Marriage is Because of Trust

Marriage is Because of Trust
Yilzid arrived home


Ilker thought silently while holding the phone still stuck to his left ear. Walking back and forth and occasionally looking down at his steps.


📱"In addition I haven't been able to get anything regarding the others." Alen continued his conversation from behind the phone even though there was no word from inside the phone.


📱"Hm! Never let your guard down a bit. Because the enemy is a step smarter in front of us" Ilker said from behind the phone. Standing in front of the window facing the highway as seen from inside her room.


📱"Good, Sir! Good afternoon!" Alen then hung up the phone after saying his regards. Tidying the hair that he had bun so that he was already visible, like a reliable chef and he also put a fake mole on the tip of his lips so that the top model did not recognize him if he was a worker who worked at the television station owned by Ilker Can Carya works as a crew member at the television station.


Gohan Hakan went straight up the pitan. He clenched his fingers tightly wanting to immediately punch Yuzer in the nose. "If it wasn't for the friendship you might have already vanished here!" said Gohan Hakan with a flushed face. "The sun does not always shine brightly. It must have sunk in a black cloud that would have brought down the rushing water." Staring at Yuzer face up close with an extremely sharp and murderous gaze.


"God!" Yuzer pulled his lips cynically to the left. It was cloudy and raining not forever, sometimes in the middle of the falling water there was a shining sun," he quipped.


"Curtain! You seem to have dared to show your true nature. I'll never apologize to someone who dared hurt my daughter." Gohan Hakan continued to challenge the man standing in front of him by grabbing his neck and raising his fist in the air right towards Yuzer's face. "Your life can be counted when it reaches my hand." Laying both glares of razor-sharp eyes in front of Yuzer's eyes and mixed with facial curls tightened and flushed, like a fireball. Releasing his hand violently from the white man's clothes monkey.


Walked in a hurry to approach the princess. "Yilzid" he said, running towards the princess.


"Father," said Yilzid surprised to mix pale gaping with both eyes wide followed by both hands swinging in the air that was holding his friend Pevin's cell phone. Limp and tremble all over his body when he saw the father walking up to him and met the man he feared the most.


Pevin was stunned pale to the left of Yilzid when he saw Gohan Hakan approaching them both. He who stood not far from the beautiful top model gulped roughly with a tense and trembling face. Squeeze the two fingers firmly. Following Gohan Hakan who turned the steps approached Yilzid with both looks of worry.


"Are you okay?" asked Gohan Hakan to pay attention and hold the face of the princess who was already panicking and trembling.


Yuzer came out of the room after Gohan Hakan came out first. He looked at the two men from the front door.


"Papa, I-I'm fine," Yilzid replied dropping an anxious look. Slowly he lowered his right hand straight down while tightly holding the phone with the bag hanging at the elbow on the left hand.


Stifling his legs firmly so as not to fall apart as the half-old man stood right before him, looking at his riled up self with an anxious look.


"Two today. Papa is looking for you everywhere" said Gohan Hakan sighing. "Papa's whole road went through to find you. Papa's been searching every street corner at night." Bring the princess inside.


Yilzid just kept quiet to hear it. While Pevin who followed them from behind seemed anxious and panicked fear that suddenly Gohan Hakan asked about the model to himself. "What do I have to answer?" the question is worry in the heart, ************** his fingers stare straight down with nanar. "Even I haven't put the words together for that yet" he lamented. "Aaagh!" Erang was upset against himself who was trapped inside his own artificial stronghold.


"Today, Papa's anxiety disappeared because the most beloved of Papa's children had returned safely" said Gohan Hakan happily welcoming the arrival of the model. Stepping up the stairs into the house. He unintentionally saw the tip of the lightning-black shoe clearly plastered on the doorstep.


Yilzid turned to look at the man standing next to the door. "Pa, Papa should thank him" Yilzid told his father, who greeted him with joy. Gohan Hakan also raised his head to look at the direction pointed by the princess with his gaze earlier.


While at the back, Pevin is still frozen, silently closing both lips tightly. Dragging both feet continued to step while listening to the conversation of the two people in front of him.


"He's the one who helped me, Pa," said Yilzid glancing back at the man standing behind the door. Pevin, who was walking a short distance from his friend, also glanced at the man who had been standing at the door for a long time.


Spontaneous Gohan Hakan seemed to bow down in embarrassment after hearing the words that came out honestly from his daughter's mouth. Staring at Yuzer who seemed to lift eyes filled with pride and as if looking arrogantly put both hands into the pocket of pants.


In a very bright room. Alen also came out with a neat dress ala a famous chef . Stand first in front of the mirror before he went to see his appearance wearing black material pants and monkey suit shirt red shirt made of cotton and also bag.


Riding his motorcycle located in front of the house, precisely in the yard. Insert the motorcycle key and stare back at him in front of the rearview mirror. Hair that is usually long is now forced to be bun.


"My mother left first, yes," she told the middle-aged woman standing at the door.


"Tell me Mom. When it arrives. The road today looks very jammed. Mother was so crowded when she went to the market," said Ilen, releasing the departure of her only child who worked as a spy without her knowledge.


"Yes, Mom. Pray that your son will be fine" said Alen kissing the back of his mother's hand approaching him. "I'll go first, Mom. Take care of yourself, good, yeah." Hugging Ilen. "Bye!" said Alen say goodbye from the top of the motorbike that has been speeding.


"Pa, he has saved me" said Yilzid carefully mixed with anxiety as he looked at the face of the father who had been worried about him.


Gohan Hakan just kept quiet while considering the narration of the child that makes him between believing and not remembering Yuzer is also a mobster, like himself cruel and cunning.


"Thank you for saving my daughter" said Gohan Hakan with a heavy heart and turned to look at the man with a cold face.


While downstairs, Gohan Hakan and Yuzer still look cold and tense since the dispute that occurred between the two of them.


"Oh!" Yilzid breathed a sigh of relief while throwing the bag onto the bed.


"Pevs! You know it feels so relieved. Finally, I can also return," he said gratefully. Unlock his high heels sandals and put them on the floor just like that.


"Now breathe as much as you!" pevin exclaimed, looking back at his friend, followed by his hands locking the room door. "


"Hm! You're right," continued Yilzid dropped his body on a neatly arranged bean bag along with a glass table on which there is a vase with both feet stepping on the floor precisely in front of the glass door that leads to the balcony. "if I hadn't followed your advice. Most likely I can't come back here today, yet" he continued happily, staring at Pevin who was stepping towards him.


"As long as I'm around you. You won't have any trouble because under any circumstances I'll always help you" Pevin turned to look at the bag sitting on the bed. "By the way how are you doing with her?" pevin asked as he turned his head to look at the photo above the nightstand. "As long as we both have. You never once said his name or talked about you. Yeah.., not as usual," he looked at his friend's face which suddenly turned grim.


"Yes!" reply Yilzid short. "Even today I haven't spoken to him yet" he continued, staring blankly as if he remembered what had happened and had hurt his heart. "Learn to give each one a chance" he continued.


"meaning?" Pevin immediately asked frowning. Pevin continued to look seriously at his friend who had confused him.


Yilzid only sighed harshly. "Everything gets complicated. It was as if there was no direction to start," said Yilzid, getting up from his seat and standing staring out the window. Enjoying the gust of wind that flows through the face.


"What does this have to do with the letter?" Pevin was curious and asked back.


Yilzid was just silent, unmoving as if he was enjoying a gentle gust of wind. "He was angry at the letter. You know it yourself, right? If he doesn't agree to it," he continued, holding the balcony railing with both hands. Standing looking straight ahead at Pevin.


"Then? Do you want to tell her that wasn't your idea?" Pevin asked the question again.


Sontak Yilzid twisting body. "Have you lost your mind? How could I say such a stupid thing. It's the same as killing myself" he denied. "Not to mention the woman! He has done something that makes Ilker sometimes want attention to him," he continued with both sharp eyeballs and a burning heart. "The more days the woman is getting cunning. He's getting more and more brave showing his nature," he said.


Pevin, who was standing, was sitting on a sofa that was deliberately arranged near the right glass door that led straight to the nightstand. Tilting his head towards the friend. Sit by raising the right leg above the left leg while placing the right hand over the chair handle and the left hand on the thigh. Sitting sweet with that black stray hair.


"Who wouldn't try? Even to this day he has never checked my whereabouts at all. Since we came home from vacation," Yilzid said regretfully.


"What's? You guys on vacation?" pevin asked in surprise.


"Yes. We're on holiday" Yilzid said. "We both vacationed. You tau? What's that girl doing?" She called and she said she was sick, huh? How do I try to get upset and angry with Ilker," he explained with pent-up anger.


Pevin then went up and stood right beside Yilzid. "You don't think negatively? Who knew he was sick? You... ." Pevin shut his mouth.


"What's? What did you say?" Yilzid asked looking at the friend. "You want me to understand? Yeah... ."Yilzid was silent.


"It's not like that. I mean, you don't think too hard. You better find out first. You asked really. Is that true or not? Let's not misunderstand and accuse Ilker who is not and ultimately destroy your relationship with him," Pevin said persuading the model. "Yil, your relationship has gone too deep. You guys are so hard to separate. Chances are, if you are separated, there will be one of you who will become a victim. Not to marry, forever to be alone. Might? Or... ." Pevin looked at Yilzid from the side.".. ending his life, "he said firmly.


Yilzid immediately dropped his head down looking at his two standing legs. It was as if he was weighing the words of his friend. It is difficult and impossible to trust a woman who has dared to do marriage with her lover, cih! Thought spit. "I don't know where else to start, so we can both go back to how we used to be. Or I don't know what it's like and who to start with?" yilzid said that hate is mixed with revenge. Stare straight at the empty air sharply.


Pevin took a deep breath. It was as if he could no longer speak anything. Right now just shut up the mouth that he could do. Now all he can do is hold tight when he hears what his friend said. Exhaling stood behind the woman while linking her two fingers. Staring at the back of the model and the crowded streets, alternately.


On the lower floor the two men who had been seen standing had been a long time since the child entered the room. It's starting to heat up. Gohan Hakan and Yuzer are still seen fighting so fiercely. This is very different from before where the two of them were friends and mutual trust has now been damaged by the greed they have.


"God! Today I am indebted to you" said Gohan Hakan, throwing away the view of Yuzer 7 before him who was a little proud that the person who wanted to submit to him had lowered himself.


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