Marriage is Because of Trust
Alen and Cecar

Alen has prepared and compiled a file for prospective models to be selected by him and Cecar. "Which other models will we recruit? That guy has closed it all down. There's nothing more we can do." Setting up the file on the table perpendicular while staring at Cecar who was still thinking of finding a way out.

"Why should you give up at one point? Definitely not all the models they sabotaged for some of those television stations?!" the word lick, holding the mouse, was followed by the two eyeballs looking towards Alen who opened the drawer.

"I hope so too. But, if today fails, where will we find another model? Today our team has, k.o." Furrowing lips resigned and took out a small bag.

"Maybe it's time for us to work hard." Staring at Cecar. Cecar but, we should never give up. All Trouble must have a way out?! As long as I'm here I'll always be there for you" Alen said.

"But, look up to now! I've never been in trouble" Cecar continued, breathing roughly into the air. "Origin, there will be faith, we can finish it. Problems are gone?! Aye, right?" Staring at some slabs of paper with a softness held by Alen.

"Choose Cecar! Holding the door knof and stepping out, followed by Cecar from behind. "I don't believe in myself." Door closing. "Because all this time. If I have a problem I always look for a new place," he replied glancing at the feline who was walking beside him.

"Hi, Alen you guys are leaving, yeah! The spirit, yes!" said one of the male employees who made Cecar slightly changed to see his words and tried to urge Alen, to walk quickly.

"We don't have much more Alen." Open the main door of the office room and enter the parking lot.

"Yes, we have to get there before that time, like last night" said Alen, looking at the slightly messy file in his hand. Standing in front of the car door that has not been opened. "Overnight we may be too long." Staring at Cecar who was opposite the door of the car they were riding in, opened it and entered.

Baugh's!

Alen dropped his body on the bench. It felt like he was releasing all his burden. "Either why? I can in this part," he muttered asking himself regretfully.

Cecar who entered the car keys immediately turned to Alen who was suddenly frustrated. "Because only you can" he continued to advance the car. "If others could, where might it not be loved to them." Looked straight at the path he was going through. "For example, like me. Because I'm not good at it. That's why it wasn't given to me." Drove the car carefully from the motorists who tuck.

"If you want to be sure you can learn?!" refute Alen was upset to hear the reason his roommate. "But you don't want to, dear" he regretted, to look straight at the people who were milling on the highway. Sometimes I see a dead phone.

"You can just reject it, if you don't want to," suggested a fuss lightly. staring at the road with focus.

"Already, already, already! We just stop here. I think it's a place that a lot of people go through" Alen said looking around.

"This is, isn't it a public place?" ask Cecar confused. Stop car.

"If we don't get the original model. We can use them" Alen said happily.

"Eh, you, you know them and us... ." Cecar went silent shut his mouth dumbly and then hung up his talk.

"Washy, among them, there must be a talented one?!" Raising eyebrows looking at Cecar. "That talent is mostly hidden. We don't know for sure, are they great people or not?! Before we try." Alen down. "Now begin to put the tent there!" her door.

"Are you serious?" tanya Cecar looked at the people who were milling about. "Oh, Alen, we're going to be doomed to do the same to your great boss?!" Opening the car trunk. "It was not to his liking" he said, taking out a tent and a bench. "That model isn't arbitrary either, Alen. He must have some certificate that has recognized him as a public figure. Don't take it wrong. You are the victim. You should know that Derya is your arch-rival. Could've made it easier to bring you down." Put up a tent and arrange chairs and take out sheets of paper.

"Please, Ma'am, in the contents," exclaimed Cecar suave. Followed by his two eyes saw Alen making the notice board.

"Let me. You serve them," Pinta Cecar pulled the notice board. "Choose the best!" he said, give me paper.

"thank you. Finally, we get people who want to show their talent, too" Alen continued.

"Yes, yeah, yeah. Go there! Tuh, look pity they've got it," said Cecar digging the ground. "Hopefully, there is," Cecar hoped to look up at the sky. Planting half the announcement pole and turning half the body that was crouching on its side turned towards Alen who was explaining, followed by the movement of his hand.

"Mr. Who is participating in this prestigious event. We will make a top model, like Ziya Yilzid," Alen said.

"What's right, Ma'am?" answer one sexy woman.

"... Ma'am, take the model event through this. Like, not serious. I'm scared!"say one from the right, refuse and leave.

" ... or don't-don't scam!" he said he could not believe the paper he was holding.

"Sir, this is us right. We want to find people who have young talents who are still new," continued Cecar cut the words that want to be said by Alen. "So, the point is who doesn't believe it, go ahead! Who believes it too, please! We will not force you. Because for this there is no compulsion," said Cecar.

Alen immediately smiled and was amazed to see his friend who had never been serious. Only then did he know that his former friend who sat in the same school bench had become a serious man.

"Who would like to go, please come to my friend who is sitting there!" tell Cecar firmly.

"Haha!" Laughter of a young man who knew near Cecar. If a male model can, don't you?" ask his village friend a little with guyonan.

Pedestrians and vehicles enthusiastically want to try. They flocked to the tent and saw the notice board.

"If for a woman who has children can, do not?" he looked at Alen's face. The woman's gaze was very sharp. It was as if he wanted to swallow me," said Alen frantically with an anxious look.

"If you want please!" cecar said, shifting slightly, so that the woman could audition.

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