Marriage is Because of Trust
Really concerned about seeing it

Slowly his two sharp eyeballs glanced at the bed. She glanced at her husband silently walking straight behind her curiously, what was he doing behind her. Staring at her husband's movements in a serious manner, followed by her eyes, she saw a large package, shaped like an envelope on the bed.

He slowly reached out and took the envelope and took it to the office. Dhyia who had been watching was suspicious and asked to see the attitude of the husband who seemed to know something.

"Mas, have you eaten?" Brave to lure her husband, asking . Looking at her husband's back with a gurgle.

"Eat yourself. I'm not hungry" he answered briefly without looking at his wife.

Ilker sangat penasaran dan cemas ketika melihat amplop yang dia pegang. Dia terus melirik amplop yang di pegangnya di tangan sebelah kirinya dengan erat dan rasa penasaran. Dia pun terus memegangnya dengan erat, agar amplop itu tidak terjatuh dari tangannya kemudian membuka pintu dengan tangan sebelah kanannya.

"Mas, I don't know who it is from," said Dhyia from behind stopping her husband's steps because the husband didn't ask anything about the envelope.

He just kept quiet. Standing in the middle of the door and slightly clinging to the door leaf.

"So, the one who escorted her to the room was Bi Benar." Continuing his half-hanging speech carefully and quietly, squeezing his fingers down.

She was so adorable when the wind came in waving her hijab. His mind was immediately pleased.

Again he just kept quiet, listening to the voice of his wife who felt heavy. Staring straight at the door support pole. He listened to his wife's next words.

"After that I put it there, Mom. I haven't opened it yet. I just put it there. So that you can see it immediately." Delivering all the contents in her head carefully from the anger of her husband who suddenly could stick out. But today is different. No matter how much she spoke, the husband standing in front of her just kept quiet while listening to her quietly.

"Mas!" call him again with a little fear. Squeezing his cold fingers tightly. His body now felt trembling and wanted to plummet.

Ilker still remained silent on a thousand languages, the brown envelope still tightly grasped.

"...can't I ask for something." Opened his mouth back with a bitter tone of voice, gulped, scared and exhaled deeply.

The deg!

Ilker immediately trembled. His heart suddenly pumped irregular blood. His hands are a little cold, his feet are limp and want to fall to the floor his feelings are more and more unfazed, lately towards the wife when she hears his voice. However, it was a pity that he still remained silent mute a thousand languages against it. Not once was that feeling ignored.

Dhyia also on the other hand had actually panicked because her husband had just been silent and sculpted. She didn't know whether or not her husband was actually listening to her. However, he had to keep his courage in order to keep his promise to himself.

"... Mas, I'd like to ask... ." Shut up while taking a deep breath. Resisting the fear that begs. "...can't you, Mas?" She asked again, which made her husband almost lose his patience. Biting the molars firmly and then want to release his voice towards the wife who plan.

The woman turned out to be the same. She was upset because her husband had just heard. Sometimes he grasped the tip of his hijab strong to vent his frustration against the husband. Raising both eyes looked at the back of her husband who was standing tilted at the door.

"...I'd like to ask for an assistant, Mas," he said stammered, taking a deep breath.

Ilker spontaneously surprised then sighed. The man before him actually wanted to laugh out loud at his wife's innocent request. However, his sense of defeat by his hatred of the wife. His blindness of heart and ambition for love now make him a stone-hearted man. The love which he hanged to the idol of the heart, to him was like the eyes of a goddess who brought salvation.

"Have you?Anything else?" he asked after seeing his wife shut up. Leaving his wife and entering the work room just like that, carrying the envelope that was still in his grasp without turning his head and giving an answer to his wife's request and closing the door in a cold manner.

Not everything we want we can get. Sometimes there are people who come just to stop by and some who settle down just to test patience, to the point where you can row your boat.

Smiling is what he does now. Walking out of the room while looking at the door of her husband's office.

"Bi, is there anything I can eat?" dhyia asked puffing both of her cheeks smiling in anguished hold.

"Eee, Madam." Right immediately rotate the body after putting vegetables and fish.

"There, His. But this is all," answered True, feeling very happy because the lady already wants to go to the kitchen. "Is Madam hungry?"

"M." Mmm." Nodding. "Yes, Bi I am hungry" he answered, pulled up a chair, sat down and poured a drink into the glass he had taken.

"Him, eat a lot. Let the madam be well. And the dizziness goes away." Correctly turning the body put the plate it took. Right so attentive with Dhyia.

"Good, Bi." Smiling covered his heart. No matter how much her husband hated her, however, she still had people who loved her very much. Take rice, vegetables and fish. Thankful that she can still be given strength by the Khalik to face her marriage.

"Him, if only, Mrs Afsheen were still alive." Right so happy to say that. Take a deep breath. "All for sure, like the old days?!" said. "Mistress, she'll always laugh and go out every day."

A tablespoon that wants to touch his lips also jolts wants to fall. Rice that is still in the mouth so heavy feel like chewing it. He was very sad when those memories were spoken by True.

It's true that I'm getting more and more happy to tell stories. "Although take a walk out, just a minute, Him. That doesn't make Mrs Afsheen sad. He was even happy that he could already take the Madam out."

"Tante does not like it, Bi inside the house continues. Especially in the past, 'Mas Ilker is abroad." I wish it could go back and change everything, as it was.

Right then exhaled a rough breath, concerned to see what had happened why? Like at the moment. Seeing his master eat with a moody heart. Fold the washcloth and then neatly arrange it. Below counter table.

Dhyia who single-handedly sat down to chew the rice until it ran out. Expecting the uncertain. Of course painful will even add to the deep wounds. To hold back tears for empty hope.

"Mrs, it's true, yes! If we have to go out once in a while," True murmured remembering the words of his mistress who was gone, continuing to rest.

"Bi, then. Aunty comes out sometimes. Look out there, where do you know Bibi can breeze fresh so as not to be saturated," he continued chewing the food that stayed last in the mouth.

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