Marriage is Because of Trust
The news surprised Ilker

"Dhya!" yelled Ilker slamming the door. Walk fast up the stairs.

True who again casually straightened his waist carried by the delusion of the past when he had once made Pak Altan surprised to the tune. Hihah! His laughter remembered that. Suddenly it stopped.

"Dhya!" shouted Ilker again loudly mixed with annoyance because he did not hear the advice of the wife who had dared to break the agreement after marriage. Stand up and open the door. "Dhy... ." Suddenly he immediately fell silent when he saw the wife was so solemn with her prayers. The echoing voice filled the room screaming instantly disappeared.

"Loh! Father, what's quiet?" ask the right wonder. Always curious. Run to open the door to her room. "Master why else? Why is he calling, madam, like that?" Properly walking peeking towards the stairs.

"Dhyia, what business are you doing coming to the office?" asked Ilker directly before the wife could open the door.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Calm down first ! Why are you yelling, 'shame on you, I heard Right and the others." Stand up to see her husband. "I just want to know that you are" replied Dhyia slowly.

"Alah, don't need a lot of your reasons," denied Ilker brushed off the air. "You are now getting brave" he said, recalling the incident he had seen on the stairs with Mr. Altan. "You came to the office on purpose. So that I'm invaded by the media" he snapped.

"Astaghfirullah's. Again, I don't mean that, Mom. Why are your thoughts so bad about me? Do you know? How do I feel when my phone is not picked up? I'm worried, I'm worried about thinking of you outside, Mas," said Dhyia. Squeezing mukena firmly is like if, like that his heart is broken. Hanging back tears.

"I don't need your attention. If you want to pay attention, just pay attention to yourself, "the flick turns around while loosening the tie. "Today you've made a big mistake. You have dared to leave the house without my permission. Do you know the duties of a wife?" asked Ilker further cornered Dhyia.

Dhyia just kept quiet regretting her actions. He has stepped foot out of the house. To a wife, her husband's words are worship," murmured Dhyia felt guilty, looking down at the prayer rug that was still unfolding. Moreover, I have dared to come, Mas Ilker to the office," he continued to blame himself even more softly.

"Listen Dhyia. As long as we're married you've never done this shit. But I've seen lately that you've been daring to defy!" screeched Ilker with overflowing anger.

"Mas, I'm sorry, I'm not." Turning straight looking at the husband's back.

On the lower floor True who was curious after hearing the voice of her young master, stood up in dismay. "I'm afraid that you might do something bad to me, Madam," True muttered twisting while squeezing the two fingers with a bent face.

"Every time your weapon is just an apology. The more I forgive you. You're getting bigger and bigger, "attack Ilker, throw his suit on the bed. "You know? What will happen if you remain stubborn? Standing staring at the pus out the window.

The words that Ilker spoke hurt a Dhyia. How could the husband she loved so dearly in heart sincerely now even lightly accuse her.

Not to mention Ilker's chaotic thoughts due to remembering too often about Dhyia. It even made him more depressed so quickly he easily scolded the wife who had accompanied him for almost two years.

"Every time I get into this room, I get more and more unsettled" Ilker quipped his wife and took the car keys.

"Mas, where are you going?" ask Dhyia who tried to hinder the husband.

"So get out of here!" ilker snapped with a reddened face, like a fire without turning his head towards the wife.

"Mas, you don't go! I'm afraid you're out there why?" persuaded Dhyia to dare to hold the arm of her burly husband.

"Agh! Athaghfirullah, Ma. Are you that rude now?" dhyia asked in surprise, turning her head, holding her breath patiently.

"Mas, is that all your hatred for me? To the extent that you want to make me hit the wall" he continued. Stand with clothes that still cover the entire body and face that still covers his head.

As holy as any rope that has bound them both and is halal. It can't make their marriage look sweet. The twists and turns still continue to approach the marriage that is still as long as the corn. Disputes and misunderstandings keep coming. Every problem is always considered big by the husband who deliberately wants to let go of the wife.

A woman who has received a qobul ijab from a man and anchors his hopes, if the man married to her will be able to gradually accept it.

"Mas. I just want to do my job as a wife," said the wife in a hoarse voice who never gave up learning to make the man who had become his companion melt.He continues to make himself better in the eyes of the husband.

However, unfortunately it has not been able to make it strong because until now the relationship is not, like the relationship of husband and wife as it should be. In addition, Ilker who never wanted to look at Dhyia and always told his wife to wear closed clothes. Therefore Dhyia always wears clothes that cover her whole body from men.

"Mas, I won't give up any amount of hate on you against me" Dhyia said inwardly. Crying exposes his sadness staring down. The crystal fell to the floor.

"I'm the fool who wants to marry you even though my mother is gone" said Ilker, coming out of the room, down the stairs that will be the talk of all the media when they cover the residence of a descendant of Carya.

The deg!

Dhyia was getting worse, her heart was getting sadder, the gazes of both eyeballs instantly floated looking at the face of her husband who said he regretted marrying her.

"I'm sorry about my life" said a wife who thought from the beginning it would be fine.

"Allan!" ilker shouted increasingly loudly staring at the entire room of the house. Sit down and drop her body on the soft sofa and raise her legs to the table.

"Yes, Sir. What's up?" tanya Altan looked down fearfully standing next to the sofa and left behind the grass she had scissors on. Mr. Altan was very panicked when he heard the voice of his employer. All the things he held directly he dumped out of nowhere.

The marriage that occurred because of running a trust increasingly tormenting him until there are no more signs of life in the household that has been running for almost two years.

"Where have you been? Why are you coming now?" his young master asked. "Hurry up and get me a drink!" he snapped with a high rise looking straight. Grip the sofa armrest firmly.

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