Marriage is Because of Trust
The chocolate envelope that made Dhyia tremble

A courier who had received a brown envelope from a sender he did not know had arrived in front of the luxurious fence of the Carya residence.

"She, what?" ask Balin. Open a little fence.

"I'm sorry, I'd like to drop off an envelope containing an important file, sir," replied the courier gently covering half of his face with a helmet.

"Put it here!" sahut one of Balin's friends from behind.

"Can't, sir. This should be conveyed directly to the owner of the house," he replied, seeing the magnificent house as a signal that he had to meet directly with the recipient of the envelope.

Balin and his friend also met each other with a face to face asking for opinions from each other. "Yes, please!" balin said with a slightly suspicious eye highlight, pushing the fence wide open.

The deliveryman went straight through the fence and into the yard and parked his motorcycle under a tree where there were small benches of unfinished wood.

"Braugh ! The motorcycle hit a small wooden bench that was still rocking. "Oalah-lah. Already tired, even got violated," regretted Balin disappointed, saw it from the fence, stood up.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Yes, one minute!" yelling True ran open the door in a hurry. Put a broom in the corner of the ornamental closet.

"Excuse me, Mum. Is this really Ilker Can Carya's residence?" ask the courier with the bag he was holding.

"Yes, right. What's up, huh?" ask Right to panic.

"It's Ma'am. I want to deliver this" said the courier. Take out a chocolate envelope. "This is a delivery for, Mr. Ilker," he continued, taking a pen.

"Delivery? Shipment from where?" ask the truth in your heart. Take the envelope from the courier's hand.

"I don't know his name. But the address was addressed here, "the courier answered for the right reason, looking at the envelope that read the initials, 'NN'. "Mom, please be able to sign it here," he ordered, handing over the pen and proof of delivery of the package.

"Well, Mas," said Correct. Received the brown parcel. "Where's this from, huh?" the question was full of wonder in the heart, finding out about an envelope that read an initial, 'NN' it.

"Excuse me, ma'am" said the courier. Turn the body away and disappear. Meanwhile, True who was still haunted by curiosity did not pay attention to the direction of the courier in front of him was gone and even he did not say his honor. Enter the house with an empty mind.

"Who's this for, huh?" tanya Right, who had put her hand on the end of the envelope, saw a name that read, 'Carya's residence' and immediately wanted to open it. "Ah, not polite. It's for, sir." Look at the room above from the bottom floor that is still closed. "I'd better take you first. Above, 'there will be, Madam," said True up the stairs with both feet in shock.

Tok ! Tok ! Geck!

"Lock !" sahut Dhyia was brushing her hair.

"Excuse me, New. Here's a package for, sir," said Correct, handing over the brown envelope. Stand in front of the door.

"Please come in, Bi. The door is unlocked" orders the woman who has always been a solace to him.

The beautiful and meek woman picked up the envelope with slightly trembling hands. "Package, Bi? From whom?" dhyia asked, looking at the envelopes wrapped in brown.

"I don't know, Him. He said to, Sir," answered True as it is.

"Alright, Bi. Thank you," said Dhyia, turning the body with a sideline that has not been neat and deg-degan. Staring at the envelope with an unpleasant premonition. Turning his seat looked at the mirror straight ahead and again combed his hair while looking at his face full of question marks. "Who from, huh?" ask her in the heart, glancing at the brown envelope located.

Ilker who was in a hurry due to the flow of traps Yilzid has arrived at the residence of the lover of heart.

"Yilk!" he shouted loudly from the courtyard, just above Yilzid's window.

"Ilker," he said in panic. Wake up from the fall. Rushing to tidy up and take lipstick to dye his lips, to look fresh in front of the idol. Sprinkling solid powder on both cheeks with a happy heart because the idol has come and combed the hair that is a little messy after a long time of lying down. Running down the stairs.

"Non, where are you going?" burcu asked astonished to see the Nonanya. Burcu, who had finished meeting his boss, followed the man he had to control.

"Me, go to the kitchen first" Burcu said. Glancing at his nona who completely ignored him with a glance.

Yilzid continued walking and ignored Burcu's words altogether. Approaching the main door that honorable people often pass through. Welcoming his heart with a little open clothes and attraction that not infrequently makes Ilker crazy.

"You just arrived?" ask Yilzid to pretend. She held her hands together, standing before her lover

"Don't ask too many questions" replied Ilker, letting go of Yilzid's hand. Standing right under the room of his beloved heart.

"Don't dong!" yilzid said, folding both his hands over his chest.

"God!" said Ilker grinning, raising his lips to the left. "Don't pretend you don't know, Dudu. And don't divert the conversation" joked Ilker . "What you did was wrong. You've made a disaster for both of us" he said, massaging his head firmly. "Why are you reckless sending that through a courier to my house?" tanya Ilker looked at the face of the lover with disappointed eyes. "I will definitely finish it myself?! But don't go through that, Dudu!" regret it because her lover has acted behind her own back. "What would happen, if the courier knew about my house and my wife, how?" ask with regret. "All will be destroyed?! Everyone will know about both of us." Turning his back to his heart. "You know what, Dudu? What is the consequence ? We will fail to marry. The media, journalists will follow us wherever we go" he lamented imagining the package, if the courier reads it. He turned back to Yilzid with his right hand on his waist.

Yilzid was surprised to see the hand of the lover wrapped in cloth. "Honey, this, you hurt?" yilzid asked, taking Ilker's waist-rigged hand. "You hurt?" Staring straight at the man she loved the most in panic.

"It's nothing compared to your stupidity!" pekik Ilker, released his hand from the grasp of the woman he loved most violently. "Don't divert everything. I just want to know, what was the reason you made the letter without my knowledge and delivered it to my house by courier! What does Yilzid mean? Answer!" pekiknya in the yard, precisely not far from the parking special car made by Yilzid for his lover.

"I don't want you to take too long with that woman! I want us to get married soon" Yilzid said with great emphasis. "Because I'm jealous. Now that you've recognized her as your wife," she continued in annoyance.

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