Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker's anger

Throughout the day Dhyia had several rooms that initially looked like a warehouse and were in disarray now no longer. Now the room was clean and tidy even though the used cardboard containing old clothes that had not been used was still visible in the place. He had no power to clean it because the condition of his body that began to be rather weak because he had not rested, so the cardboard that he should have tidied up and threw away if it was not important anymore now even failed and had to stay there so it looks still the same, as before when he entered the room, and then he just failed, cramped and narrow . The cramped cardboard in the room still remains, which makes him uncomfortable when his eyes stare toward the corner of the room as he wants to enter.

"Mom!" Call Rimak who is standing right behind him.

React Dhyia who was seriously mopping suddenly surprised and turned her head back, looking at Rimak who had come out of the room. "Bak again clean up. You want something?" he asked for a moment, holding the mop with both hands.

"Engga Ma'am. I didn't see Mom from earlier. When I got up and left the room I didn't hear his voice. Though earlier 'kan Mbak and Mama just spoke," said Rimak.

"Auntie goes out. He said, "There is something to pay," Dhyia explained.

"It's not usually the mother goes hot, like this," said Rimak astonished at the twisting of the body leaving his cousin.

"Auntie, pe... ." Dhyia shut her mouth when she saw that Rimak had left her. Staring back down exactly saw the floor that was half not yet exposed to the mop. " I have to finish quickly. Soon it will be afternoon" he said slowly dragging back the mop.

The debate between brother and sister at the dinner table ended because Ilker forced himself to go into the room leaving the woman most precious to him besides his mother.

"Sister! Is Big Brother going to just leave without finishing it first?" rana shouted inquiring from behind, looking at the back of the older brother who did not look at her in the slightest. Rana continued to stare at him until the man disappeared while holding back the anger in his heart with a reddened face, like fire. Taking the cutlery and sticking it on the plate violently as a form of frustration over the attitude of his brother who recently changed.

Ilker was actually not able to see the sadness of the brother who had been very dear to him, although he actually wanted to change his sister's attitude in order to become an independent and not spoiled woman. He took the cell phone he had put on the bar table. Turn on the screen and slide to the right side. "Ravza, spend the money, as usual and transfer to Rana's account right now," he said from behind the phone to the financial department that he had been the one who arranged all expenses in the Carya family and took care of all the needs of Rana and all the other needs.

"All right, sir" he replied from behind the phone.

Ilker continued to climb the stairs after hanging up the phone to confirm the contents of the memo and find out the cause of Dhyia's departure.

The kreeek!

The door opened and then he closed again. Walking a little slowly towards the nightstand clearly displayed a memo on it. Re-reading the contents of the memo with a sad mind and a face mixed with guilt and confusion.

In the room of a stuffy room with no windows, Dhyia suddenly remembered the message of the Aunt to her. "Dhyia later if Rimak is awake. Please tell me there's a side dish on the table."

Dhyia immediately ran to see her cousin. "Rimak! Bibi said, "On the table there is a fish" said Dhyia from the front of the room door holding a mop with her right hand, looking at Rimak who was standing in front of the mirror.

"Yes Ma'am. I know." Rimak immediately replied to her and headed straight for the bathroom. Wash his face first to get fresh after he wakes up.

Ilker suddenly changed his mind not wanting to linger remembering the wife even in a memo he found nothing from behind the writing so he gave up and gave up for from this moment until now he has not heard news about the woman. He went back down the stairs to the gym to relieve his stress and vent it in the gym.

In a cool and soothing room lay a middle-aged woman struggling with her tired thoughts. "Actually where did Madam go, anyway? Why do you look so panicked? Is Madam really no family event? That's why you can be so worried," he muttered staring at the ceiling of the room. Sitting on the floor rests his head on the bed. "Oh!" Exhaling breath massaging forehead.

"Which request? Your employer's request is a lot. I got dizzy thinking about it. The one that has not finished has asked for another one," complained Pak Altan sharing his suffering to Mr. Balin who had just returned from outside.

"Yes, you have to be patient. Only you can and only you are liked by your master, hihihi," continued Mr. Balin laughingly mocked Pak Altan and left the man who was taking dirt in the fish pond.

"You're glad you can only laugh," said Mr. Altan looking at Pak Balin who had run left him while swinging half dung in the air as a signal that he wanted to throw Pak Balin with the durung.

The door of the sports room adjacent to the tv room whose direction facing right towards the park adjacent to the fish pond was opened and he closed violently.

Braugh!

The door was blown and tightly closed which made a tremor, like an earthquake. Walk while putting your phone on the table.

True again carried away the current remembering about the master first, when Dhyia first entered and met with his surprise and wanted to jump out. "That's what it sounds like, huh? How about an earthquake?" Bengong stared at every corner of the room. Standing open the door let out a little head looking out trying to figure it out.

In the quiet room there was only one who again stared at the ceiling of the room with a bright light. "Former Madame Afsheen once said, "If Dhyia is from a home." He continued muttering while recalling something that might have been forgotten. He also continued to daydream while remembering the matter of the madam. Nothing, he thought.

The man who is the husband of Dhyia Kharya now looks tangled and disappointed with himself who has failed in everything.

Puk !

Puk !

Puk !

The sound of a fist was heard loudly and squealed the eardrum for those who heard it. True back aghast when both his ears heard a loud voice echoing.

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Seriate...