Marriage is Because of Trust
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Walk near the door and be ushered in by Ilker. "It's a pity you didn't forget, right," said Yilzid expectantly, stopping at the door and looking back.

"Rest." Ilker stood up to see the lover leave. In short, Yilzid felt his lover was not, as usual.

After Yilzid disappeared Ilker quickly looked away and saw the phone calling. Glad to be mixed with hate, Ilker just kept quiet and did not see the phone that kept vibrating.

Miris and deeply saddened to see the relationship of the two of them who unwittingly had a little distance. Outside the door, Burcu quickly followed in his young lady's footsteps.

"What do you want?" asked Ilker curiously in the heart. Sit while looking at their homes. Swiping the phone on the table and a little more almost fell.

"Mas Ilker, don't lift it," he said sadly inwardly. Sitting in the dining chair while waiting for Benar to put his favorite food.

"His, this is the mistress' favorite meal" said Benar. Cooking with pleasure. While Dhyia was still silent because the husband did not pick up his phone.

Ting! The phone rang and lit up again. The message Dhyia sent has come in. However, Ilker only looked at the phone that was at the end of the table. "That must be him again," he said, looking too ill at Dhyia.

"The message has come in. But it still remains the same, "sorry in a sad heart mixed with disappointment at the message that has not been read. Put the phone on the table right next to it.

"Well, here the food is ready" said Benar happily. Serving food on the table. "out of this. Madam will be better?!" benar smiled wearing clothes that had been given by the Carya family to the workers and also apron.

"Thank you, Bi," said Dhyia who always felt loved by True.

"Madam, don't hesitate. Just eat a lot, Him!" right Speech who already considers Dhyia, like his own daughter.

During the marriage, Dhyia and her husband never get along and always fight so that makes her sometimes forget to eat.

"Start from now. If there's a problem, just eat it, Him! Later, Madam is sick," said Correct. Pour drinking water and put a spoon on the table.

"Alhamdulillah! Thanks again, Bi. From the past, Aunty has always been my equal concern" praised Dhyia in embarrassment.

"That's what it's like, Him. It has become my duty to serve, Madam," continued True. Sneezed.

"Auntie's sick?" tanya Dhyia turned her head towards the True bi who was putting down the teapot. Twist the spoon in the dish. Honestly, Dhyia really wanted to help True but because she was now the mistress of Ilker Can Carya so, there was so much to consider by True when the time came, the madam reached out for help. Repeatedly Dhyia thought that she would add a new housekeeper because Carya's house was so big that it required a lot of energy to clean it.

"Bi, let me help you. Aunt just take a break!" Dhyia took a washcloth from True. Stand up and leave the food.

"Non, no! Reluctant. Let me just." Right back pulling the washcloth from Dhyia. "This is my job. Better, Madam eat. Before, Master went home, His," Right, glancing at the guest room precisely towards the window attached next to the entrance. "I will give food again for you, Madam if you are lacking," continued Benar pleading as a gesture to tell Dhyia that she does not need help.

The soft-hearted Dhyia tried to seduce once more. "Bi, it's okay. Mas Ilker, 'will be home at night, '" said Dhyia who knew the contents of True heart. Dhyia knew that Right now she was beginning to fear hearing her husband's name . "Then we'll both do it. How, Bi?" dhyia asked, getting up from sitting down and hoping that her battle partner would grant her request.

It was unfair to him. If you let True work tirelessly. "Bi, this house is big. The kitchen is also spacious where I might have the heart to let, Aunt do it herself." Walk arranging the dried dishes into the counter table drawer.

"How's this? When he arrived, the young master went home and saw him. I can be fired," cried Right in the heart. Remember Ilker's message when they were not married that Dhyia should not be tired. "Stop, New! Don't keep going. Let it go, Auntie." Correctly pulled the stone plate from Dhyia's hand.

"Bi, nothing, let me just." Hold the plate firmly. Even so, Dhyia was already a mistress in the Carya residence she still remained the same when she first entered the house that had changed her name. Therefore he must be an employer who cares about them. Especially when you are not fit.

"Dhyia was stubborn. He can't be banned if it's his will" True chirped in a troubled heart, turning away from Dhyia who wanted to work.

It seemed, Dhyia was enjoying herself so much that she could help others. It feels like getting a fresh breeze from the Almighty. The kitchen was clean with pleasure. "Finally, clean too!" muttered Dhyia looked at the kitchen room.

"Why are you standing in the kitchen ?" asked Mr. Altan from behind in surprise.

Dhyia's reflex wanted to jump back towards the source of the sound reprimanding her. "I was, surprised." Massage your chest and limp.

"Sorry, yes, I did not intentionally," said Mr. Altan, a grunt who likes to joke and make others angry. "Excuse me," she smiled, so she wouldn't be scolded.

Unlike Ilker who looks relaxed after filing his wife's number. So that he is not disturbed and he can freely go anywhere, as he wishes and nothing can stand in his way.

"So now," muttered Ilker sumringah, leaning his body on the back of the chair and putting the phone down.

"I felt further away from Ilker" thought Yilzid staring straight into the car. He kept remembering as he walked out of Ilker's room. Looks like, she's really happy I'm home," she continued.

A luxury car almost equivalent to Ilker left the parking lot, speeding through the silent streets driven by the new bodyguard. The bodyguard who investigates Yilzid and Ilker's movements.

"It's my job" he said inwardly. Sitting while glancing at the moody Yilzid . "I have to do as I'm told" he stared back straight and drove through the streets filled with riders and motorcycles.

"Miss, where are we going?" ask Burcu.

"It is up to you" replied Yilzid ketus. Silence taking the phone from inside the bag.

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