty plate before him with sadness.

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