Marriage is Because of Trust
At the dining table alone

Dhyia Kharya was silent after hearing what her husband often said to his assistant. She never found or heard her husband tell bi Benar to take care of her. With a spacious heart he was heartened to accept it even though his mind was getting depressed.

However, Dhyia still smiled holding the sadness in her heart. Wake up from his seat. "Thank you, Bi. Now get back to work!" his command twisted his body reflexively towards True as if he had only heard what the assistant had said for the first time. Stand near the washing machine while putting the tie into the washing machine. "Bi, the tie is hand-washed, yes!"

"Good Mistress. Excuse me first," said bi Benar back to work cleaning the kitchen is still a mess. Staring at Dhyia Kharya who looked gloomy from the tail of her eyes while wiping the table.

The dining table is often used by Dhyia Kharya and Ilker Can Carya to quarrel during this time when the two met in the kitchen. On lap True to shiny. "This table must be as shiny as possible so that the Lord praises me" said Right in his heart, recalling his master's recently changed attitude. He suddenly bent his face when he suddenly remembered his master who had been acting cold lately.

The large house and the spacious courtyard looked silent, like it was uninhabited. Dhyia Kharya who turned to stand in the kitchen window saw the page that used to be often passed when with Madame Afsheen at that time.

A line of smile was a bit heavy, engraved on her beautiful face when she was reflected in the laughter of the mistress. Holding the glass he had taken earlier while sipping it. "True, the courtyard looks dirty," said Dhyia Kharya who was remembering her past with a courtyard overgrown with green grass.

"Sir, Altan has not come yet, Madam," said Berna while washing dishes used breakfast dishes that her young master did not eat.

Instantly Dhyia Kharya turned the body. "Why hasn't Pak Altan arrived yet? Is he coming home?" tanyanya while holding a glass. Standing pensively in memory of herself and her husband because of frequent fights so that she and her husband had not known again about his assistant.

"Madam, Mr. Altan said last night, "If he's a little late." Rightly turned his head towards Dhyia who was standing staring at him while sipping a drink. "Maybe the problem isn't over yet, Madam?!" continue Properly save a washcloth and tidy up the sink and put the dish soap place into place.

"Why didn't you ever tell me that, right?" dhyia Kharya asked, sipping her drink back to the end.

"Madam, I dare not interrupt, Madam," said Correct, looking at her mistress with pity. Leave the sink and take the dishes that are still piled and clean from the top of the sink and arrange them in a locked dish rack.

Dhyia Kharya was embarrassed. "True, sorry, yeah. Because lately. I don't care about you anymore" he regretted turning back to look at the tree he missed while holding an empty glass.

"It's okay, Madam! As long as Madam is fine, we are already happy," please Correct politely. Closing the plate rack and wiping the wall until lightning.

"I know, Right. What the hell are you saying that is? It is better for now that I have to focus more on myself first" said Dhyia Kharya, staring at the tree covered with flowers around it.

Rightly who wiped the wall of the dish shelf, looked back at his young mistress with pity and sadness. "Madam, I'm sorry, but" said True who wanted to do other work, put a washcloth into the basket to wash.

Dhyia Kharya turned her body tilted back smiling at True mixed with guilt. During the turmoil that occurred in his household he no longer watched over his domestic assistant. Is there any economic pain or difficulty? All are lost from his memory just like that for the trust he has.

At the dinner table, a tired Dhyia stands re-kidnapping her past with mistress Afsheen. He sat down to calm himself down at the dining table while putting his empty glass next to him.

The day that was almost about to noon made Dhyia look at the refrigerator lazily. He always opened the fridge, he thought. Now no longer even turned around he seemed bored to see the refrigerator, especially when he looked at it. "The fridge, since your departure, is no longer open" he told Ms. Afsheen inwardly, staring at the refrigerator covered in shame.

Amidst the faithful reverie of his distant past already spinning a hundred and eighty degrees made him nervous about himself going forward.

"Madam" cried True running suddenly leaving her job while carrying next to her young master's shoes. Disperse Dhyia's daydreams instantly. "What's up, Bi?" he asked as he looked towards the running Right, like a frightened person.

Dhyia Kharya immediately turned her seat staring at Benar with a fixed mix of panic. "Master why? What's wrong with sir?" tanyanya panicked to see the right that was boring, like being chased by a thief.

"Master is home," answered True flatly mixed imagining the madam and her master quarreling or not.

"Bi," said Dhyia Kharya gently as she regained her calm breath. "If the young master comes home, it doesn't have to be like that. 'I'm so, panicking" she smiled for the first time after the wedding.

"Sorry, Madam. I unintentionally," True subterfuge lowered his head in embarrassment while holding next to his young master's shoe.

"Yes, already! Now Aunt is working again. Let me take care of you" said Dhyia Kharya, rising from her seat.

Dhyia Kharya also walked to the front precisely to the main door, as said by True. Dragging his legs with mixed hearts. For the time being, Dhyia Kharya should welcome her husband as much as possible with a friendly smile even if he gets treatment that he does not want to hear.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas" said Dhyia, opening the door and standing at the door, reaching out to greet her husband.

However, unfortunately Ilker Can Carya did not look at all he still did the same thing since their marriage, which was indifferent and indifferent. Stepping in without looking at his face in the slightest. Walking along with carrying a bag and not answering at all the greetings said by the wife.

It was painful for Dhyia Kharya and throbbing pain in the heart. However, thanks to the patience he had he kept smiling to see it. Although actually the smile was very difficult for her to show even if only on the mute wall where her husband had been leaning and standing while taking the bag that she placed roughly on the bench.

"Mas, why did you come home so soon?" tanya Dhyia Kharya walked briskly following the husband up the stairs. "Mas, is there a problem?" his question gave itself away, chased after the man who was walking fast, opened the room door and closed it.

Jeglek !

The door was also violently slammed. Spontaneous with reflex Ilker twisted the body with an annoyed face. "The problem is you!" he said he immediately attacked pointing at Dhyia Kharya. "Your ways. I'm getting harder to meet, Yilzid!" he shouted loudly. Go in and throw the bag over the bed. "If only you hadn't agreed to the deal. I must have married her?!" he said back that made the wife slumped at the door. "When my mom was alive, what did you tell her, huh? To the extent that he told me to marry you," he cried with deep regret. "You know until now? I never liked you. Let alone seeing your face, cih!" pekik Ilker Can Carya threw his face away from Dhyia Kharya.

Dhyia was struck by lightning. He did not expect that the man was so light-hearted as to say those words that had already attacked him this afternoon. The husband who had been silent and just being cold to her was now blatantly snapping.

"Mas" call Dhyia Kharya. Looked at the back of the man.

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