Marriage is Because of Trust
In the sports room

Ilker continued to punch the vertical punching bag until both of his hands were bruised.

Puk!

Puk!

Puk!

The loud sound of the fist was heard to the ears of Rana who wanted to climb the stairs. "What is that sound?" he asked himself, turning his head stopped his right leg who wanted to climb the stairs, half floating in the air. Twirling the two eyeballs that follow the direction before his head look at every corner of the room to determine the origin of the sound he hears.

Puk !

Puk !

Puk !

The sound of the punch was increasingly clear through the eardrum that he installed sharply while breathing. For a moment, he stopped his intention to go into the room. Backward turning the body stared straight at sharply and stepped following the direction of the source of the sound that was clearly heard from a room. Slowly mixed with curiosity he then entered the tv room. He continued to walk slowly as if he looked, like someone who was sneaking around.

Puk !

Puk !

Puk !

The sound of the blow became clearer when he attached his right ear to the closed door at the end of the tv room next to the corner. He put his right hand on the door knof and opened it slowly and let go when the door was wide open and his eyes were staring at the brother who was not as usual.

Jeglex!

The door slammed into the wall as its grip slipped from the door knof. "Sister," said Rana frantically with both eyes widened as she looked at the hand that was drifting towards a large, hard object. "What did Brother do?" tanyanya stood in front of the door as she looked at the two hands that floated without using any protective gear. "Why did you hurt yourself Brother?" Rana was in shock and ran in panic and worry mixed with anxiety as soon as her two eyeballs looked towards the man's face.

Ilker still remains silent a thousand languages mixed with facial curates tightened. The beating continued with a broken heart. Even though he did not turn his head towards the source of the voice that was reprimanding him in panic. In fact he looked very serious about punching that vertical samsak.

Rana was silent and just stared at the arm of the man who did not want to stop and still continued to punch the hard object repeatedly so as to make both hands hurt. The hand that had just healed was now bruised again due to punching the samsak hard and without protection in the slightest.

Puk !

Puk !

Puk !

The samsak who stood upright was as if bouncing floated in the air and escaped from the hard blow. Rana who had deliberately entered to make sure the voice he heard was still standing accompanied by the man who was raging with a problem that was not yet over.

"Oh!" he said he exhaled a rough breath twisting his body ignoring the woman standing next to him. Standing gazed outwards from behind the glass wall that was right towards the greenery and the fountain. Staring straight with a veiled face while holding his hand injured by the hard blow earlier.

Twisting followed by both hands held the necessary equipment and walked up to the man who was still standing in front of the window. "Why did you hurt yourself Brother? ask Rana, put the equipment on the table. "Kou don't know? I was so sad to see Brother like this" he said, taking the topical medicine from the table approached the man who was still reluctant to turn towards him and held the hand of the man who was still silent the thousand languages slowly and carefully Rana put the topical medicine in over the back of the man's hand that has blood relation with his to cover some of the bruised. "Didn't Brother love himself ? So Brother made Brother's hand like this" he continued, turning his body, stepped and put the topical medicine on the table and then next he took the bandage that was on the table as well. "I was very worried to see the condition of Brother earlier, when hitting the object hard without a sense of awareness," he said with all anxiety. "Is it supposed to be like that, brother?" Rana continued her question raising her head to look at the man who kept his mouth shut. "If Brother's hands are just bruises, it's not a problem. It even has a wound even if it is only small. It's a pain" he said, staring at the back of the man's hand which he had placed on his palm with a painfully mixed together. "This hand is not just bruised, but there is a small tear on his skin that also looks flushed," he said softly, looking at the injured hand. "Sister, if Brother why-why. I how?" he asked with a sad face, looking at the man. "Sister shouldn't hurt himself, Brother" he continued softly while wrapping the three-headed man's hand.

Ilker who stood wearing a short-sleeved grey shirt and half-knee pants made of cotton cloth was still like a statue. The clothes he wore before descending down entered the sports room to play boxing was not moving at all or moving both his lips. He still looked like a deaf man. Look straight outside with a blank look.

"We're just two, brother. If Brother why-why then I will be the same who Kak," said Rana sadly lowered his head mixed with a sad face. "I have no one but my brother. So, please from now on don't ever do this again!" I can't lose Brother," he said sadly, standing staring at the back of the Brother who wouldn't look at him.

The man was slightly touched by the words of the woman standing behind him. He slowly turned his head slightly tilted to the right glancing towards the person speaking behind him as if looking at his little sister who was still standing.

The voice of reply had not yet been heard from the disheveled-faced man. Suddenly Ilker turned his body and Rana immediately left the man himself after a long time he waited for the man he met in the sports room who would not look at him let alone talk.

Rana then closed the door of the room. Dragging his legs tightly mixed with frustration because someone he often referred to as his brother did not want to open his mouth to him.

The slightest departure of Rana did not make Ilker touched even he now looks calm as if the woman did not enter the room. Walking dragging his legs to the table on the right corner of the window, he took the phone carefully because his right hand was injured.

"Yilzid also why the number has not been active until now?" he muttered in annoyance while staring straight at the cellphone remembering about the face of his lover during a fight on the boat. "Not to mention Dhyia. Get out of the house without saying goodbye to me," he continued, growing annoyed at raising his head from behind a glass window.

The sports room made of glass walls looks silent immediately since Rana left the room. Ilker repeated the same thing, raising his hand in half in the air and turning on the phone. Look back at the number of the lover who still remains the same.

It was almost dark, he thought. Suddenly he remembered the invitation from his business partner. "Oh, fuck. I almost forgot" he said as he looked at Alen's name on the outgoing contact and saw the clock clearly on his phone screen.

Hurrying and hurrying he immediately jumped out while holding his hand which was painful and cramping due to his behavior earlier. Closing the door of the room and walking to look at every corner of the room to see someone who knew someone was walking closer to where he had just entered.

"Yes!" Call Ilker when he sees her in the lounge tidying up the cushions on the sofa.

"Yes, sir," said True immediately stopped the pillow swinging half in the air that he wanted to stack on the sofa.

"It's this dark. You don't have any information on Dhyia yet?" asked Ilker, standing staring at Right not too far away from him, in his right hand following the injured one holding a mobile phone.

"Sorry sir! As far as I know, Madam is only from the orphanage," True replied directly in a soft tone of voice, staring at the man who was standing a little away from her.

The man's face suddenly changed. He seemed to be fusing his two eyebrows together upon hearing that answer. Shining both of his eyes in the direction of True instantly and lowering back his gaze looked at the mobile phone he was in his grasp. Leaving his assistant just like that as he looked at the clock that had started to turn.

True then back to tidying the pillows slightly changed place while floating the two eyes following the steps of his master who wanted to climb the stairs.

.

.

.

Seriate...