Marriage is Because of Trust
Caught by his own behavior

Mr. Altan immediately smiled shyly bending over while clamping both his hands on the thighs. "Killing the mosquito means, Nya," he replied quietly, dropping his gaze looking towards Balin who was still sitting on the floor and turning his gaze towards the other.

"But why is it so scary? You talking about it, sir?" true Tanya grew even more astonished, covering herself behind the meek back of the madam.

"Yes, Sir. It's a bit spooky to hear, by the way" chimpanzees from the owner of the Carya residence. "If you want to talk, sir. Speak well," he advised, standing to see Balin who could not look into the face of the master.

"Sorry, Yes. It's all my fault. I started first," Balin interrupted the conversation, dragging his body backward a little.

"Sir, next time, if you talk. Speak carefully and carefully, yes!" pinta Dhyia once again gave her advice. Dhyia shook her head to see the two workers suddenly act up and tickle the emotions. "Now come back, sir! Finish the job, if you're not ready. And rest, if the work of Mr. Altan and Mr. Balin is done," he said smiling. "Bi, I went up to the room first, yes," she said, turning her body.

"Yes, Nya," replied Correctly, glancing at the scraps of food that had begun to smell, and, tilting and walking took the key to open the door and followed the steps of her mistress who climbed the stairs with her eyes.

Jeglek !

The hand that was holding the door knof was now released and the door was wide open. Walking slowly dragging the two weak legs saw the husband who was suddenly not in the room. "Mas Ilker, where are you going?" dhyia asked, looking around. Walk following the floor of the room that connects with the work room of the husband. "What possible? Mas Ilker, being here," pressed his right ear tightly against the door of the study. "There's nothing" he muttered questioningly. "But... ." Swinging one of his right hands wanted to smoke the door that didn't, he did.

Jeglek !

Ilker was immediately startled and stopped . The door that had been opened was now pulled with his right hand slowly with a little while standing back to the door and they both met with a glance, covering his right hand, and they both stood, so that Dhiya does not see his injured hand as a result of him smashing into the mirror.

Suddenly half a footstep Dhyia who wanted to spin stopped and immediately flipped back a little surprised . "Mas, you're there" he said softly with a feeling of pleasure. I met my husband after a long time. "I just wanted to find you, Mom. After that I don't know about you anymore." Squeezing her fingers together and standing looking at her cold husband who walked past her without a word even turned his head around unwillingly while covering his hands from the swirling of the wife.

Stand up to the sofa and back to it. "Just worry about yourself" said Ilker with a stern and cold face. Release tie. "You know, it's gonna be a minute... ." Ilker remained silent. Dampen his wounds that have begun to dry with a tie.

"I know Mas" continued Dhyia cutting off the talk of the man standing in front of her. "Mas, there's no need to remember, it's me. I'm ready, Mom. All I've done," he continued, standing in a very simple covered dress.

Ilker was so hot to hear it as if he hated that remark so much. The shirt he was wearing for work has not been removed. The tie that used to be tied around the neck is now firmly held in the wound. "whatever! I'll think of my own life" he continued lightly. Staring at the tie that was stuck to his wound. "Again, who would care about that!" leave the couch, get out and slam the door.

Get down the stairs in a hurry and hold the phone in the right hand firmly. It was as if he did not want Dhyia to leave the house that had long sheltered him and gave him affection. "Ma, I'm sorry," he said, standing by the hanging decorative lights. "If you want to hate me, please! But don't you ever tell me that I'm not your son, Ma" he said regretfully and angrily, but I don't know who. That was how Ilker felt after he knew that the wife was leaving.

The phone he was holding suddenly lit up. She was so shocked to see the name that called out turned out to be the most precious woman in her life.

He also raised. "The letter is done" Yilzid said in a happy tone of voice from behind the phone. Ilker was immediately shocked. "The letter will come to your house, baby in seven hours' time" he explained, leaving Ilker unable to open his mouth. "Everything is done. There's nothing else you need to worry about" he continued. The phone still stuck in Ilker's ear. "Darling, I can't wait to marry you. And we'll be happy forever. Nothing can stop the two of us from being together. So, you are now completely mine." The connection was also cut.

Ilker's body was electrocuted. Silence froze and listened to everything until it was finished until finally, changing its course instantly. Heard a disconnected phone network in his ear.

Ziya Yilzid smiled because he felt like he had won. After seeing his father disappear. He immediately rushed up to the top of the room in annoyance that Burcu he could no longer be as free as he used to be.

"Non, there's something I can help you with!" bargain Burcu who is still standing with the assistant who forced him to meet Mr. Gohan Hakan.

Yilzid's right leg, which was climbing the stairs, stopped. Turning a glance, towards Burcu. "No need to ! You and Papa. You two are the same," he said spicyly. Continue his steps back until he reaches the top of his room.

Smiling in my heart with evil. "The letter will be up to seven hours. Ha! Finally, I'm relieved. Now Ilker has become mine. Oh, so sweet. Apparently, it's not all a lie. If what I dreamt would soon be realized." Dropped his body on the bed and threw his phone. Sit while staring at the ceiling. "I will be free from, Papa," he said in a very grateful heart. Picked up the phone he had thrown, right next to him.

Spontan Ilker immediately opened the door and rushed out his scuffed car with a cut on the hand that was still wrapped in a tie. "Yes. Forgive me for forgetting to share this." Looking at the back of his luxury car that was scuffed at the incident that happened to him at the discotheque in the past. It's been two weeks since that happened. I haven't even remembered even I forgot." Clang and close the car door, sitting leaning back while inserting the key. Put his hand on the clutch on the left. Picking up the phone and opening the screen called Yilzid.

Cring ! Cring ! Cring !

"Sad. Damnit damnit! Why didn't he pick up the phone?" he dumped the phone on the car seat right next to him. Keep stepping on the gas and the car was speeding through the stalled red light.

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