Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia's first time at the office

Gluey!

Alen immediately gulped as a sign that he had to work hard for the leader. Smiling thinly. "Okay sir, in no time will I find." Moving one leg as a sign of anxiety.

"OK, I won't listen to any more bullshit coming out of you!" Ilker directly leaned back his body and gradually neutralized his face back, as before.

"If only I could get another job. I must have left this place?!" he said in his heart. Get up and stand up. "Sir, then excuse me!" pamit Alen who always likes to glitter.

"Hm!" Ilker mendehem while playing a mobile phone sitting surfing, not the slightest bit of his heart was moved to contact the woman who was already his wife. He seemed engrossed in seeing the news about his rival TV station. The two legs he crossed under the table played with bending. In between her seriously reading, suddenly her hand lightly wanted to touch the phone screen upwards, without her noticing she was looking at a name that made her even more curious. Somehow he was so interested in the name he had just read on his phone screen and found out about the identity.

In the midst of his seriousness, the call came back from behind the phone located on his desk. Ilker immediately flinched and immediately connected the call. "Sir, someone wants to see you" said one of the other people in the room.

"Who?" asked Ilker curiously while keeping watch.

"Mrs Dhyia," she replied directly.

Ilker was immediately startled and woke up from the pleasant backrest. "Would you like that woman here?" Closing the call button is immediate. The name seemed to throw him against the wall.

Sorrow mixed and cold sweat considering Yilzid who recently often came without giving news.

From behind Ilker's phone nobody gave any answers. "Hows it? Did you answer that?" ask Dhyia to the employee.

"Father has closed it, ma'am," the employee replied in a salute.

Gluey!

Dhyia again swallowed the bitter pill hoping for something uncertain. All day he called Ilker with fifty calls. But there is no answer at all. She panicked and invited one of the house guards who had been the personal driver of the father of her husband who had never known her, forced her to urge to see Ilker.

"Then I'll wait there!" dhyia said to the employee.

The employee who already knew the intent of the direction showed the wife of the TV station owner to greet him respectfully. "Good, Mom. Please!" Duck.

"Ngapain, did he come here? I've never told you, never leave the house. Sad !" Jump and go straight out.

Walking fast through all the hallways passed by the employees with a sour face that made the eyes look at him in fear.

"Father, it's getting more day by day, it's getting spooky" said one.

"Yes, you're right" the other one continued.

"I don't know yet. I'm here next month or not" said one of the employees from behind with a pale face. Looking at their leader who was walking without looking at the person beside him. Walking fast with a long foot level makes his steps faster until.

"Where is that woman ?" asked Ilker rudely slipped, approached a girl who met his wife.

"There, sir," he replied pointing cautiously.

"His, are we home?" barlin asked seriously mixed in wonder.

"Yes, Sir. Let's just go home now." Bringing back the bushel containing food, to the VVIP parking lot.

Mr. Barlin was very surprised to see the master who suddenly changed. "Please come in, Him!" Open the car door. Then he ran into the car, sat down and put on his seatbelt.

"Sir, we'd better get out of here quickly" Dhyia asked in a flat tone of voice and a cold face. Sitting down and sighing in disappointment when she had prepared lunch for the husband she loved the most while wanting to make sure her husband was okay. "How many times have I made a mistake" he said in his heart while holding the branch he held firmly.

In addition, Mr. Barlin who drove the car for the first time after the death of his beloved boss carefully. Silence stared and mixed in panic. "Definitely at home, will there be questions?! Who's taking the car? Hix!" he said screaming in his heart while squeezing the steering forcefully.

Ilker, who has searched outside the office so many times, still has not found his wife so she looks like a madman. Walking while watching everyone he met entered the VVIP parking lot with a sneak, like a thief, further added to his anger. "I didn't find it" he said, irritatedly turning around and reuniting the employee who served as receptionist.

"Which woman did you say?" asked Ilker rudely so that made the receptionist employees want to cry because they got a blow from a direct superior.

"There, sir," he said nervously pointing at the chair where people were waiting.

Ilker immediately threw his sour face out of the presence of the female employee and dragged his legs tautly to pick up the car.

The car Dhyia was driving to meet her beloved husband has now entered the garage. "Come, Him!" Mr. Barlin opened the door.

"Thank you, sir," replied Dhyia smiling bitterly, descending while carrying a still-filled rantang. Walking on the grubby entering Carya's residence back that made her life, like in hell.

"His, why did he come home so soon?" true Tanya opened the door after seeing the master walking over from behind the curtain that could see through looking out. Walking follows his former comrades-in-arms at the time working inside Carya's different residence duties. True who works as a household assistant while Dhyia works as a nurse to care for the owner of the house, namely Madam Afsheen.

"Yes, Bi. Suddenly I was not feeling well" replied Dhyia, putting a bushel on the table.

"Tell me, the madam has met the master?" enthusiastic True Tanya wants to know.

Dhyia simply shook her head then turned around and then stood straight in front of True. "Mas, Ilker may be busy again, Bi," he answered listlessly, recalling some of his unanswered calls as well as his message. "Alright, Bi! Don't talk about it anymore. It's already noon. Better take a break, Auntie" he suggested. "Auntie, it's not healthy. I'm tired too, Bi. I need to rest first." Walking away left the assistant, looking up right at her room and the husband.

"That's a pity, Madam," said Benar opening the still intact branch. "Sir, how could you. In fact, Madam was tired of preparing this." Reassemble the rantang and put it near the sink.

" How dare he come here without my permission" Ilker said.

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