Marriage is Because of Trust
The commotion on the stairs

"Really! Where is it, Madam?" tanya Altan frantically approached the door separating the living room and kitchen. It was not seen in the slightest by those Ilker who were walking down the stairs.

"That's above. Hurry, the madam will fall!" yells Right worried. Waving hands pointing the stairs.

Altan who innocently ran away in panic up the stairs the most lazy he climbed so as to make Ilker snort.

"His, madam, need my help coming down. Come, New!" altan said bowing half the body to greet the master.

"Allan!" call Ilker loudly who makes his hand stop in mid-air right behind Dhyia. "Master," Altan said softly in Dhyia's ear. Trembling and slowly twisting his body looked at Ilker who was snorting sharply.

"What was my message that you gave me right?" his tanya went down the stairs fiercely against jealousy.

Right and Dhyia who knows nothing. Just shut up and look at Ilker and Altan heating up.

The less healthy Dhiya was forced to raise his body to stand towards Ilker. "Mas," called her softly. Looking at Altan who was already trembling.

Downstairs, Right who was standing in the middle of the luxurious sofa was astonished at the strange demeanor of his master. Standing at once gaping.

"Not yet, sir," replied Altan nervously. Ducking while clenching hands.

"You know it's not because of your negligence. I couldn't find my shirt" said Ilker venting his heart. Stand with neat clothes and a stocky body.

"Mas, jagan angered Pak Altan and also Bi Benar," Pinta Dhyia pleaded with a soft tone of voice that made Ilker's heart actually calm. However, because of his ego he tried to fight the feeling he already knew. He looked at his wife who was not far from him. "You have dared to forbid me" he said.

Dhyia immediately felt guilty. "Mas, I didn't mean to fight you," he said slowly mixed in panic. Standing by the end of his hijab.

"Then, what just now?" ask Ilker who never liked that Dhyia denied it.

"I am the owner of this house. And that includes them." Appointing Altan. "So no one can argue with me!" reprimand Ilker screeched the entire room.

Dhyia was getting frozen shut up feeling guilty. "Mas, but I'm also your wife. So, I also have the right to a home and a worker here," Dhyia retorted.

"What?" asked Ilker surprised. Down the stairs a step saw his wife who had begun to dare to answer. "What did you say?" asked Ilker again to see the change of Dhyia which was getting more and more bold to speak. "I can't believe it. ," continued Ilker, disappointed to hear Dhyia's reply, hitting the air in annoyance.

While Pak Altan and Benar are getting riled up. Panic and fear of unwanted things. Staring at the young master and his finished mistress, quarreling.

"Mas, Bi Right, not wrong. The one who composed Mas's clothes, it was actually me, Mas," he explained, regretting looking down.

"Who told you to change everything?" asked Ilker, forgetting his intentions of wanting to get to the office immediately.

"There is, Mas," replied Dhyia slowly mixed with fear to shake her head. Squeezing fingers covered by the hijab.

"You knew? This is my home, not your home. So, don't try to touch my closet again and also my stuff!" sindir Ilker who shook Dhyia.

Those words seemed to throw Dhyia against the wall. His chest tightness felt when he heard that remark. This is where Dhyia only realized that Ilker had never considered her as a wife.

"I know, Mas," replied Dhyia steadfastly. He was tired and wanted to fall to the floor. "I am not the owner of this house. In fact, I could be here out of compassion" he continued to shed tears.

"That's it!" said Ilker directly down the stairs. Running away from Dhyia who was crying.

Right and Mr. Altan, like he was struck by lightning. They did not expect that his young master could change that far.

"Him, sorry. Because I am the Madam so, scolded," said Mr. Altan looked down full of regret.

"Alright, Sir! It's not my fault!" dhyia said with a stiff.

"But, this is me... ." Right to shut up.

"I'm fine. Go then! Do your own work" commanded Dhyia who felt unwell. Walk down the stairs slowly while holding the stairs railing.

"Let's go, I help you," Pinta Benar offered. Put a washcloth on her shoulder with her right hand holding her mistress' waist.

"Bi, was there any food last night?" tanya Dhyia approached the dining table. Pulling up a chair and sitting down.

"Sorry, Yes. I have thrown away the food" said Benar with a face full of regret.

"If the Madam eats it, the young master scolds us again" True lamented inwardly, releasing Dhyia.

"Bi, can I ask for something" said Dhyia pleading.

"I'll help you, huh?! If I can, "reply Right with the words they said as an assistant and a funny face.

"Haha! Auntie," said Dhyia smilingly holding in shame.

True who once loved Dhyia so much until now. "What do you want, madam?" tanya Right tried to tease Dhyia.

While Ilker who saw the incident directly on the stairs made him upset. "Uhh!" Hit the fist in the air. "How dare he," he said, holding both his molars in mind about Dhyia and Altan. Opening a scuffed car. Enter and sit while stretching his muscles due to emotional carry.

Cring ! Cring ! Cring !

The phone still in his pocket surprised him. "Alen," he muttered as he stared at the phone screen with one hand holding the steering wheel.

"Sorry Sir. We wanted to ask you about your opinion on the model, sir," Alen said from behind the phone.

"Wait for me to arrive" Ilker replied briefly replying to the incoming call. Hang up the phone and put it in a normal place. Drive the car fast.

The high and luxurious house fence was already wide open when he heard the sound of a car. The guard looked down as the car passed them. Ilker who has been in a lot of trouble has never returned the favor. Even looking at the two guards he did not want to.

"Patience, it is like that" said the other named Barlin to his friend while closing the fence insinuating the master.

Ilker who drove at a high speed every time he had a problem made him want to get hit again by another motorist. "How can they bring a car? Seeing the road alone cannot be," muttered Ilker stifled and in a hurry. Remembering Yilzid who was coming to his office today.

The crane! The crane! The crane! His phone went off again, eliminating his concentration. "Dudu," said Ilker happy to mix dislikes.

"Hello, where are you?" yilzid asked in a hoarse voice just waking up from behind the phone.

"Go to the office, baby. There's an important meeting. We'll call again, yeah!" said Ilker with a heavy tone of voice, hanging up the phone.

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