Marriage is Because of Trust
Alen's dream that didn't materialize

"If I can dress up to be beautiful and have to be similar, like Ziya Yilzid it is. Famous, have a name and in the photo with an elegant style and look fashionable and trendy." Close her lips together happily, putting together the lipstick. "From a long time ago, I wanted to, like that. But, because my father doesn't like women who are too open, I can't get it" she said as she looked at her face in the mirror.

Cecar did not expect that Alen's dream could go that far. He took a breath to wake up from his friend's dream.

"It's a good thing you didn't, like that." Holding back laughter while looking at the seat belt that always forgets to wear when riding a car.

Not happy with Cecar. Alen bit both his molars strongly. "It's a good thing that I'm not getting carried away today by emotions" he said in his heart. "If not for this. I must have scolded him with my voice?!" Put together all his makeup tools while thinking about Cecar's words earlier, if he says the leader who has the kiler is here.

"If you're the one, the model I won't work here." Very happy in his heart because he could mock him with satisfaction.

Alen held back his emotions and trained himself to be patient. "Because I still need it," he regretted inside the chest, squeezing the powder sponge left behind firmly. "Just wait for my revenge. I won't forgive you." Remembering what he no longer needed from Cecar. "It seems like nothing" he groaned regretfully because everything he did both after and before he was still dependent on his best friend.

"Keep how to reply?" he asked while sticking a hand on his forehead frustrated at seeing himself being too weak. "That's probably why God wanted him as my friend. Oh, no!" Sorry because everything was arranged by the leader as well.

Cecar was a little sick of seeing Alen who had wasted too much time in a hot car due to the sunlight that drifted towards the glass.

"I'm going down first. If you still want to dress up. Dress until dawn" said Cecar.

Turn around, take out his right leg and close the car. He had been sitting with Alen for a long time, who had not yet come down to eat.

Alen's loud voice made Cecar stop his steps. "You want to go yourself inside. You won't wait for me, yeah!"

Turns his head without being followed by his body. "Not come down. Just keep putting on your makeup until you're full." Leaving him in annoyance.

Walking through the street connected to the cafe door and passing several parked cars so plastered in front of him. Instantly the feeling was not good

the car he saw was no stranger. The sound of footsteps rang out, like they were chasing him from behind.

"In the car it's too hot" Alen said following Cecar. "I'm going down, and my makeup isn't done yet." Look at the back of his friend straight.

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Seriate...

"Usually you'll be full of makeup," timpal cecar monitored the surroundings of the cafe and the people sitting outside to make sure all his curiosities rolled up.

Stopped at a door when he accidentally heard a sound of laughter similar to his master. "Sttt!" he said to Alen who was currently grumbling at him from behind.

"You know not if I'm alone in the car. The parking lot will keep knocking on the door. He thought I was a prisoner who was locked up by the kidnapper and not fed. Or maybe he thought I couldn't open the door," he chatted along the way following Cecar by twitching his lips furiously. He also walked on." Looking at the many empty tables and chairs that were passed just like that by a fret.

He also took a gawking breath looking at the lizard who was acting improperly. "If anyone finds out we're gonna get reprimanded and we're gonna report to the police canteen." Seeing Cecar who did not want to move from the front door. "He's still peeping" he chirped.

"Len, do you see who's inside?" Cecar asked back lightly.

Alen was very upset and exhaled repeatedly while enduring embarrassment. Repeatedly flicking the lizard arm. However, even a single glance of frown would not look.

"Et, don't go! You know who's inside, right in front of this door." Pulling firmly Alen's hand retreated backwards until he wanted to fall down.

Menedelik so that makes Alen anxious and worried. "Who is there?" tanyakanya. "Your boyfriend?" continued.

"No! But your leader's a kiler early on." After staring at Alen long enough Cecar immediately replied.

"What's? He's right here." Suddenly Alen was instantly shocked and panicked, nervous and dazed. "Car, where are we going? From here the place to eat is still far away." Pulling the lice arm to run.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching. Alen immediately gulped, trembling and trembling. Sharpened his hearing and was astonished to see Cecar who suddenly dodged.

"We're just getting out of here!" After Alen sees the ambiguous Cecar. "Car, what the hell else here. Your beloved leader must be approaching?!" Feeling unsettled standing in front of the cafe door that suddenly opened.

"But we're here. If leadership

You're meeting us. Why why?" ask Cecar.

He's still lazy to go actually. Even if he had to meet happily Cecar would rebuke him and would likely sit at his desk.

However, it is different with Alen who does not want to cross paths at all, let alone meet. As hard as anything Cecar can never win when dealing with Alen.

"We don't have to go in." Intimate Alen is very annoying to see his superiors who always haunt everywhere.

Hearing that remark Cecar gawked and threw a perpendicular glance towards the children who were crowding in the middle of the road.

"We're just there!" Cesar pointed to a place suitable for them.

Spontaneous Alen followed Cecar's feet as he walked toward the table. "When do we say we're going here?" muttered Alen considering that seeing master Ilker so, he thought that his master had come solely for them.

Cecar who walked in front and pulled the chair. "Your feelings. Why also your leader who is songong came here specifically for us," he chanted.

Take the menu book that is presented in the plan.

"What message do you want, sir?" asked a male servant in the middle of Alen's chat to her.

"Len, what do you want?" Cecar asked after opening the menu book. Flipping back the menu page that many written types of cuisine and drinks.

Alen still did not expect to stop them at the cafe makes him short of breath trapped due to the incident too long to find a place to eat.

"I ate fried noodles, deh," he replied without turning to his best friend in the slightest while watching the cafe door.

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Seriate...