Marriage is Because of Trust
The conversation at the cafe and the habits of Alen

Sontak Asil shut his mouth after hearing Ilker's question to Yuzer, turning towards him with sympathy. "Yes, Yuz. What are you, anyway? Ever since you came, have you been kayak gini? What's your wife's problem again?" Yuzer replied, Asil asked again.

Ilker was confused to see it. He suddenly remembered and immediately took a breath after hearing the name of the wife. He was so restless and agitated.

"Hm, if that's the case. Then why are you willing to come here?" sentil Ilker attacked his best friend with words that came out just like that because he had never joked with his friend for a long time.

"That's because I'm under contract" Yuzer replied looking straight at his friend. Behind her heart she was worried about her decision. He doesn't know what he's working for and for whom. But what is clear if you see the price offered makes it no longer think long. For Yuzer the most important thing is money because seeing from the commotion in his household the biggest problem that has befallen them is money.

Another with Ilker who is still not satisfied with his meeting with Yuzer. In short he was very worried about Yilzid's actions that were already out of control. Restless continuously and repeatedly during the conversation it was not uncommon for him to sigh long and look at his circular watch.

"Would you like to go home?" asked Asil who had been watching him. He was very sensitive to guess his friend that one. Asil was often right when he guessed his friend.

Ilker was just silent and embarrassed because his two friends had no story to go home. Change the position of the chair slightly tilted leaning against the wall. Playing his fingers wants to make a sound.

"I'm so sick after work I haven't had a shower yet." Confused what to say about his right hand to his wife.

"If you can know. By the way, why your hands?" asked Asil who did not see it from earlier due to being covered up by his friend.

"Little injuries only" he answered briefly.

Making Yuzer wonder suspiciously in his heart whispered that it was not ordinary. Look at the face of his friend so that he gets an answer from his suspicions. However, unfortunately all that did not happen because Ilker was too good at quibbling both facial expressions and speech.

"If the pain is severe and you need to rest, go home!" Yuzer. "At the same time we've met."

"Yes, Ker. You better just go home. Poor at your house." Looking at Ilker who hasn't wanted to say who his wife is.

Reflex without thinking he immediately pushed his chair backward. Hugged each other as a true friend. "Be careful!" Asil patted his shoulder and was followed by Yuzer. "When we meet again!" Yuzer was not content to give up his yearning for his three best friends.

Taking a cup and drinking his coffee until it ran out, relieved his throat that had too much fiber gulped due to the destruction of the two souls he encountered.

Dhyia and Yilzid. Dhyia was not a woman he wanted to hurt at all. But his selfishness and blindness to love are forced to drag him into the valley of destruction.

Crumple felt in his chest now when he saw the tears of the woman he married dripping. However, dear thousands with a strong affection a victorious Ilker is very able to eliminate the taste and close his conscience due to his blind love for a woman he has been dating for five years.

Wrong right no longer he thinks that the most important thing for him is only one, that is, he is not likely to let go of the relationship he has long had with his lover rather than a legitimate and holy relationship and is encouraged to do anything in accordance with Islamic law.

"Len, I look around inside there's a cafe" said Cecar, driving around the street.

"OK, I'm going to step back first and then veer inside" he said, looking back from the rear-view mirror.

"Be careful! Don't be reckless. I still want to live." Alen is very dependent if he remembers the same incident when his father went to make a living.

Alen who used to be in the third grade of High School must lose the figure of a father who became his role model into a strong child. Tears instantly dripped and instantly wiped it as fast as possible, so that Cecar did not see it. You see, at the time of the accident that befell his parents, he was at the scene. Cecar who was almost the same age as even older than him was eight months in shock when he heard the loud impact sound and saw the figure of a middle-aged man who was thrown into the asphalt violently then dragged by a motorcycle his own.

"Alen, are you sleepy?" ask Cecar.

"No! Just turn the car around. Don't look at me! Just look at the rear view mirror and the car rear view. There are still people or not." Feeling annoyed because Cecar was always worried about him.

"Yes" he answered briefly. "The bottom of the carousel has never changed" he said in his heart, continuing his journey to the parking lot, glancing at Alen with a look of liking hidden inside both his eyes deeply and slightly surprised when he saw a parked car with initials, such as the sign of a police plate belonging to the main director of the CCA TV station.

Shaking and panicking because he and Alen have not yet found a model similar to Ziya Yilzid. Every now and then he glanced at the relaxed Alen enjoying life by closing both his eyeballs until the car stopped at the parking lot.

"This car can't park here!" cecar said looking for another place. "Well, this is good. If it really was Alen's boss, he wouldn't have seen it." Alen immediately opened his eyes to look around the body of the car, so that the car he was carrying did not hit the other car.

"Alen, I'm scared. If your beloved leader is here!" said Cecar bitterly.

Alen was surprised to pick up the bag, glancing out looking from inside the car glass. "You mean what, anyway!" Reflecting behind the solid powder back. "If we meet in person we rebuke," he advised while wearing lipstick and looking at his lips in the mirror that makes Cecar always praise him in the heart.

"You're a strong girl, beautiful and kind," he said admiringly.

Every time Alen wants to go or stop by he never forgets his makeup first. She is a figure of a woman who likes to decorate even in a simple appearance. Powder and lipstick should never be kept away from her. His loud voice will sound shrill in the ear to make anyone forced to close both ears and relented, including this other friend who was waiting for him out of the car. On occasion Cecar often relented and even helped the Alen family economy when his father died which made his mother slumped.

"Do you want to dress up until dawn?" ask Cecar. Unplug the key and look at his unfinished best friend from earlier.

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Seriate...