Marriage is Because of Trust
The news made Yilzid shocked

Dhyia smiled sweetly to see her husband who loved her parents so much, let alone remember her until now. A heart that hurts and hurts as if it had forgotten.

"Him! Sir, excuse me first," said Mr. Altan bamitan carrying a plate.

"Eh, astaghfirullah. I forgot, sir," he said, looking back. Glance back at that beautiful lamp. "I've been curious about that lamp. And want to know why the lights are, like that?" his question in his heart stared at the nanar because his tan mark had been answered all along.

Yilzid and his beloved bodyguard are sent by Gohan Hakan. Enter after parking the car in the garage. Stroll with a handbag bag that he never forgot while traveling carrying it.

Behind Yilzid, the bodyguard followed in his footsteps from the first entry into the house to the present.

"Till there," said Yilzid, rising slightly. Standing on the stairs, his back turned the body guard tilted at the feet of the assistant who wanted to climb the stairs.

Suddenly the bodyguard stopped immediately, surprised to hear Yilzid's unpleasant command sounding in his ears.

"No need to go upstairs. Next to the corner there's a guest room, please rest there." Glanced at the bodyguard who lowered his legs instantly. "I want to be alone." Yilzid immediately returned up the stairs and left the woman who had been following him all day.

"Come, Non!" take Yilzid's housekeeper named Emin.

"Well," he replied firmly, following the housekeeper he had just met.

The house that was almost the same size as the house Ilker became his residence now. Even a neatly arranged sofa and all the equipment in the house almost all branded goods. Burcu was stunned to see the residence he had first met.

"Please! Here's room. If anything is needed, let us know" said Emin, opening the door and turning on the lights. "This was never occupied. If there's an important guest just cleaned this up." Look around the room and open the curtains.

Burcu was amazed by the spacious living room. Looking at the contents of the room is almost the same as a five-star hotel. "I've never seen a room as luxurious as this one," Burcu said inwardly, following Emin on his way. "Well, if this is the bathroom." Enter and pull the curtains of the dressing room.

"What place is this?" tanya Burcu looked at the separate room.

"If, madam is lazy to change clothes inside. Madam can change clothes here!" burcu said to enter the room.

The entire room given specifically by Yilzid was very self-indulgent. Burcu was a little curious about the man who told him to look after Yilzid. "I know his name, but what his face is, I don't know" Burcu said in his heart. Sit while looking up at the ceiling.

"Hows it? Do you know?" ask Emin. Stand up and look at Burcu.

"Already," Burcu answered briefly turning towards Emin who stood up wanting to explain back.

"I can leave now. I want to rest" said Burcu, who was tired of listening to Emin's rant.

"Oh!" Yilzid threw his body on the bed sighing deeply. Lie half-body on the bed and both feet are dropped to the floor. "Mas Ilker has changed," he murmured in despair. Picked up the phone he threw on the bed. Pressing the on button and sliding the screen up looks at the lover's phone contact. "The longer I feel, the more like a stranger." Viewing phone screen.

"Non, has Miss eaten?" emin asked from behind the door while knocking quietly.

As usual from childhood Yilzid was too spoiled by his parents. But, it's only temporary. After the departure of the mother she no longer gets love and a place to indulge. Only the figure of a father is a substitute for the affection of the mother.

"Non, if Miss wears that shirt. Later skin, Non-allergic." Emin opened the closet and took the clothes.

"Bi, I'm a big boy. So, don't worry" said Yilzid. Sitting on the bed with a lazy body.

"Later, when we get there, sir, Non. An angry aunt" said Emin, putting a change of clothes on the bed.

Cring ! Cring ! Cring !

The sound of the cell phone suddenly vibrated startling Yilzid. "Bi, where's my phone?" ask Yilzid to look back at the badcover. "Oh, this." Look at the screen of a dead phone. "Papa," he muttered staring at the trembling cell phone. His entire body immediately went limp. The number of the father she missed so much.

"Pa. Papa's been there long?" ask Yilzid from the phone. Turning around while waving as a gesture told Emin to come out.

"Why, Papa? You miss, Papa?" ask the father who never saw his daughter again.

"Which child does not miss his parents." Sitting on the bed while looking at the nails he was playing with. "Pa, Papa's still a long time, right there?" ask Yilzid.

"No. Papa has a plan tomorrow to return to Indonesia" replied the man feared Yilzid from behind the phone.

Spontaneously he stood up. "Why are you going home tomorrow?" he asked frantically as he walked here and there in a huff to find a way so that he could thwart the intention of the man he had never met after the death of Ajnur Barlian Carya. It was during this time that she disappeared from the life of her daughter who had just been hit by the mother's departure.

For Yilzid he was very lucky at that time. He was lucky to meet Ilker Can Carya in the same job they run. That was the beginning of Yilzid befriended Ilker and until it continued for five years who had become lovers.

"Well, you're not kidding me, are you?" yilzid asked a little surprised. Standing in front of the window with a huff. Somehow at that time he worried about Ilker Can Carya who became the person who loved him the most during the departure of his mother and father.

"Pap, is Papa's job there done?" ask Yilzid who has not wanted the presence of a man who is more entitled to him than Ilker.

"Honey already. Papa's work is long over" Gohan Hakan said from behind a phone still connected to his beloved daughter.

Panic mixed with anxiety Yilzid just hung up the phone. Which makes Mr. Gohan Hakan seem to want to be angry because his daughter has been presumptuous to turn off the unfinished chatter.

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