Marriage is Because of Trust
Confused after the fire

"Sir, we've tried our best." Telling of all the complaints that happened while looking for him.

Ilker immediately exhaled his rude breath annoyed at seeing his two employees who were lying around hanging out in the cafe. Seeing the same Cecar, like Alen was silent and lowered his head to be treated, like whatever they are today resigned.

"From tomorrow don't show your faces to me" Ilker murmured as he looked at the two employees who had ordered food. Turn around and leave them.

"What did your boss mean?" ask Cecar to Alen.

"I don't understand what that means?" Not to mention answering Cecar's question. He even asked back.

Silently take the fried noodles that have been served by the waiter earlier. Pulling a glass filled with drinking water.

"I still don't understand what he's saying?" muttered Alen lethargic while stirring the fried noodles. Staring nanar forward with a blank look reminded of his life that continues to run, what if he was fired.

Calculate the amount of money his savings can to eat within three months. Not that I can't live without work but, there is still one more soul that I have to defend, remembering his mother who is almost aging.

Churning out fried noodles similar to Cecar as well. The longer the stirring the stronger because he was furious with Cecar who had not yet answered his question.

Pluck up!

Duck down the plate of fried noodles firmly while holding back the anger. Suddenly Cecar was immediately shocked and almost wanted to fall out of his chair.

"You why?" cecar asked frantically trying to calm down. Glancing at the cutlery on the plate. "Your anger don't vent here. It's food, pamali if food hurts." Dragging his body slightly backwards and docked at the back of the chair.

Gently swallow through a dry throat. Keep both feet away from things you don't want. Previously Cecar had known that his friend was angry, like what so he secretly guarded from things that would make him hurt.

"Len, we'd better make it clear to your leader. He can't be dong. Firing us," said Cecar nervously pretending to be concerned when in fact Cecar did not care about it. For him the job is not the current periority because he prefers to work for money from the application.

Spontaneously he also released Cecar's fried noodles that he wanted to shred earlier. Removing his face from his friend.

"Either why are we here meeting her," claustrophobic Alen, stuffed the fried noodles into her mouth violently.

"Maybe it's the way. If not, we might not know what's in your boss's heart about us." Not want to think Cecar even chimed until the atmosphere became runyam.

"Run to your house!" he said connecting the words of his friend as if to tease him with a slap. "Then, after that you're calm and relaxed, sitting sweet in your house, yes!" Feeling difficult to breathe even to swallow drinking water alone feels heavy.

"Keep I'll do it again. If it's true that your killer's boss fired us." Put the fried noodles in your mouth. "Would you go to the office, begging for more work? Or come to his house and beg there in front of his wife, to be strong in love with him and can go to work and be forced to look for a model like his dark lover, yes?" Looking at Alen from the tail of his eyes. "If it had to be like that. Until I found a job in college. There's a lot of demands, eng... ." Cecar instantly shuts down and bites his fried noodles until *****.

"Even if you work, coolie. But you'll never escape the pressure under the job." He let out an upset voice while stabbing a glass plate with a fork.

Glek !

This is a great cafe that many visitors go to. Many come to bring a car so it is very difficult for an Ilker to take out his car which is a little close to the car of other visitors.

Puffing in annoyance as he let out a rough breath he searched for the parking guard with both of his eyeballs. Put both hands in her pants pocket. Stand straight with both feet treading hard on the ground using black and shiny pantofel shoes that are made of real leather.

Restless and constantly restless not because of the hot sun but the contents of the envelope sent by his lover to his residence which was deliberately aimed for the wife.

Move here and there while humming in the heart. "A lot of cars came, not a single time I found the guy, cih!" Immediately want to rush home to pick up the envelope.

Don't know why? Suddenly he did not want the woman in his house, who is now his wife, to know about it. He seemed unwilling until his wife saw the contents of the envelope.

Swinging the legs tightly. Remove the car by forced from the parking lot and then be careful without being monitored by the parking guard. Closing the car door and then entering the key and driving away from the parking lot then suddenly he stopped and gave the parking money to the guard he had been looking for.

"Thank you, sir," he said, taking the money Ilker gave him, surprised and grateful, seeing the car go on. "Hopefully his life is happy." Too happy that he lightly prayed for that person.

"Len, then?" ask Cecar with a half question.

"Then what?" Alin again asked because he had wasted a lot of time serving for his big boss.

"You're planning on giving it a chance?" Cecar asked again next.

Alen did not answer. He picked up a glass that he had never touched before. Glancing at him briefly while sipping drinking water until it runs out.

"Hmmm, relieved!" he thought he had no problem. "There's no better job than here!" Sighing deeply, looking down at the glass he had placed on the table.

Staring at the nanar with the lost wishful thinking carried by the wind. Silence mute a thousand languages saw his friend as if to make Cecar not bear. "Hows it? We're leaving now?" Cecar gave a suggestion asking his friend's heart which was again troubled.

"Where to go?" Thinking about his friend's question. "Go home or go back to the office" he said, turning his face to her.

He just shrugged his shoulders signaling that he didn't even know. Leaving the cafe that had exposed them to a burst of fire.

Get into paying for their orders both. "Thank you, Ma'am," said Cecar.

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