Marriage is Because of Trust
Bad prejudice against Dhiya Kharya

Dhyia also told me back. "I never said anything to your mother, Mas" said Dhiya Kharya. "Mother betrothed us," he said back down. Standing mourning the fate.

The 25-year-old strongwoman Dhiya Kharya keeps telling the truth between her and the late mistress Afsheen. "Mas, I didn't know that you were planning to betroth us both" she said, shackling her soul. "But, why did Mas come to give me a wedding offer? If Mas disagrees..., why did Mas put it first?" he asked with a voice mixed with hoarseness and tears. "Why Mas?" tanyanya stood back to look at the back of the man who refused to turn back to look at him even if only for a moment. "Mas should have rejected it and told the truth to 'me, huhuhu!" Dhyia kept crying sobbing.

"Allah! Don't talk too much!" snarled Ilker from the front who felt confused and stuck with the question of the wife. I know you're happy?" his pretext asked, pulling the circular tie on the ape of his clothes violently. "That's just your excuse because I know you want to live in this big house! Aye, right?" his question floated a skewed accusation, turning his body staring at his wife in pias.

"Astaghfirullah, Mas" said Dhiya Kharya with a hoarse voice and a sore throat as she broke into tears. "I never wanted your treasure, Mas" she answered with teary eyes, regretting her husband's words. "Mas, I'm sincerely married to you. Not because of anything else. Especially, as you accuse." His wife was crying more and more looking at her surly husband.

From under the voice of contention they were heard back by Right. Right who was composing and tidying up the vase of flowers stared upstairs right at the room of his mistress and young master.

"Rubber, Mas. Madame Afsheen persuaded me to marry you," said Dhiya increasingly bitterly. Actually from the bottom of his heart at that moment. In fact, he wanted to eliminate his love for Ilker Can Carya. "Mother, beg, Mas. So I'd marry you." Dhiya Kharya looked at the husband who turned his back and stood with his hands in his pants pocket.

"That's just your excuse. So I sympathize with you, don't I?" reply the husband, lowering both eyeballs slightly glanced to the side where the wife still seemed to stand behind him as if he was still reluctant to want to look back at Dhiya Kharya. "If you want to stay here. Just say. I'll let you stay here. There's no need for you to marry me" she continued lightly.

From above the noise of the commotion that occurred in their room continued to echo filled the ceiling of the room until it reached the bottom floor. "Pity Madam. He was always being blamed constantly," murmured Right, staring upstairs. Walk leaving a flower vase that has been arranged neatly.

The quarrels that occur between the two of them every day fill the room of the luxury house that makes the ears of True and Pak Altan sicker even more the sound is increasingly heard up to the kitchen that makes pak Altan's heart sometimes wants to be dislodged.

"As usual they always make a fuss?!" said Mr. Altan who walked out and brought the glass while looking towards the source of the sound.

"Mas, why the hell did you never believe me?" dhiya asked with a cry that was not yet over. "Originally Tau. I also never wanted this to happen," he continued, looking down at the floor with crystal grains falling down on the floor. "If only I thought this was the end, Mom. As powerful as ever Auntie used to force me. I will never want to" she said in tears, staring at the back of her husband who had not yet seen her.

Ilker Can Carya the 37-year-old continued to stand straight and cover up his love when he heard the heavy hoarse voice coming out with tears. "You're very good at looking for sympathy" he said, with both hands he still put in his pants pocket, staring at the pus out the window while listening to the grievances of a woman he had married, although actually his little heart refused to believe the woman's words. However, he put a little pity on the things that have happened.

"Women like you are just masks. Pretending to be nice in front of a good person with you," Ilker denied scathingly and immediately broke back his wife's feelings. "If you want. I can find you a richer man, but it's not me" said Ilker, staring at his tear-breathing wife.

Sobs of sadness from the woman was heard bitterly to make her heart throb pain when it sounded in her ears so that it makes her return to pity. If you look back, actually Ilker Can Carya is a good peria. However, because his blind love for the lover makes him forget to respond to the situation and make him an abusive man. For the sake of self-esteem he opposed the speck of light implied in his heart.

"Every time I come to this house. You always cry. Over time, you're adding to my growing problem!" lamented Ilker Can Carya while massaging her forehead firmly. "Today is your reason. Tomorrow, let alone your reason." Take off the tie violently and throw it on the floor. "I'm sick of seeing you" he snapped, leaving his wife and entering the bathroom.

Braugh!

The deg!

Dhiya Kharya was shocked when he heard the door that was violently slammed. His body, which was tired from crying, now even heard the bathroom door that made his heart want to stop pumping blood. He turned his head towards the door which made him want to fall to the floor. Suddenly he was so astonished at the change in attitude of the man he used to know and never did such a rough thing when it was not yet tied to marriage. This even made him astonished at the change in attitude that was getting rougher day by day.

"Mas, if only you knew. I'm actually not who you accuse me of and I love you so much" Dhiya said inwardly as she wiped tears with her hands. Turn your body closer to the bed.

"Dhiya!" shouted Ilker from inside the bathroom.

"What's the lights off?" asked Ilker from the bathroom. Closing both eyes held the pain due to the dripping shampoo water.

"No, Mas," he replied slowly and carefully.

"Then why is the shower dead?" his question was astonished with annoyance. Squint both eyes while shaking the shower stalk.

"Mas, I don't know. 'Kan, Mas is bathing inside," replied Dhiya from behind the door.

"Aaagh, cih! Shit!" her husband yelled irritatedly at the towel hanging on the wall. " Nothing is fun today!" he said again in annoyance, washing his face with the shower water that began to drip.

Dhiya who was still standing in front of the bathroom door suddenly panicked because she did not hear the man's voice from behind the door. "Mas, is the water alive?" tanyanya's worried.

"Oh, go there! Don't mention my name!" ilker jolts from inside the bathroom, driving his wife away.

Once again Dhiya grieved with a body that floated while walking. He silently stared at the pus like an undead. Marriage is increasingly torturous so that it makes it no longer able. "Do I have to end this marriage?" the question in the heart looks towards the hanging face. "I feel like I'm no longer strong enough to live with the person who always blames and accuses me that is not every day," she said, sitting on the bed staring at her husband's tie on the floor. Bending body take tie.

Jeglex!

The bathroom door was wide open. Ilker who was screaming earlier, like a person who had a fire beard walked over and immediately opened the closet.

"Mas, where are you going?" asked Dhiya who was a little suspicious looking at her husband.

Spontaneous Ilker Can Carya flashed a stern look with a sour face full of hatred . "You don't have to take care of me. Just take care of yourself." He opened the closet. "From a long time ago until now we have agreed not to take care of each other," he said, taking his favorite clothes that come from the gift of the idol as a birthday gift for himself he gladly took and closed the closet door. Walk into the dressing room with a towel covering half his body.

"Mas, I'm your wife. So, I should have, I know if Mas, where are you going?" tanya Dhiya followed in the footsteps of the man with both eyes puffy.

Ilker then stopped his steps for a moment. "You don't have to take care of me" he repeated, closing the door to the changing room violently.

In the locker room he still imagined the face of his wife who was crying. Somehow accidentally the face was shadowed in front of him before he entered he turned his body first staring at his wife. A sense of sadness and heartlessness suddenly grew in his heart.

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