Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia's decision that Ilker welcomed

Ilker who himself in the room dropped his body straight into bed without cleaning himself after wearing a nightgown suit, trousers and short hands that covered his athletic body. She used to wear clothes to sleep since she was married to Dhyia. Since marriage he no longer wears disrespectful clothes because he knows the difference between him and his wife. The wife he married was very inversely proportional to him shy and righteous. This is what makes Ilker keep himself from the view of the wife. Close your eyes to remove the burden of the mind.

In kitchen!

"The meal is over," muttered Dhiya with a happy heart running up the stairs calling for Ilker. Already arrived at the top floor Dhyia who was happy to suddenly get nervous and return to remember the treatment of Ilker. "I'm not sure, if Mas Ilker wants to eat my cooking," he murmured sadly to remember about Yilzid. Open the door slowly.

Dhyia is sad again. "You're asleep, Mas" he murmured softly at the husband who had never given him any attention. Go in and sit on the bed right by the husband's feet. Tears fall back. "This is how the test of my life should be to accept everything with chest space" he whispered inwardly withstanding sobs.

Ilker who pretended to sleep when he saw the door opened. Opening his eyes and hearing faintly despite being clearly visible to him. Dhyia, as if she were crying from the sound of a runny nose.

"Ehem!" Ilker immediately sneered a signal to Dhyia. Pick up a cell phone located on a table adjacent to the bed.

Spontaneous Dhyia instantly eases the crying and neutralizes the sound. Sitting back to Ilker with both feet slumped to the floor.

"Mas, don't eat?" dhyia asked in a slightly hoarse voice that she was trying to neutralize. Sitting back to Ilker with a hijab that always covered his hair. Holding the spring bed with both hands.

"I'm not hungry. Just eat it yourself, Ilker replied in a cold tone of voice. Playing cellphone.

"Sure, I haven't eaten, have I?" tanya Dhyia comforted herself repeating back meekly glancing at Ilker who was playing the phone.

"How many times have I said. If you are hungry eat alone," replied Ilker ketus. Sitting and leaning his body on the head board with a pillow and straightening both legs tired from running protect themselves from journalists.

"Mas, I'm sorry. If I had taken you away from her," said Dhyia bitterly. Looking at the floor full of regret.

That little apology left Ilker's heart touched that he was trying to fight. Read the incoming message from the lover.

"If the cause of all this is me. I am ready to accept your decision, Mas," continued Dhyia despairing who still had not heard the response from Ilker.

However, what did Dhyia say. Ilker clearly heard it and directly pierced the heart. "What do you want?" asked Ilker directly after hearing those words. His heart was happy to be mixed.

"It all depends on you, Mom. Whatever your decision I'm ready for" said Dhyia who had given up.

The phone wants to fall. "Are you ready?" ask Ilker lightly. Messages with Yilzid.

Dhyia fell silent at Ilker's question. It was careless this time he, he thought . Said what made him even more eliminated.

"If you are happy. Why not?" continued Dhyia who kept staring at the door with a broken heart. Separating from Ilker was like a hot fire for him.

After a long time he closes his heart to any man, but it looks like this will come back the same, as it used to be, repeating his dark past. Wishing a gray love.

Those words seemed to pierce Ilker's heart again. The phone that rang was ignored. Yilzid called out dozens of times. However, he only looked at her while looking at the already resigned Dhyia.

All this time Ilker felt that Dhyia was the one who deliberately wanted to snatch it from Yilzid. However, that prejudice was immediately answered. He who rests his body on the bed is silent and mixed with pleasure or sadness. That was how Ilker felt at this moment.

"If this is what's best for us. I won't be sad one bit" said Dhyia trying to look tough in front of Ilker.

Ilker just kept quiet and thought it was the right decision or not. "Are you serious?" ask Ilker. Staring at Dhyia who was holding back tears.

"If it's the best and it's destiny. I'll be ready, Mas" replied Dhyia resignedly. Holding everything by itself.

"Then, where are you going?" ask Ilker to know. If you remember back that Dhyia was an orphan who was raised in an orphanage.

"I'll think about it later. Now the most important thing is your happiness, Mommy. For what this is maintained if one of us is hurt," he continued, who has been willing to let go of the man he loves in silence. "I've loved you all along. Maybe love is wrong. Your happiness is more important to me than my life" Dhyia said in her heart. Staring at Ilker silently.

Ilker's getting confused. He got out of bed. Open the window and look out. "If it really wants you. I'll do it" said Ilker, sad or happy because he will have a big space to be united with Yilzid.

Staring at the dark tree that her mother often stopped by while walking outside with Dhyia. Sadness is certainly implied because he could not carry out the mandate of the mother to keep Dhyia.

"If it's your decision. I can't do anything about it" said Ilker heavily. "You know Dhyia, can we get here?" asked Ilker who did not want to look at the wife. "Mother is the cause. I don't know what Mom's thinking. Until he no longer wants to listen to my reasons" continued Ilker who was amazed, why did not Dhyia give any response. Spontaneously he looked back though with a heavy heart. Ilker was immediately surprised to see Dhyia had fallen asleep.

Slowly he walked over to his wife who sounded a bit of a rush. A broken heart keeps him strong and strong and as much as possible should smile at anyone, including True and Pak Altan.

Ilker was already relieved that Dhyia was willing to let go. Smile was immediately dashed considering Yilzid.

While downstairs in the kitchen, True accidentally passed the dining table who wanted to take a drink. "His food hasn't been eaten?" ask the truth in your heart. Stand holding a glass. "Oh, very dear, Madam was never considered by, Sir," continued Right in a soft heart. Put food in the closet.

Put the glass on the dispenser. Dreaming of his poor mistress.

.

.

.

Seriate...