Marriage is Because of Trust
Wounds that remind the past

Mr. Altan immediately twisted his body after meeting his master. He immediately picked up the hanging and nervous glass."What do you drink, huh?" tanyanya looked around looking for True.

Ilker who sat in the living room on a sofa reserved only for distinguished guests seemed to be massaging his head. Put the car keys on the table. "The matter of marriage is getting more complicated," he lamented in his heart to remember the times when he said the ijab qobul and told his wife that he was willing to marry her.

"This master is the tea" said Altan who is good at making lemon tea for the master. Put it on the table slowly right in front of the company leader. Seeing the two feet of the master go up to the table. He was immediately surprised to see the attitude of the employer was much different. Once upon a time, Altan saw that change. He seemed to not believe that it was not his young master that he had ever known.

"Thank you," replied Ilker who always appreciated his workers, especially Pak Altan who became his place to joke after his father was gone.

For Ilker, Pak Altan has, like his own father, always noticed and asked about the health and family of the gardener. However, that changed after the marriage was said to be legal by the penghulu.

"Together, sir," replied Mr. Altan.

"Don't call, sir!" tangent Ilker felt guilty for her actions of sipping a cup of cold lemon tea.

"Yes, Son. Then excuse me!" Mr. Altan bowed his body in respect.

"And another one remains, as before," hoped Ilker immediately pak Altan's steps stopped and felt overwhelmed. Apparently, the child who from childhood he considers, like his own son still has a conscience and still loves him.

"Yes, you know," replied Mr. Altan turning his oblique body looking at Ilker who had his face buried in the mouth of a cup.

Ilker's days are like hell while Dhyia is like being locked up in a prison at home and not being allowed to do anything without the permission of the owner of the TV station even to buy her needs out she can't. He could no longer give himself hope of happiness anymore.

Dhyia was still struck by the attitude of her husband who never thought of her deciding something for herself. Dragging her legs, sitting on a stool and looking at the ring Ilker had placed on her ring finger at the wedding.

"This ring!" he said holding it and twirling it. "There's no point in my ring finger." Pull it apart. Open the drawer and take the ring box and then put the ring back in the box. "It's been almost two years that he's been coiling in this closet. Now might be the time to be here." Close the drawer tightly.

Looking at the tray that is still located and staring at the contents while floating his memory to the past. A faint smile looked at her who had not changed. Everything remains the same, alone and without anything. That is the self of Dhyia Kharya who married the owner of a famous TV station.

Ting!

A message came in. Ilker who again enjoys his favorite lemon tea drink, made by Pak Altan. Spontan was surprised to see the screen of the phone that reads water that a little more want to be drunk immediately stopped. Take the phone and put the glass.

📱"There is no bad news. The xxc company has attracted all talented models to work with them" Alen said.

Ilker was immediately shocked to turn his back. The two feet that had been located on the reflex table went down directly to the floor. "This is impossible. There's a company that wants to play around with 'me, '" he said wondering inwardly. "Opens a laptop and searches for information about the name of the company he is reading. Spontaneous face of arrogance the leader immediately stained his head down.

"Astaghfirullah," said Dhyia in surprise, seeing her legs tripped by the legs of the dresser. "Augh! It hurts so much," he whined. Taking tissue . "The injury, too," he said, saw a slightly torn leg. The blood flowing with tissue. "But fortunately, the blood is a little. If not... ." Shown about the past. Where when he was injured, Ilker was very panicked when only a small wound. It was just a wound with a scratch on a wooden branch, he thought smiling.

Bending the body takes the prayer mat. "Has Mas Ilker gone to that woman's place?" ask her inside grieving folding prayer mats.

On the contrary, in the lower room. Ilker was still searching about the news that made his life riled up.

Ck! Ck! Ck!

Looking for information on the name of the company he is reading. "This guy?" asked Ilker surprised. "It seems I've seen it." Keep remembering. "His face is no stranger to me" he murmured inwardly. Staring straight ahead.

Dhyia, who doesn't know her husband, goes out of her way and occasionally looks at the phone and slides the slide, looking for the name of the husband she loves in her heart. "I'm calling, don't you?" He thought, looking at the name on the contact. "Aagh!" Put the phone on the table. Take a tray and come out down the luxurious and classic rungs.

Slowly he stepped. I don't know why if she felt her husband was home. "That's impossible" he mumbled at the thought. He came down casually, carrying a tray filled with food last night. It was shocking to see her who had started to fumble. Get down from the stairs located on the left which directly penetrates towards the kitchen.

"Bi," call Dhyia looking at every corner of the room. Put the tray on top of the sink and then throw the contents into the litter box located outside the kitchen yard.

Ilker who was seriously reading the biography of the person who had been toying with him, shouted calling Mr. Altan. "Allan!" His loud voice was heard breaking the entire room of the house.

The deg!

Dhyia was immediately startled and stopped her hand that was washing the dishes. "That's not a sound, Mas Ilker?" tanyanya.

"Sir Altan!" shouted Ilker woke up from his sitting annoyed while carrying a cup of lemon tea leftover. Walking with his long legs.

Spontaneous Dhyia twisting body. "Yes, Mas" he said with a happy heart, standing straight facing Ilker and seeing him. Ilker, who was upset with his wife, immediately threw away his face and put down the cup, then undo his intention to ask for lemon tea again.

"Mas, what do you want to do?" Seeing her husband carrying a cup with a suave face even though he already knew the answer when he saw her husband's attitude that often made him hit.

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Seriate...