Marriage is Because of Trust
Remember the chocolate envelope

On the highway a luxury car that has not been repaired it passed, like wanting to pass the road owned by his own ancestors. Tighten and break through shrewdly. Driving alone is still in demand by him. He has never wanted to have a personal driver since he got married and continues to be in a relationship with his girlfriend.

Passing the winding road and the sharp turns had already become part of his life when he was plagued by problems. Stop at a tall house fence and honk a marked horn so that the gatekeeper immediately opens the fence.

Entering in the middle of the guards lowered their heads in greeting, not missing too, balin, who has known his young master since he often did that as a joke against Ilker who was a child and again funny.

However, all that changed when Ilker grew up and especially now he lives life as a husband from a woman he never loved. The affection for his wife now remains but it is just pity.

This is what makes him dilemma and indecisive, letting go of the woman he married or keeping her . This choice grew in his mind so that it made his head tangled and always wanted to get angry.

"Allan!" looking at the door of the house that has not been opened, close the car hard.

Dhyia who was still in the room after performing her obligatory prayers during the day accidentally heard the screams. He quickly folded his mukena and prayer mats into place and ran to the window and threw the brown envelope on the bed.

"Mas Ilker," he said, running out of the window and out of the room, ran down the stairs and opened the door.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" Welcoming my husband with pleasure. It was a pity to be happy that it turned back into sadness, looking at the outstretched hand. Getir and slashed to see a husband who walks without seeing him at all.

"Allan!" his screams immediately left the wife, sitting on the sofa opening her shoes.

He sighed again, stroking his chest patiently. Looking at the husband who never thought he existed.

"Mas, let me help you." Arrange all the feelings that arise in the heart. Neutralize his voice as gently as possible. Though tears are shed in the heart. Bending half body take shoes.

Push it!

Ilker. "No need! Get out of front of me now!" Wreaked his anger on his wife.

The deg!

His hand was firmly thrown back. His body instantly froze, like it was covered in ice. Lips are silent and tightly locked. His normal heart was now pumping so fast that he could no longer see straight properly.

"How many times have I told you. I don't need your help that I want now you're getting out of my sight. Hurry along!" Swinging one of her right hand in the other direction, as a sign that she should go anywhere as long as she does not stand in front of her husband.

Suddenly this further squeezed his heart and strengthened his determination to think. The crystal fell to the floor. He himself was still surprised to hear those words like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight that struck so strong that he pecked in the condition of the body that was still bent with his right hand hanging in the air. "Good Mas." Nodding with a bitter tone of voice mixed with sliced chest. She left her husband without looking at him once. Riding back up the stairs while listening to the scolding of the husband behind him to Pak Altan.

"What's up, sir," replied Altan. Trembling to see his master's face growing pias.

"Where are you from ? Why just came ? You don't know if I'm home?" Exhaling while leaning his body on the sofa to stretch his nervous muscles that are tired from thinking too much. Staring straight at the nanar. "Make me lemon tea cold" he said in a soft tone of voice.

"It was just a few days ago that he was good. Uh, it's changed again" Altan said in his heart.

Ilker looked at the flashing lights playing in his heart, whether Mama and Papa were looking at me now. Staring at a lamp shaped by that person inside.

Mr. Altan in the kitchen sighed many times because every time he opened his eyes it was not his wife he first saw but his young master. Many times Mr. Altan intended to just stop working from the Carya residence because he never lived quietly. "Every morning I hang. Not to mention noon, I had to look at the clock and stand guard in front of the middle door. And also trembling when I suddenly heard a voice." Hitting his head confused to see himself who lately often muttered incessantly, like a woman.

Cut a lemon and put a bag of tea and then take honey and ice water. The glass he had already taken was then filled by the request of his handsome young master. Taking a tray and bringing lemon tea to the boss sitting on his head on the sofa while closing his eyes calmed the mind.

"Sir, this is the tea lemon" Altan said, putting the glass on the table.

"Heeem!" Ilker only mendehem with both eyes still closed considering Dhyia, what it was like when he was scolded just like that. Exhaling a long breath while massaging his forehead firmly, so that the burden that accumulates is dragged along with his hand massage.

"Go!" Ilker waved his right hand, opened his eyes and arranged his sitting position upright, looked at the lemon tea and picked it up directly. This drink is very loved by him, thought Pak Altan smiling to see it from afar. "I feel like I'm looking at you, old little young master." Getting a little slanted looking at his big boss.

Shakes her head while continuing her steps into the kitchen and holding the tray. Cleaning up the dirt from the drink he just made.

Lemon tea cold had been drunk until he was exhausted his feelings of instant relief and calm due to the cold flow that entered soaked his throat and melted his mood and mind.

"Package!" Suddenly he jumped off the couch running around kicking his shoes slammed, climbing the stairs with his long legs.

Jeglek !

Braugh!

Opened the door violently and slammed into the wall. Look at the entire room without a single one being missed. Confused and dazed over his mind again checked all the top of the tolet all the way into the drawer which made Ilker a little curious to see the wedding ring box. Somehow his right hand wanted to take the red box, but it didn't.

The sound of legs was heard from behind Dhyia who was standing breathing in the fresh breeze in front of the window. Looking at the tip of the foot from the tail of the eye she already knew it belonged to her husband.

Stare straight and flinch amid the wind that wags his hijab. Clutching down the window.

"Where else is that envelope?" Dizziness and emotion saw the entire corner of the room he did not meet. Quietly thinking about what he had not seen. Glances ranging from the door to the corner of the room room room as well.

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