Marriage is Because of Trust

Marriage is Because of Trust
Yuzer's Arrival


Gluey!


Ilker swallowed violently. His body suddenly trembled. The tender face of the woman he married who was filled with affection suddenly danced in front of him. "Curtain, fuck !" his words in the heart.


"You know, baby. My heart breaks to see you, let alone her living in one house with you. I was so sad when you no longer wanted me to hold on. You know how painful my heart is when you say 'wife' to that woman right in front of me. You've changed so much. You never want to linger with me again. You always wanted me to, hurry home, didn't you?" yilzid asked, with eyes full of confidence as if he was challenging his lover.


The deg!


Ilker froze, like ice. His mouth suddenly locked hearing the words of his woman that seemed implied justifying it. Both of his eyeballs could no longer stare straight at Yilzid's already overly frustrated eyes.


"It turns out, today what I did was wrong," he said grievingly, turning his back to his lover. "I've put myself to shame, huhuhu!" her moans cry. Covering his face with both hands.


Ilker walked. "Sttt!" he hugged the woman he loved so much. "There's nothing to regret." Kissing Yilzid's most cherished forehead from the left side.


"Look, yeah you don't cry anymore." Putting her lover in her arms. "There is nothing more precious to me than seeing you happy. Dudu, you have given me a lot of spirit. Without you I couldn't have lived to this day." Remembering the mother's death.


"You must be lying?! I don't know why I don't believe you anymore" said Yilzid, turning his body around to see his girlfriend's face. "Your face always has the truth. But now I don't see that anymore" he regretted. Now the man in front of me is like a stranger. Everything he said was nonsense. There's no one to back me up." Brushed off the hand of Ilker who wanted to hug him. Tears of disappointment. "What's on your mind right now, baby to the point that you want to get away from me and leave me." Looking down to see the courtyard made of cement mixed with natural stone.


"Dear to hear... ." Ilker is depressed seeing Yilzid who has changed.


"Enough!" her scream brushed off Ilker's hand violently. "I don't want to hear anything anymore. I don't want to!" his stranglehold was hard, twisting his running body leaving his lover.


"Dwudu!" call Ilker out loud. "Yeah!" his screams disappointedly held his head firmly with both hands hitting the air. Seeing Yilzid had left him.


"Non, Miss why?" ask the housekeeper who was wiping the glass, turning his head to look at his frustrated employer. "Non, nobody hurt Miss, right?" he asked, followed by a washcloth stuck to the glass and stopped wiping the glass. "Why with Miss?" he was astonished when he saw his nona running. Tilting the body looking back with the right hand still attached to the glass. " Surprised, but no one?" Frowning and mistrusting. "I have to investigate." Staring straight ahead while wiping the glass back and forgetting about it for a moment.


Jeglek !


Twoar!


Yilzid opened the room and closed it hard. "You're bad now! Huhuhoo!" A sobbing cry leaned his body behind the bedroom door and slowly dropped his body onto the floor. Sitting down on both knees. Cry while clenching both hands firmly and placing them on top of both knees. Stare straight ahead with both eyeballs glazed. "I think you'll be happy. But apparently, you hate him so much. Even you came to see me not one bit with a happy face." Squeeze her hair tightly with both hands. Tears fell unstoppably soaking both cheeks.


Cring ! Cring ! Cring !


Ilker was shocked after his feet approached the door of the car he was already holding. Stop and pick up the phone from inside the pocket with your left hand, looking at the screen of the phone that is on. "Asil," he said swiping the screen upwards.


πŸ“±"Hey, old friends are not hanging out. We miss your name here. You know not! Yuuzel. He came from abroad and wants to meet you, now," Asil said from behind the phone.


πŸ“± Ilker sighs. "Lately I've been busy" he said, continuing to open the car door. "Lately I've been so busy that I rarely play cell phones." Sit while comfortably straightening the chair. "Even to get out of the house I don't have time" he explained, entering the car keys while running the steering wheel with his right hand, looking straight at the road he went to get out of Yilzid's house. Break through a fence that is already wide open.


πŸ“±"Cie, married cie," Yuzel led when connecting Video Call to his best friend. "I'm the only one who's married still have time to get out of the house once in a while" he replied when he met Ilker from Video Call.


πŸ“±The phone that Ilker had placed on top of the tongsis sitting on top of the car. Thin smiles mixed with fret. "Nothing is the same" he continued. "Maybe you can. But, I haven't." Splitting the jammed streets that are often passed through whenever there is a problem.


"Once in a while, my friend comes out. The time I've come so far you don't want to see me. 'You are not fair. Try, if Asil comes, you will come immediately. Until your hunger goes away, too" Yuzel said disappointedly. Sitting alone in the cafe red and black, belonging to his best friend, Asil. Staring at her disheveled self from behind a video call.


" Ker, Yuzer's right. He only came here for the first time after we split from college. When you do not want to see him," continued Asil disappointed, seeing his best friend.


Ilker kept quiet while packing the problems that hit him in a row. Confused about having to choose a friend or club. "All right! I'm gonna come. But remember! I can't go on for long" he told two friends from behind a video call.


"Last until night. Around 02:00 or maybe 03:00 WIB" Yuzer continued. "Haha! Like when we just got to know the place first," Yuzer flickered back with a crisp joke when he remembered their past when studying abroad who liked to stop by the nightclub.


Uhuk ! Uhuk! Uhuk ! Ilker suddenly choked in the car. "Ngaco you," he said replying to his friend's sentiments. "All right! I'm coming." Deaden phones.


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