Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia's admiration for her husband
He continued walking away from the kitchen holding back his thirst and returned to the living room. Insist on holding the taste to drink lemon tea made by Pak Altan.
"He is, indeed" murmured Dhyia in the chest. Look at the cup that's lying on the table and pick it up.
"Why is he in the kitchen? But why don't I see it coming down?" Ilker thought curiously looking at the stairs he passed. He understood and immediately nodded.
Sitting back to the sofa in front of him has sat a laptop on the table. "I should be able to find this guy," he murmured again looking for the latest news.
He was very worried about the TV station he was holding because it was a station founded by his father from scratch. At that time it was a great struggle of his father and the sacrifice of Afsheen's mother who had ups and downs to fight for it to drown out all fear of things that would be a hindrance to the safety of the child. This is what makes an Ilker Can Carya enthusiastic and eager to dig it.
"I'm no stranger to this guy's face. It seemed, I've seen it," he murmured thinking and kept on recalling it. His fingers were getting agile typing seeing information tirelessly and mixed in panic that racked the brain to think hard. Finally, his fingers came to a halt in one of the names and frowned the first time after overcoming it. He doesn't seem to believe. His mind went straight to Yilzid's house, a picture hanging on the stairs.
His heart immediately went limp. His face instantly pale, a stocky body instantly felt trembling between believing and not. He immediately gulped down the annoyance mixed hysterically. The woman he loved with all her soul turned out to be the son of a mobster who had taken his father's life and made him a child who lost the figure of a father when he was educated in college. At the end of his father's life he was eager to meet Ilker. The son he cares about so much and he is proud to be the successor to the TV station he founded. This is what makes an Ilker disappointed because at all he could not see the body of the father at that time.
"Is this wrong?!" his murmur retraced the news he had read.
Sadness mixed with laughter was seen on his lethargic face. Laughing with a sad heart mixed with pleasure if all the assumptions are wrong. Close the laptop with a heart that believes everything it sees is fake news.
The tray containing the food had now been clean and had been prepared. Dhyia remembered about her husband. He turned his body looking back. The cup was on the table and he took it.
"Mas," call him to put down a glass filled with drinking water. "I brought you this, Mommy." Look at the angry husband. "Mas, if you're hungry, let me make you some food, Mas. How's it?" Take the heart of the husband.
"Go!" Ilker waved his hand while staring at the laptop. It was so heavy for him to keep his eyes away from the lit laptop screen.
"Well, Mas," said Dhyia, bending her beautiful and gentle face twisting her body and glancing at the glass located on the table.
Ilker paid no heed to his wife who was gone. Suddenly he turned to look to the right at the glass filled with white water with a cold and indifferent gaze.
Followed by the right hand take a cell phone and call the lover who loved him very much. "Good afternoon, baby!" greet Ilker from behind a phone that has been connected to Yilzid.
"Darling, I'm home again. This bodyguard makes me stifled." To confess the actions of the bodyguard against him. "I was always guarded. Honey, please save me. I fear. I won't be able to see you again." Glanced at the female bodyguard sitting on the sofa right inside the room. "She's been watching me all the time" said Yilzid silently as he tilted his body covered with books as if he looked, as if reading. The phone is still attached to the ear to listen to the voice of the lover.
The husband who became her hope to give her happiness even fun to make out with the woman of her past openly in the house.
"I'll call again. If you could. Now I'm coming, muach." Closing his phone while glancing at the woman he married from the shadow of the wall made of glass.
"I should be able to confirm that person," Ilker said inwardly as he looked at the eavesdropping Dhyia.
Waking up and leaving the dead laptop and looking at the glass filled with water on the table he left indifferently with no concern for the woman who had become his legal wife crying in the corner of the door which connects to the kitchen.
"Why are you standing there?" ask Mr. Altan to deliver dirty dishes.
Shocked and nervous Dhyia instantly wiped away the tears. " I'm seeing that lamp again, sir." Pointing to expensive decorative lights by smiling and storing deep wounds.
"Ooh!" sahut pak Altan saw the lights. "The lamp was a gift lamp from Mr. Ilker to Madame Afsheen and lord of Ajnur," he said recalling the memories contained in the lamp.
"What gift?" dhyia asked curiously and forgot her heart ached.
"Then, New. Madam likes to see the lighted dolls. He's very happy to see it." Mr. Altan imagined the incident that happened before him when the master first went to walk with him. "At that time Madam did not want to quickly go home, until Mister and I waited until the seller wanted to close, hihihi!" Telling him the funniest thing while giggling.
"Then... .?" ask Dhyia again inquisitively.
"Mrs wants to buy the doll. But the master forbade it and then the news reached Mr. Ilker's ears, that's where Mr. Ilker made the lamp." Look at the plate that is still in his hand.
Dhyia was immediately moved and amazed to see her husband who was so kind and affectionate to both parents. Therefore madam Afsheen gave a great responsibility on her shoulders to look after a poor girl, namely, Dhyia Kharya.
"One song. Every birthday of his parents. You always look at that lamp." Looking at the lights that lit up with a picture of a man and a woman.
"Taun Ilker, don't want to take it off, Nya. Especially until someone touches it. He's going to be furious?!" Looking at the colored lights, like a rainbow with women standing and men crouching.
Seriate...