Marriage is Because of Trust
Sad and sorry to remember Afsheen's decision

Ilker immediately picked up the blanket and slept on the long sofa. Every night the sofa becomes a new bed after marriage.

He also broke his tired body carrying the burden of life he lived. It's about the love and trust of the mother.

"Oh!" sighing harshly into the air calmed the inner turmoil. I don't think he can face everything. At the same time he also felt unbearable with his decision to tell Dhyia to let go.

"Agh! Why can't I sleep?" regrettable. Sit down and pull the rough blanket down on the floor. "What's wrong with me?" his groan was agitated, glancing towards Dhyia who was already soundly asleep. "He again, he again!" ilker grumbled in the heart. "He always pisses me off. Every time I heard his name, I wanted to tell him to stay away from me," he regretted turning his body around, opening the door to the gym.

"There's no point anymore" he said annoyed. Standing in front of the box that could release all his anger.

Puk! Puk! Puk!

He punched the box hard than usual and until it made both his hands red and slightly injured and his skin torn. Imagine the face of the mother who begged to open her heart to marry Dhyia.

"Agh! Shit, shit, shit!" her loud scream from inside the sports room hit the air . Standing behind the boxing staring at the photos of his parents. "If only Mother was still there. Mother will see the results" she said with pias remembering herself easily saying, 'yes' in front of her mother at the time.

"What sound is that? Like there's a sound of people hitting?" said Mr. Altan slowly asked to stop the step, followed by the right hand holding a bottle of drinking water. "Sounds like it's from there?" asked Pak Altan muttered turning his head to look out precisely at the sports room. "Did anyone go in there?" Keep walking thinking. "Don't thief. Ha, Muttering?!" pak Altan's prejudice was surprised that it was true. "Wow can get this bad." Put his drinking bottle in any place running out to the sports room. "Ups!" He was shocked and stopped. "Master!" he said astonished in his heart. "Do you want a clock like this downstairs?" the question was astonished to see a wall clock that showed 02:15 WIB.

Ilker's out to neutralize his emotions

not realizing that Altan was behind peeking at him. Standing up held his breath and occasionally looking at his hand that was injured by a blow too hard.

While in the room, Dhyia slept very soundly forgetting for a moment the matter wrapped around her with clothes covering her body from the cold night air due to the wide open window.

Instead the peeping Pak Altan was eager to get close to his young master and ask what happened. "Tomorrow I will tell the same story True," muttered Pak Altan back into the room.

"What time is it?" tanya Dhyia flinched. Seeing the position of her sleeping strangely. Sit and remember last night's events. Sad he must have felt again. Murmur while dragging both feet down from the bed and calming down took Wudhu.

"I mean sleep last night." He thought turning his body looking at the sofa. "Mas, where's Ilker?" he worried in his heart. Hurry up to the window and look down. "Nights like this... ?" said Dhyia inwardly wondering who did not see Ilker's car. ..."what, Mas!" He thought, limp and silent considering Yilzid while dropping his body on the sofa. Reflecting on her who has become a separator between lovers. Crying and regretting.

"Then I'll let you go, Mas," said Dhyia softly while crying. Get up and open the bathroom door to take Wudhu so that his heart calms down.

He washed his face with both hands slowly while releasing all that was hidden. Being carried by the flow of flowing and cold water seemed to calm the soul.

In the sports room that made Pak Altan surprised Ilker again stood in front of the boxing by raising his hand and sticking it. Applying a scuffed hand right in front of him.

Dhyia who has been steady with her decision prophesy Do'a for her life in the future. Tears always flowed when he asked the Khalik.

"Allan!" shouted Ilker who came out of the gym. Walking with anger through many chairs that are often used to sit looking at archery sports.

In addition to boxing, the Carya family loves archery. Almost all of Carya's family are good at archery. In fact, his sister who now takes part in archery competitions abroad are proficient and often won the gold medal.

"Yes, sir," said Altan running off the hose.

"Where have you been? Why so long?" tanya Ilker sat at the dining table.

"That's Master. I am again outside the flowerbed," replied Mr. Altan trembling. Squeezing his fingers that felt cold.

"Get me a drink!" the commandment of Ilekr with the veil of pias' face. From last night until this morning he's still a jackass.

"This is Mr" said Altan, putting a glass on the table. Walk back a step standing behind his master.

Right, who's busy sweeping the TV room. Run peeking behind the wall. "The love of Altan. She must be dizzy to face, young Taun?!" the True Word in the heart of sorrow. Holding the bell with one of his ignorant hands. "Yeah... ." Right away rushed to run away from the door. "...cim!" Put out his sneeze in the corner of a long TV table while covering his mouth.

"Later, if I go home you should have stood in front of the door already" said Ilker, venting his anger this morning. Placing glass.

"Yes, sir," Altan replied obediently and screamed inwardly. "It's terrible now," she was sad.

Right who heard faintly looked back with a concerned face. "Since Madam's departure, this house is not kayak first, it is always warm . I'm so sorry to see it." Staring at the photo of Afsheen's mother hanging in the TV room. He was followed by a glance looking at his young master who stood smiling beside Afsheen's mother.

Since the wedding, Ilker's attitude is far inversely proportional. He who used to never speak out loud, let alone shout. Now it becomes his habit. As if he used to live with the environment, like that. Hard, rude and cruel.

"Say the same True, if you make a neat shirt. Don't put it anywhere!" said Ilker squealing his ears.

"Ba-good sir," replied Altan who was indirectly attacked.

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