Marriage is Because of Trust
Hiding calls from Yilzid

Dhyia who just had a fight with Ilker. Sit at the dinner table and be served by the Right. "His, why didn't Madam have lunch last night?" tanya Right gave me a glass of warm water.

"I fasted last night, Bi," replied Dhyia, sipping some water.

"Miss last night fasted?" true Tanya was surprised mixed in disbelief. "That means last night... ?" Remember the food she kept in the closet.

"Why, Bi? Last night what?" dhyia asked in surprise, hanging a glass in the air. Looking right with question marks.

"Nasi that last night," answered properly hanging.

Dhyia instantly remembered. Put the glass back on the table and not so continue his intention to drink. "Last night I overslept, Bi," said Dhyia, changing her seat slightly.

"That means, why was Madam dizzy?" connect True. Sok knows.

Dhyia was silently staring straight while listening to the True chatter. "If you don't want to eat. The lady eats alone" he continued. Giving the same advice, as her husband told her. Walk through the floor that is still clean. "From a long time ago, right, you never eat at home," said Bena, looking at the garbage tucked behind the door.

"Auntie, right," said Dhyia.

"Let's go if Madam gets sick. We will be scolded sir, His," mentioned Rightly remembering the past.

"That's impossible, Bi," replied Dhyia. Remembering her husband's former attitude with and present one is much different. "Auntie, won't be scolded" he said confidently. See the True that composes the spoon above the counter table.

"How is it not possible, My?" true Tanya imagined the attitude of Ilker who was a little strange. Washing used drink glass Pak Altan.

Seeing the confusion between the opinion of Right and himself. Dhyia was a little confused. From what she saw was that Ilker was actually forced to marry her and even hated her.

"Auntie, must be wrong?! Dhyia said, opening her voice again. "Aunty and I are the same" he wrote back. "So, there's no difference between us, Bi." Imagine a house that has long been the place and get the love and affection that he will soon leave. Everything will end no longer there is anything to be maintained, maybe this is the best path of every prayer I, thought Dhyia remembering everything she had gone through.

Right who was still standing on the counter table, looking seriously at his young mistress, was followed by next to his right hand the glossy counter table.

Inside Ilker's room. Yilzid still tempted the lover by all means to leave his job.

"You didn't have a photo shoot today?" ask Ilker who is starting to get bored. Take your laptop seriously.

"I'm not excited today" replied Yilzid. Stand up and stick to Ilker's body.

"Oh, yeah. Wh why? Is something bothering you?" asked Ilker curiously with a cold face.

"Papa, now he gives me a bodyguard" Yilzid replied bluntly.

Ilker immediately widened in surprise, staring at Yilzid who was already sitting in front of him with his laptop still on. "Guards," muttered Ilker harboring suspicion.

"Yes, I don't know myself. If I knew. I won't" said Yilzid regretfully. Looking at the bag on his lap with disappointment.

Ilker remained silent. His mind immediately recalled a housekeeper who followed him from behind.

"Did your parents know?" tanya Ilker hung up her words, looking at Yilzid seriously.

Ilker did not easily believe what Yilzid said . According to him, there was a secret that he did not know, whether it was what? Nor does he know for sure. All that seems to be an enigma to an Ilker.

"Maybe they just want to keep their daughter" Ilker said, throwing away prejudice. "Have a baby, don't think about it," persuaded Ilker to advise the lover.

"I don't know. Is your opinion right or not, dear?" yilzid asked a little agitatedly.

"What do you want?" asked Ilker directly when he saw his lover looking down miserably. "Do you want us to eat?" Shade a happy face. Raise eyebrows with a smile.

"But I was full" answered Yilzid, remembering that Burcu was standing guard outside. "You know, honey. Now it's hard to get out" he said grievingly.

Ilker immediately woke up and approached the idol. Stand up while stroking it. "Don't be sad anymore. You know, I can at least see you're sad, hm," persuaded Ilker to drop his body on the floor while holding the lover's hand. "Trust me, you can definitely say the same to your papa?!" Tuck Yilzid's hair behind his ears with a forced smile.

Ilker who then crouched down in front of him made Yilzid ask inwardly. "Why does Ilker feel like he's staying away?" Staring at the face of the sad lover mixed suspiciously.

Alen's request was rejected by Ilker Can Carya. The activities they hold will run smoothly or will fail it makes the forehead wrinkled. "Squeak, come on dong. Help think!" exclaims Alen begging. "Become! I didn't know he could or didn't. Because I want the model to be a little mentel and sexy" he explained.

The frown silently turned the body looking at the groaning Alen. "Calm down! We can definitely turn Derya into, like that?!" he said with certainty.

Alen immediately pouted and did not believe Cecar's response. "I can't say if it fails" Alen said. If he's imagining about Derya. The tomboyish and chaotic girl. Alen groaned more and more in his mind. "I'm not sure" he murmured again. Staring straight at the empty sight imagined, Derya carried the event. "Surely everything is a mess?!" his screams were flowing in the heart. Dragging his body that was standing on the wall of the room, down to the floor.

Repeatedly the employees who were milling in front of the room Ilker always asked about Burcu. This made Burcu want to scold them and pull Yilzid out of the room, glancing at the door sharply mixed with annoyance.

"What, Mr IIker now wears a bodyguard ?" ask the employee who is feeling careless to see Burcu, standing up, like a statue.

"Yes... ." Silence to see Burcu with question marks.

The crane! The crane! Cring !

Ilker's cell phone rang on the table. "Darling, you better go home. Let you calm down, yes," seduced Ilker gently persuaded the lover.

"But I still miss you," whined Yilzid who still wanted to indulge with Ilker. "That's who? How not to lift?" yilzid asked, glancing towards the phone that read.

The sound of the phone kept ringing so that made Ilker curious and turned to the phone located in front of the laptop right in the corner slightly covered by Yilzid. "Dhyia," said Ilker inwardly. "That's nobody. At most only people are misconnected," replied Ilker.

"Mmmm!" Yilzid nodded. "You promise, yes, we'll see each other again" his god saw Ilker's face turning back towards him.

Ilker was speechless. He just silently looked at Yilzid in the hope that they would spend some time together. Turning the body slightly tilted was full of astonishment again. Stepping straight towards the door, thinking about what he saw from Ilker's changing attitude was right or not.

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