Marriage is Because of Trust
The Dhyia Kharya Panic

Dhyia who had just finished dressing up instantly panicked and trembled after hearing a loud voice from below calling out to her. "That must be Mas Ilker," he said rushing around, leaving the mirror.

"Dhya!" his cry grew louder and angrier looking straight up the stairs because the wife called had not yet come down.

"Yes, Mum." Dhyia ran hurriedly down the stairs.

"Are you deaf?" snarled Ilker, looking at his wife with both eyes reddened and a burst of fierce anger. "It's all because of you! My relationship with Yilzid is getting complicated. You tau? He just cried in front of me. Do you know the cause?" Take a serious look at the woman he married legitimately.

Dhyia fell silent and trembled at the voice of her rising husband who was staring at her very sharply and face flushed red, like fire. Silence and shaking stood in front of the husband while squeezing the two fingers crossed in front of him, that was the answer he could give.

"That's all because of this wedding!" pekik Ilker gripped both of his wife's shoulders firmly. "You can see, right, what is this marriage like, huh?" tanyanya, whistling. "If only I hadn't been stupid at that time. My life won't be, like this. This is all your fault! You have dared to enter this house and take my life. And also had dared to separate me from the woman who loved me so much and had been with me for so many years. Are you satisfied now? Satisfied?" his screams again filled the skies of the house and astonished the assistants.

Dhyia could not say anything. Her tears were touching the floor. The attack that hit him today made him even more stunned and tried his best to keep him firmly holding the grip of the husband who gripped his shoulder firmly.

" Ma-mas, I'm sorry," Dhyia's teardrop. The sobs of his tears were increasingly broken heard slicing hearts in front of the husband's face. "I know Mas is wrong me," he said in a soft voice, looking down at the floor while holding the grip of the husband getting stronger. "I won't force you, Mom," he continued to surrender with all of his body and soul in a tone of voice and tears that increasingly drenched his cheeks.

Seeing the cry of the woman standing before him she instantly released her grip. Sighs and immediately turns his back on his wife . A little regret was implied in his heart for his actions to the wife.

"Mas, if I'm not your match. I'll be ready to let you go." Staring at the back of the husband who has a wide field with both eyeballs glazed. "This marriage happened out of will, Auntie. So, no one can be hurt between us" he said willingly, deeply slicing the heart of the man who married him.

The sacred promise has now become a great bondage to a Dhyia Kharya. She kept her guard up all day from the ever-changing emotions of her husband. It is very gripping for a girl, like her. Marrying without love and living in a cage.

"Mas, I love you so much. Your happiness is more important than my happiness. If this is the way we should separate. I'm ready, Mas. I'm sincere to release you," he groaned inwardly holding back the relentlessly slashing chastisement.

Standing staring at the back of the husband who is still reluctant to turn to see his reddened and swollen face. The deep wounds from the sacred bond that ensnared him were too deep, like this.

"Mas, by Allah I never intended to take you away from the woman you love the most" he said in a hoarse voice mixed with a mouthful.

Ilker remained silent and not one bit did he change his mind, looking at the woman. He kept his back and listened to all the talk from his wife.

"Mas, if you decide to divorce me. I'm ready Mas," said Dhyia, looking down further breaking her heart and squeezing the end of the shirt she was wearing firmly. Holding back vibrating lips to blow away the pent-up sobs.

Ilker Can Carya was shocked to hear the words of the woman he had once given attention. For some reason his heart suddenly fell and sighed when the woman said that. Resisting the anger while clenching his hands firmly and biting both his molars.

"Again, I've always been accused of being nothing from you, Mas. For the breakdown of your relationship with Yilzid." Down with resignation. "Now not anymore. I don't want to listen to the accusations anymore" she said in a bitter voice, looking at the end of her husband's shoes. "And I will forget the request of Madame Afsheen that is often heard in both ears" he said softly in his heart.

From the front door of the ironing room. "True, if they split up it's too bad. Though, Mr and Madam are a compatible couple," whispered Pak Altan in Right ear. Look behind the wall.

"St! You can't talk about that. Gusti God doesn't like to hear his name about divorce." Hit Pak Altan's chest with his elbow.

It was right to look at Dhyia closely. "For a woman. Who's made, like that." Staring at Dhyia's stiff back. "To weigh and find the truth of the talk, the gardener who had always been his friend quarreled and did not even agree.

Regardless of the assessment of the assistant. Ilker better understands Dhyia after they get married and live together.

"Are you sure?" asked Ilker to turn his back on the wife who had taken care of and looked after him. "You're not sorry about your decision?" tanyanya back.

"I want the best, Mas among us," replied Dhyia briefly which made Ilker want to grab the woman standing right behind him back.

"alright. If that's your request. I will grant it," Ilker challenged to threaten the woman who had entered the recesses of his heart. Upsetly mixed with Ilker left Dhyia who had given a decision that made her very sad and miserable again.

"Yes, God if, indeed, this could make my husband happy I would sincerely take it off," dhyia moans in the heart while wiping her tears that continue to flow and then drops herself lying on the floor holding the pain alone.

His sobs continued to be heard by the ears of the married man as he climbed the stairs. Suddenly he felt pity and could not bear to hear that miserable hiccup. However, for the sake of his ego and prestige he fought that feeling strongly.

In the kitchen room Benar and Pak Altan are very sad. They are not willing to let their employers separate.

"I like the two of them," said True glazed over the glass while daydreaming. "They are a good and patient couple." Put the glass on the hanger.

"Let's go, me too. Mr. Ilker is actually a good man." Remembering his employer's childhood.

Ilker was still confused. He felt it was hard to let go of Dhyia. "Agh!" he punched the mirror.

Baugh's!

Spontaneous blood dripped. The glass shards that entered his hand no longer ignored him. He was just crying with the sobs of the woman he married.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Punching back the tolet so that it imprint. Staring at her tight face in the mirror seemed to regret her wrong life.

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