Marriage is Because of Trust
In the middle of the road

Ilker enters the garage, taking a luxury car that he often takes with him when traveling alone. The car that had just been repaired, he took it out instantly. "Sir Balin! Please come right into the garage!" he said, leaving a voice recorder stuck to the wall.

Resting Mr. Balin straightened his tired muscles all day. He immediately got up and approached the voice recorder. Meet the man in a hurry. "Yes, sir" he answered. "Can I help you?" Mr. Balin again asked from behind the recorder attached to the wall of the room, right behind the door. Leaving the room and meeting the man who sounded hasty.

"Sir! Please have Mr. Edis open the gate, as soon as possible!" ilker ordered as he looked at himself in the rearview mirror when his tail saw a figure of his medium stature standing not far from him.

"Okay sir," said Mr. Balin, turning the body leaving the garage.

The man who had appeared neat and handsome immediately entered the car. Opening the car door and then sitting down and entering the key, followed by the two eyeballs looking straight ahead and lowering the view instantly, glancing at the circular watch.

In the post security room located right at the end of the fence Edis sir even engrossed with the video he saw inside the phone. He looked very happy and happy and laughed with satisfaction. Mr. Balin who saw it from afar also swung both legs tightly.

"Sir! The young master said, "Please open the gate now!" said Mr. Balin, standing next to the man who was sitting relaxing.

"Gee!" Mr. Edis was surprised that his phone wanted to fall to the floor. "Will your master date again?" asked the silly Edis sir, staring at the man who was almost the same age as him.

"I don't know" replied Balin, raising both shoulders.

The luxury car that had come out and now was among the post security. The sound of the horn was immediately shocking and made Mr. Edis run open the fence when the car's floodlights illuminate the fence brightly.

"Good night, sir!" greet Mr. Edis towards the man who brought a car that passed him and did not open the car glass at all.

The metallic black luxury car then went out to break up the quiet streets that were many in the trees along the road. The road he went through on a beautiful night for a love couple who were in love, he went through with fun.

Picking up the phone he put on the steering wheel, calling Alen. Connection sounds came in.📱 "How are our plans? Did it work or not?" ask Ilker from inside the phone when the call is connected.

📱"Sir! For now I cannot tell. Let alone giving news," replied Alen spontaneously. "Because the road that I'm going through is quite jammed, sir," he replied back from behind the phone.

"Street jammed?" inner Ilker asked astonishedly to himself. He just quietly stared straight at the body of the road as if confused to hear the reason from Alen.

📱"Why don't you look for another path?" tanyakanya. "We need to know as soon as possible. Who is Gohan Hakan?" Ilker continued to drive a little bit harder due to the long queue.

📱"The other roads are jammed too! All jammed. There is nothing to enter but this road" replied Alen who was pinned by another rider. "I know Sir! Soon I'll find the guy," he replied. "But the streets are everywhere, he said, "Too jammed, sir." Alen spoke again. Without thinking long he slipped from the bend of the two-wheelers who almost wanted to graze the other riders. He put his phone behind the helmet he was wearing.

📱"Are you not trying to find another way? Who is not stuck? Can't all the roads be stuck?" push Ilker from behind the phone. However, the voice of reply was heard so less clearly by the man who had already passed through a smooth path. He turned off his phone and returned with the car.

Along the way all were seen queuing and jostling. The riders there are honking each other alternately until it fills the air. Some are upset and disheveled. There is also a look for because it has been almost an hour he has not moved from his place. There are those who mengedumel upset to issue a curse due to the narrowness of the people who race want to advance first.

Alen also heard the words of the man behind the phone a bit vague and slightly disturbed his concentration to bring the motor. He turned off the phone and he put it in a bag that looked coiled around his neck. "Why did it suddenly get stuck? Is there an accident up ahead, huh?" he said inwardly and full of question marks, looking straight ahead while holding the motorcycle on both legs.

"Sir! Quickly get the car!" shouted someone from behind the restless man in the car. Open half the glass of the car and stare straight ahead.

The sound of horns and shouts from people who have been waiting too long or from someone who does not like the night air is getting boisterous.

While at Ogze's house, it appears that Dhyia is still tidying up the slum room after he finished fulfilling his obligations to the Creator. Take the bag that was in the kitchen. "Rimak! Why haven't your Aunts and Uncles come home yet?" he asked when he saw Rimak feeding a cat.

Dhyia who dragged both feet back into the room while carrying a bag containing clothes and rings stored in the wallet.

"Emang did you ever leave a message other than the one that was to Mbak?" tanya Rimak followed Dhyia from behind.

Dhyia who put the bag on the wooden chair that can not be sat. "No" he answered briefly, turning his head slightly backward, followed by his hands tidying up a bag he had not used for a long time.

"Ooh!" Rimak only let out a short voice in an unpleasant reply.

Dhyia again fixed the bag she had placed on the chair. Twist both eyeballs, paying attention to everything visible from the corner of the chair because the chair is no longer wearing a pedestal. So, Dhyia was afraid that her bag would suddenly get stuck and torn.

From inside came a knock from outside. Rimak ran forward to open the door. "Mother, ' she said happily, was heard by the two ears of the woman who had not yet closed the door.

"Why did Mom go home alone? Where is dad?" ask Rimak, looking out.

"Mom didn't see your father." Ogze immediately gave the answer to his daughter. "On the road too jammed. So, I didn't have time to find your father" he said . "Say, "At the gas station. Solar is not. So, all the truckers are in the storm" he continued, hanging a helmet over the rearview mirror.

The speech then went into the room and was heard by Dhyia. Suddenly she remembered the man who had become her husband who was often on the street, to her knowledge.

"What if I get confused looking for Mom?" ask Rimak. "While Mom's gonna know? If you don't have a motorcycle," he said, following the woman who had just arrived.

Dhyia who had just finished a few minutes remained standing inside the room, listening to the chatter of the two women outside the room.

"Outside many vehicles. You don't think your dad's gonna want to wait a long time!" back up, get in the bathroom.

"Mom was always like that! I thought everything was easy. Later, if you don't go home. New Mom worried!" continued Rimak with a veiled face.

The sound of water coming from the bathroom made Rimak leave the kitchen room after he saw the black cat was full.

"Rimak! Has Dhyia eaten yet?" ask Ogze, open the bathroom door.

"I don't know, Mom," replied Rimak indifferently. Take the plate and put the rice into the plate.

"It's already night. If he hasn't eaten. Later he could get sick," said Ogze, leaving the kitchen with the clothes he had just worn in the bathroom.

The entire road access was severely jammed. Alen and Iker who were on different paths grew tired and restless and agitated, holding on to patience because they had so often attacked so easily, but still not out of traffic.

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