Marriage is Because of Trust
Searching model

"So, if Papa, knows. Why did Papa, send him here?" yilzid grumbled inwardly. Glanced at his personal bodyguard sharply. "Pa, we'd better have a selection then" he suggested.

"Selection? Selection for what?" Staring at his daughter inquisitively mixed manner.

"Evolution, Pa," he answered straightforwardly. "Papa, didn't you say that I've had a lot of assistants. So, we better make a selection. Which assistant works best he'll stay here." Challenging Burcu with a deadly look.

"Haha!" Mr. Gohan Hakan immediately laughed lightly. "But according to Papa, the assistants in this house are all experienced." Stare at the tall Burcu and meet the eyes that Burcu already knows, if he is a clever bodyguard. "It's been hours... . Papa, want to finish some more work. So, Papa, hope Papa's son doesn't fuss anymore." Waking up from his seat and dragging his legs and then stopping for a while to approach his little daughter. "Papa, love you so much." Kissing a child's forehead.

"Pa!" call Yilzid in an annoyed tone of voice mixed with sadness at the back of the father who completely ignored him.

"Papa, it's evil. Without me realizing he had trapped me and could no longer freely meet Ilker," he said inwardly looking at the father who kept walking until he disappeared.

"Alen, just give them a queue number, so they line up neatly," suggested Cecar see the people who have come both men and women who crowded the location.

"They are just there. Time comes here with clothes, like that," lamented Cecar, seeing a woman come in nightgown.

"Please help me. You made the number of the queue," pinta Dhyia complained because she could no longer resist the insistence of people. "And I'll give it to them in part." Look at the audience. "They pity the sun in the sun." Take on. The sequence number created by cecar. "It's hot. So, we have to split the two waves" Alen whispered in Cecar's ear while looking at the number he shared.

"This must be because your lure is too good. Will make them, like Ziya Yilzid. Huh!" Cecar snorted a rough sigh into the air, shook his head leaving Alen, took out a piece of paper not far from Alen's place and put down a pile of some important ones. "How's it going in the office right now, huh?" tanya Cecar wrote the queue number back. Seeing a pretty excited participant. "Not to mention those who are too enthusiastic. It's hot, like this they want to stand here!" said Cecar was amazed with full question marks, seeing Alen who was eager to select the participants who wanted to be made a model according to their dreams with the best value.

"They're at a loss, at best" continued Alen at a dreamy glance remembering the shocking news.

"Stupid? Confused why?" ask Cecar who took the black marker and wrote the remaining pieces of paper. "Pieces of paper do not fly a little to the middle of the market carried by the wind" said Cecar, looking at the body of the road.

"Squeak, look at that paper it's up there!" Looking at the paper and screaming swung his right hand. "Oh Cecar, if all the papers fly. What are we gonna wear again?" he looked at the enthusiastic audience.

"Mom, I dong, Ma'am," he urged a direct break near the jury table.

"Sir, who is patient, yes! We beg you guys, don't fight!" hope Alen swings both hands, so they calm down and Cecar does not panic.

"Alen, just start now" said Cecar.

"Why?" ask Alen. Raise his shoulders from far away

Cecar gave a signal by swinging both hands into the air as a signal, so that Alen did not beat around the bush and understood, if he needed a break.

"Is there a problem?" tanya Alen saw Cecar.

"Just start," replied indifferently, seeing Alen leaving the participants walking towards him.

"Yes, Car, Car. I was surprised to see you. Usually you can't eat one daily." Staring at Cecar scatter while handing over the next queue number.

"That's because I'm fasting" Cecar sentil directly.

"Haha!" Alen laughed as he grew tired in a few months to complete a model search for the event he worked with and his team.

"If you don't want to finish. Let me finish it, "pinta Cecar closes the marker and stores the remaining pieces of paper. "Take the microphone while voicing the notification aloud, slightly echoing in the air. "For the participants. Please calm down for a moment, for today the search will be delayed for a moment. Call it lunch hour. For your cooperation I thank you!"

"Yes, how should we do?" complain participants with fret. Leave the audition place.

Alen who shared the number back immediately turned his head glancing towards Cecar who was smoothing the number for a few more participants. "Car, are you tired, huh?" Look at his coworkers with question marks and wonder. However, Cecar just kept quiet. "Check already!" alen shouted loudly mixed in the ears of his best friend. Hitting his best friend's shoulder with his half-spoiled style.

"Tu, they're gone, '" said Cecar happily, putting down the microphone, and then putting it all together in cardboard.

"Nothing is left behind, yes!" said Alen glancing at Cecar who composed everything carefully.

"Today I'm tired. The mission has not been completed. It's been two months. Not to mention the shocking news problem," said Alen glanced at Cecar who was standing behind him, getting ready to also raise items into the car.

"I was astonished too. That person has what problems with, your young master. Just one time he was there to cause trouble outside," said Cecar. Checking items that have been neatly arranged.

"Check, this is not like this! Later it will not fit," Alen reprimanded, glancing at the tent that was still installed.

"Oh, yes. As a result of hunger, I became less aqua," Cecar joked with his habits that he never forgot. "Wait a minute, yeah!" Go to the tent and open it.

"Can you? You can ask for help" cried Alen who stood up and wanted to open the car door.

"Oh, I can do it. I don't need your help!" reject Cecar arrogantly.

"Huu! You think every day, it'll be delicious. I'm not tired of facing your kiler boss. Nyebelin know not, if close to him. There's something discussed that's this, that's what no one should know" Alen grumbled, pulling the car door. Cobalt.

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