Marriage is Because of Trust
Lunch part 3

Ilker grew silent without giving any signal to Benar to stay there or go down. His heart grew increasingly troubled and agitated at the sight of his young master being silent and not knowing anymore he now had to do what because the man looked so messed up. "Sir is dong!" the True Word begs in his heart that he may be cast out and come down.

Staring at the back of the man who had turned back expectantly if the man heard his heart.

"Right, find out all about Dhyia now!" pinta Ilker, looking straight at the table. "Fastly you should get news about it," he continued.

Right away the sumringah drew happy lips when finally his prayer was fulfilled and the young master heard what he wanted in his heart. "Waaah! It turns out that inner contact exists as well," he said smiling happily inwardly. Breathe in while neutralizing his tension. Shifting moving the soles of the feet and also the fingers of the feet until finally, a little relaxed.

"Make what you can give. Do what you can!" let Ilker continue his steps to take the paper he saw on the table.

He seemed forced to meet Dhyia immediately, Right thought, listening clearly. Just this time he wanted to find out about Dhyia Kharya which he had never done before. Right continue to think for himself about his master.

"Master, sorry!" right. "what should I investigate from Madam?" tanyanya's confused.

"Just investigate what you know" he said, telling Benar to think hard. Staring at the sticky piece of paper in his hand that contained a writing. "You know, don't you? If you can't find it you'll suffer the consequences!" Turning his head to the side as if he was glancing at True who was still standing behind him. Follow the right hand holding the paper.

The remark instantly made True's eyeballs wider and swerve. The fingers of his hands immediately limp back and his body also grew weak to want to fall to the floor. "Searching for Madam, Mister?" True who had been shocked since earlier now repeated him asking back lethargic as if he had misheard. Looking back at the man who was burly and tanned. "Because of trouble again, you!" he was angry in his heart. Resign and surrender.

"While the Madam only has one family, '" she said inwardly, thinking looking down at the floor. "... besides his relatives. He also has a big family in the orphanage" he continued, recalling back. Right now start figuring out the truth. "... if if the Madam has a place to live other than in the home of her relatives, namely orphanages. Yes, the orphanage, "his inner strength is strong. Raise head. "Okay Sir! I will try to find the whereabouts of the Madam," she said fearfully and carefully.

"Hm!" ilker replied with a signal to tell Benar to leave.

"Excuse me, sir," said True directly from behind because he already knew the meaning of the deheman.

Outside the house precisely in the archery field in a gazebo located near a beautiful fish pond that is none other than a variety of koi fish and color, which is very beautiful, a woman still seems busy with her phone reply to all incoming messages and sometimes call seriously.She has not yet moved to fulfill the call of her brother delivered through Pak Altan.

In a spacious room, Ilker was shocked and his eyes were now staring at the scrapbook he was reading. "He's definitely found that?!" he said regretfully, staring at the floor to find a plane ticket.

Slowly in the midst of his busy life, Rana suddenly remembered about Pak Altan's message to him. "Oh, no! Nah! I had forgotten about it" he said in a panic after he remembered the older brother who had been waiting at the dinner table. Hastily composed and kept the bow and arrow as well. Fast walking leaves food that has not been touched and drinks that have been spent by the brother on the table.

"I had to hurry up and apologize to brother before he scolded me and cut off all my monthly money," murmured with long footsteps through the road to enter the glass kitchen door that is next to flower gardens and artificial waterfalls made of natural stone. "Where's it, anyway?" ask her slowly after she enters. The kitchen room was very quiet. He looked up at the empty dining table.

"Where else? Why hasn't it come down?" batin Rana raises her head looking up.

" Did she fall asleep? That's for sure ?! He's always been like that. Frequent overslept. It was because he thought too much about his girlfriend," his grunts pulled the chair back. Glancing towards the door. Shouting for Mr. Altan who suddenly passed through the door. "Sir!" Call Rana loudly when he sees the middle-aged man. Suddenly Pak Altan stopped his steps and turned his head towards his young master."Please go upstairs. Meet Brother! Tell him I've been waiting a long time and hungry" said Rana, raising her head straight while putting her elbows upright on the table with a troubled face.

"Well Non," he said, turning the body undoes his intention to take the flower scissors stored in the warehouse right next to the kitchen. The assistant who was still patiently facing his employer this one immediately rose back to the top. Nagging in his heart as he looked at the stairs towering upwards. "Why do I always hate?" Raise his right leg heavily and look at the stairs.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Mr. Altan again knocked on the door of the room that was still open. Stand with white shirt clothes and regular cotton pants that are gray cigarettes.

Ilker was shocked and turned his body and followed the right hand by putting the memo back on the table. Silently turning the body glanced towards the gardener with the position of the body tilted slightly bent, staring at Pak Altan.

"Master! Miss Rana is already waiting downstairs," said Mr. Altan quietly.

"Have him wait for a while" Ilker continued indifferently, turning his back to Mr. Altan, looking back at the table.

"Well, sir," replied pak Altan directly leaving the man alone.

Ilker who was still amazed by the departure of the wife to the house of his relatives who did not tell him at all further added to the problem of being runyam. He exhaled and went straight out to meet his sister at the dinner table.

While Dhyia was weighing the request of the unreasonable aunt. He also looked forward to flipping through his still worried mind.

"That money is what you keep in your wallet for so long" Ogze said. Turning his head to the right side, looking towards the gawking nephew. Shut the head back. "But your husband's birthday is still a long time, isn't it?" he asked with great emphasis looking towards the tv that was off.

"I-iya Bi," replied Dhyia a little long and stammered.

Dhyia pulled both her lips heavily. "It's okay, Bi. What matters is that Auntie pays" he said innocently.

"Thank you, Dhyia. You are indeed a good child," he replied directly in praise.

Dhyia just smiled faintly at the compliment. Deg-degan mixed with worry was actually in his heart.

"Emang Auntie needs it when? And how much do you need?" Dhyia asked again after the two kept quiet.

"Ooh! Hehe! Yes, his aunt is blind now," Ogze replied with a small laugh.

"Good, Bi. I'll take it for a minute." Dhyia got up and took the wallet in the bag. "This, Bi," he said hand over the money.

Ogze was obviously very happy. He instantly picked up the money that was swinging in that air. "Thank you, yes," he said with a sly smile, throwing away the niece's gaze at once. Counting money with a face curate is a little indifferent. "But I don't think it's fair to borrow all your money" said Ogze, feeling a bit of pity. "It's money. Aunty only minjam Rp 400,000 only," he said acting pretentious. Leave the rest to Dhyia.

Dhyia immediately took the money smiling happily because Ogze did not so, borrowing everything. "Alhamdulillah," he said in a grateful heart. "Thank you, Bi," he said with a full sigh. Put the money back in a green cloth wallet.

"Mmh! Oh, aye! You sleep in this room only," continued Ogze suddenly woke up from his seat pointing towards the right wall next to the wall where they were sitting. "Come on! Come over here!" With a soft tone of voice he swung his hand into the air as a gesture to invite Dhyia to follow him.

"Good, Bi." Dhyia moved from her seat and followed Ogze from behind.

"Well! This is his room," he said proudly, showing the room was like a barn and a lot of rats and also dark because the room lamp had not been turned on.

Dhyia was stunned to see him from behind the aunt. Twisting both eyeballs nimbly saw the entire room was very messy and stuffy. "This room?" he said as if asking himself while staring astonished starting from the ceiling, floor and walls that had been somewhat weathered.

"This is your room! Here you sleep. From today on... ." Ogze closed his mouth immediately after Dhyia cut off the conversation.

"Yes, Bi. Reluctant nothing. Let me clean it now," he said, turning his body out and taking a broom and a mop.

Dhyia starts cleaning the room before she arranges her Aunt's old plates and glasses.

"Then Auntie left first. Aunty still has business" he said, putting money in his negligee pocket.

"Where is Aunt going?" dhyia asked, putting down the bucket and the mop. Follow the left hand holding the broom. He stared at the half-old woman's face.

"Oh, that! Auntie wants to pay the bank bill. Bibi yesterday there was taking KUR money in the bank," he said bluntly. "So, today Bibi wants to pay for it" he said.

Dhyia turned on the room light. "Lo, is the bank still open, Bi?" He immediately asked in amazement.

Ogze's taking the hijab." 'There is a chairman. So, we deposited it through the chairman. Let the chairman pay it to the bank," he said took the key.

"Mmmm!" Dhyia nodded slowly as if she understood. Compile a pile of plastic containing clothes and banging used cardboard containing clothes with a broom pole to repel rats if there is one.

"Then Auntie goes first, yes!" pamit Ogze opened the door wide then took out the motorcycle.

"Yes, Bi. Careful, Bi!" dhyia shouted from inside the room. Sweep the room room and compose the books scattered on the floor. Clean spider nests that are widely seen above the ceiling of the room and in every corner of the walls of the room and windows.

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