Marriage is Because of Trust
Balin's indecision and Altan's annoyance

"That's what it's good to be a boss. Kilers are no problem either. Especially like it. Never thought about the feelings of others," complained Cecar as well, entering and closing the car door. If he's in trouble, we're his subordinates who're forced to rack their brains for a way out." Insert car keys. Followed by the foot that hit the car brake. "You know what? Who attacked, Mr Ilker?" Glanced at Alen and followed his left hand into a tooth.

"Where do I know who that guy is? But if according to the issues, he said, it has to do with the first owner of the TV station now," said Alen, leaning his body to stretch his tired muscles.

"Is that true?" cecar asked, glancing at Alen who was silent from the rearview mirror who sat calming down then stared at the straight path with each silence.

The large and silent workspace, seen the figure of an Ilker who sat still because his hands were injured by his stupidity, holding the pain alone. "Based hands! Just punch the glass was already injured, use blood again," he said, staring at the injured hand exposed to glass shard and put it on the table. Remembering the haunting life choices.

In the corner of the eye, tears still bore in the eyes of a Dhyia Kharya who stood looking straight ahead as if she had seen the way of life after separating from her husband. "I don't really know where to go." Stand alone to see the road from the outside. The milling crowd seemed to shake his soul so much that a great fear appeared in his heart, whispering.

"Him," call Right from behind.

"Yes, Bi," replied Dhyia wiping away the tears in a hurry silently.

"Mrs, why are you standing here? E-e, it's, it's night, it's." Standing behind his kindly big mistress.

Dhyia smiled too. "I only saw the decorative lights," he replied turning the body. "The light is good, Bi. There's a picture of a couple, like." Staring Right, covering up the pain in the heart.

"Ooh, that, His. It was a memento for, Mr and Madam first. On the anniversary of the wedding," Benar . "That was the most beautiful gift from, Mr. Ilker made, Madam and Mr. Ajnur first. Before the end, Mister died," he continued with a sad face, looking down at the floor.

"Bi, why is Auntie, sad?" ask Dhyia. Approaching bi Benar, then then stroking his shoulders. "Emang Aunty, are there fond memories between Aunt and Madam ?" dhyia asked with a sad face as well.

"Huhoo! Aunty didn't think that a good Mr. Ilker could, like this. I am sad to see it. Since his parents were gone his life is increasingly not because of. That's what makes Auntie sad. The young master used to be a meek, stingy and patient child. He never got angry, let alone snapped with his rough voice. Huhuhu ! That's what made Auntie sad," True replied looking down at the floor.

"Bi, sometimes the good can change because of the people around him. And bad people can change with the people around them too, which is what life is like, Bi. Life is like a spinning wheel sometimes on top and sometimes on the bottom. So too with attitude and behavior. He can change with the times. Added to that with a desire that he did not want but, he was forced to do it," said Dhyia remembered the thing that made the husband become violent. "But not anymore, Mom. I'll give you back, like I used to. As said by, Bi Benar and the one who loved you first," he said, back in the heart. "Bi, don't cry! Later if anyone sees on the other side I make again, Aunt cry," he said, glancing at the middle-aged woman. Hugged her with love and affection, as a child towards her mother.

Mr. Altan who had been listening to the dispute of the owner of the large residence. "Really! Where are you?" shouted Mr. Altan hysterically. "Yes, don't stay with me. Piye after all, he said, want to be the same nemenin, Mr. the same Madam." Wiping her tears with acting pretentious sad people. Standing in front of the kitchen door right towards the field where the game darts with a discordant tone of voice and humor of the joke.

Puk!

"Because, you, you're dead, you're. Let me know how you feel," said Balin who likes to nimbrung if Pak Altan again plays the drama.

Puk ! Mr. Altan also returned Balin's blow. "Your train. How, ha? Shocked," sentil pak Altan with indignation.

"You're the first one, sir tell me I'm dead. Are you a siopo? Do'a in the dead, ha?" sentil pak Altan to make Balin wedged on the wall.

"It's not me who do'a in you die. Your feelings. I just wanted to hit a big mosquito on your shoulder," argued Balin did not accept and a little frightened to see Pak Altan eyeballs. "That eye, that's terrible, pack the event in and out again wriggling 'me," Balin's lead which is very upset. Balin's heart is always so, if he has met the eye of Mr. Altan.

"So what? Just now what did I hear? Turn asked in, ngeles. Pretends. That's, your science. Basic, to." Staring at Balin in annoyance. "Say there are mosquitoes all over again," grumbled Pak Altan who felt in a lie, staring at Balin getting sharper while looking down to pick up sandals.

"Damma!" Balin immediately giggled funnyly in his heart, remembering that Pak Altan had a large mole on his shoulder.

"Him - I, dianya diem. Watch you! If it's the same, young master. Didn't tell your wife, if your salary money, you hide half to buy cigarettes," threatened Mr. Altan, looking down at the sandals that do not meet next door again.

Balin was already frightened when he saw the sandals. "For Mr Altan! Im sorry. I just want to work on you, "please Mr. Balin with honesty. Dropping his body walked squatting for mercy and clenched his hands into the air in a bitter voice, looking at the Pak Altan standing before him.

"Eh, what else is this? You're that... ." Mr. Altan immediately kept silent and understood straight away. Why is Balin's reaction like that. He reflexively looked towards the flip-flops hanging half in the air. "Hm!" Sighs long breathing dropping slippers onto the floor.

Balin immediately scrunched his face away from the dust flying due to the strong sandal from Pak Altan as his revenge against Balin.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow! If you want to hit a big mosquito, sono! Go to the garden. Let's be satisfied you kill!" tell mr. Altan to be sebal.

Right and Dhyia was suddenly shocked to hear Pak Altan's talk from the kitchen. "Bi, who killed?" dhyia asked astonished, releasing her hand from the shoulder of the True bi.

True, raising his head shook his head while fusing his two eyebrows together. "I don't know, Him." Turning the body follows her employer walking from behind.

"Kill who?" dhyia asked in astonishment, followed by Right standing behind her great mistress, dumbfounded and gaping with her eyes wide.

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