Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia and True were shocked

"No, Nya, preferably the one who came out and needed the fresh breeze it was Madam. 'And during the marriage, the Madam had never left the house." continued True clearly. "Again, sir, today at home." Looking towards the woman sitting down while gulping down some drinking water.

The suggestion was unintentionally as if it had insinuated him. Water that has reached the throat feels heavy in the swallow. Exhaling a long breath. "Bi, Mas Ilker, we've been working all day. He needs a break automatically." Covering up the bitter reality that actually happened from True.

"Despite this, His, whose name is the husband, will at times want to take his wife out of the house" he continued. "Times, must be continuous work." Closing the counter table and still turning his back on the madam.

Dhyia was getting dizzy and did not know what to do to hide some other things from her assistant which she thought she did not need to know. Put together his dirty dishes and put them in the sink.

"Bi, Mas Ilker, has officially held the company. So, she must have needed some free time for that. 'Not good, if we suddenly come out. A lot of work is constrained, fearing it even makes Mas Ilker, overwhelmed again." Put the wet plate onto a plate shelf located near the sink. Covering the secret behind his household from True.

True speechless and nods to justify it, that what the woman before him said was true, continued some.

"His, then let Auntie, just replace her to get out of the house, hehehe!" said, grin. Meet interesting smile.

"Yes, already! If Auntie wants to go, please! Outside don't be banged up, Bi. Later the goods can be lost again," ledek Dhiya with a crisp joke. Put the sink-proof sponge into place neatly.

While in the workspace. The chocolate envelope has been blown away on the table. Pulling a chair with hate. Sitting with your mouth still locked. Tear the envelope coating tool and then take a visible white sheet of paper.

He who is impatient wants to see the contents. Mixed with deep curiosity to open the letter.

The deg!

His heart was so shocked and instantly trembled. Both of his eyes glanced at the contents of the reading.

To Yth. Dhyia Kharya's

On the spot

About: Farewell

Assalamualaikum

The signed below :

In Name: Ilker Can Carya bin bla bla...

The letter was read until it was finished.

Braugh!

He punched the table firmly and endured the pain in his injured right hand when he saw the contents of the letter addressed to the lover was not just an empty threat.

"What's this empty muzzle?"

Limp resuscitated his body to the back of the chair. Staring at the nanar of the letter located on the table, which is a farewell letter. Taking a deep breath remembering the wife and mixed with pity, if she chose this, she thought. The crumbs were definitely how he felt at this moment. Hit by the flow of life he chose and was forced to live for years.

"Yes. Maybe, if Auntie ever comes out. Surely his mind will be, calm?! Poor Mr. Altan too, he so, Bibi's target constantly. Sometimes often, Aunt omelin."

Dhyia only exhaled a long breath after hearing the curses of True bi. In addition, he also remembered about himself and his husband who often fuss.

"Pak Altan is indeed a patient man, Bi. He never gets angry when Bibi, omelin. He just mengedumel and left," he replied admiring Pak Altan.

"Mrs right. All this time Auntie, too fierce the same, Mr. Altan." Sweeping the trash while pensive. "Not to mention if you, sir, have gone home. Must have scolded him?! Sometimes Auntie pity, Him. Seeing old Mr. Altan being treated, like that. His lethargic face was instantly parsimonious." Sweep the trash clean.

Dhyia was devastated to hear her husband's right speech. Pensively remembering the incident that happened earlier made him very shocked. He did not expect after he finished praying. She was already in front with the sour face of her husband entering, like a devil's tambet.

"Bi." Look in the Right direction who picked up chili and onions after putting a club and broom in the corner of the wall covered by the counter table.

"Yes, Him." Turning the head, followed by hand picking chili and peeling the onions. "What's up, Him?" tanyanya with both sad eyes highlight, grind cooking spices to stock in the refrigerator.

"I want to be, like aunty." Glancing towards Benar who was holding a chili blender then poured the ground chili into a small bowl covered.

Correctly twisting backwards and surprised while putting the spot of the chili directly. "Why, Why?" he asked curiously to his young master's wife who was not yet willing to answer. Resuming his talk. "Auntie, it's just a worker. If you see something good, like, Madam," he continued, putting the seasoning into a small bowl covered. "Originally, Madam knows, life like this Aunt is not good, a lot of trouble. That's because the lady doesn't know." Looking at his young mistress at a glance, sighing deeply.

"Which problem, Bi? Why didn't Auntie ever tell you?" tanyanya looked straight at the walking bi Benar.

"Auntie never want to tell a story because there is no point in telling it." After all, Auntie had gotten used to never telling Auntie's problems to anyone else. Aunty doesn't like it the most, Nya," she said. "If there's been a lot of trouble, Auntie would have solved it one by one?!" Compose small boxes that already contain ground chili into the refrigerator. Turning around, looking at his master's wife who helped arrange it as well.

"Bi, please tell me, Mr. Altan, to send some drinking water to my office right now!" There was a voice calling from behind a digital voice recorder box attached to the kitchen wall right next to the counter table.

Dhyia was spontaneously startled and her hand holding the small box instantly came to a halt. Looking back towards the counter table.

"Bi, it's Mas Ilker. Just bair me. All I want to do, Mas Ilker ate," he said, closing the refrigerator door.

"But, His being called, Mr. Altan," said Benar anxiously. Wash the blender in a hurry.

"Pak Altan is busy, Bi," he said, taking a glass.

"Him, not His. Let Auntie find Mr. Altan first." Take the glass from Dhyia's hand. "He, because of what Young Master told you, Mr. Altan." Biting both of his lips was worried. "Let's Aunt, find a minute. Because sir, I told you, Auntie. Aunt please don't just put it down!" Right, the more anxious, the more frightened things would happen behind him if he were to break the orders of his young master.

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