Marriage is Because of Trust
Bursts against Alen

"Well, Non," said Burcu holding the wheel and continuing on.

Break up Yilzid's hopes. Shut up while pulling the car back. Leaning his tired body to think of his years of love he has built with his lover must end, like this and even until now there is no bright spot.

"We go to the club alone" Yilzid said in frustration.

"Sorry Miss, one of the orders given to me. Can't take you to that place" Burcu replied in surprise. Keep driving on the half-silent road.

Yilzid immediately nodded. "Then, what else did Papa tell you?" snapped it.

Yilzid this time was so crushed that the love he had long maintained would eventually be destroyed.

She kept moaning and shedding tears in her heart . Exhaling while wiping away the tears that suddenly fell silently.

"We'll just go home!" invite Yilzid who has begun to calm down a bit, holding a sad heart. Staring straight out of the car with a blank look. This time he was completely knocked down and lost before the battle. A beautiful dream to build a household with a much loved one should run aground.

"Miss, if Miss wants, go around first, just say, Non," said Burcu who understood about his master's son. Glancing at Yilzid sitting beside him, followed by two hands that were still busy driving forward.

After being happy to file his wife's number, Ilker sat up straight again.

"Alen, come to the room now!" pinta Ilker from behind the phone, turned the bench.

The call was heard by Alen. Alen who had seen information about an interesting and talented model had to stop. "You want anything else!" alen's grumbling was upset that his search had to come to a halt.

"You've already become the best employee, Mr. Ilker, hahaha!" Cesar laughed at the look on Alen's face which suddenly tightened. Smiling faint as if mingle and m back to look at the laptop screen and throw away the face of Alen who came out to open the door.

"Oh!" Alen immediately replied to Cesar's sneer pursing both lips. Closing the door a little hard made Cesar surprised.

"Alen, how? We're going to start now" said one of his teammates who passed by.

Alen who walked in a hurry to get to Ilker was forced to stop and turn his head towards his friend who stopped his steps. "Can't it be delayed?" tanya Alen raised a glare in the eyes.

"Alen, that was the agenda two months ago. Where we might delay it is a big project for this company," said the employee firmly. Seeing Alen's carelessness for the second time.

"I know. I'll work on it. Alen immediately left immediately remembering about his leader. "Later to negotiate again. I have to go to the President's room first" he shouted back to his friend and ran. "Bay," he said left his teammate alone.

"Alen, why did he have to repeat it again?" regret the employee who became his teammate. Leaving where they met.

Alen who was already at the door of his superior. Adjusting your breath, to look calm and not panic when you meet and meet face to face with Ilker. Slowly he swung his hand holding the door knof trembling. Ilker who was waiting for Alen reread the developments about the company he handled.

"Good day, sir," said Alen, standing to open the door. Stepping in with both feet trembling. Instantly his face blushed instantly ashen with his right hand squeezing the fingers perpendicular to the side. "Mr, call me?" alen asked a little carefully.

Pale and holding a pounding heartbeat due to getting a call from the leader who began to be a little arrogant.

"What's the continuation of your mission?" asked Ilker with a sharp look and a firm face after he read the report that the work Alen and his friends handled was abandoned. "Is there a way out?" ask Ilker continues who did not give Alen to explain. "It was two months ago" Ilker said with the aim that Alen could guide the model better. But because he idolized Yilzid too much. He was also caught up in his own problems.

"For a long time he's been, like a creepy mafia," Alen grumbled inwardly. "Sir, sorry. Please give me a chance to ask permission to invite Yilzid," he said after hearing the demands of his teammate.

"Can't!" reject Ilker immediately angry. "I told you. Yilzid can't cooperate with this TV station!" it makes the employee afraid.

Alen instantly flung and dragged the chair slowly in a way quietly retreating backwards. "Yes, Sir!" He closed both eyes and was frightened. Breathe out slowly while stroking the chest. "Almost!" His inner.

"Out there, aren't there any more models?" asked Ilker to look at Alen. "Yilzid is not a worker for me. Let alone having to work here under your rules." Pointing the table with great emphasis. Alen was silent.

Ilker who absolutely does not want if all the media know about the rumors of their relationship until now is still running so that makes him angry.Terfor Ilker himself he was actually very worried when Yilzid came to his office.

"Sir, I understand," replied Alen immediately looking for safety from Ilker's attack that might throw him all the way to his house. "Why should one be chosen for this me? Why not the others? I could hang on to this guy for a long time. Ever since he got married, he's been getting violent" cried Alen pleading for help in his heart. Sitting in front of the chair of the president who had been away about twenty centimeters.

Dhyia who has been a helper today for the Unhealthy True. Putting together her own food that didn't come, she ate.

"Have you been full, huh?" ask Altan. Stand behind Dhyia.

"Pak Altan," said Dhyia in surprise. Look back while holding a plate and bowl of side dishes and vegetables. "Yes, Sir. The food is too much. So, the rest I'll keep." Dhyia walked over half-heartedly wanting to save or give it to Pak Altan.

"But why does it look, like it's still intact?" ask Altan in the heart. Look at the side dish in Dhyia's hand. Holding back his taste buds until he had to swallow.

"So this was cooked by Bi Benar." Dhyia directly took the plate from inside the drawer. "If you want, just eat this one. I haven't touched it." Hand it over to Mr. Altan.

"Thank you, Nya," said Mr. Altan took it and immediately pinned the pest spray in his pocket. The shabby-looking half-knee shorts were seen by Dhyia. "One more time thank you, My." Take it first for fear that it will be caught first from True. Running to sit in a place that he often sits, namely the Carya family park which is a place to calm down and relax.

Instead Ilker and Alen still look serious. That advanced and successful company is now getting into trouble. "The event on this broadcast is waiting for time. Now you have to get a model according to the criteria. I don't want to hear failure" Ilker said firmly.

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