Marriage is Because of Trust
Attention not considered

Dhyia was speechless and felt pity seeing True's gaze that was hoping for mercy from her. Give a glass with a heavy heart to him.

"Really! Where's Mr Altan!" his screams came back loudly from inside his study, heard from behind the voice recorder. "Five more minutes are not coming. You I fired!" disconnect the sound.

The deg!

Glek !

True gulped, widened and both his legs were so trembling. His whole body is limp.

The wife who heard it was immediately Istighfar stroked the chest. Heard her husband saying that. His tongue was groaned after seeing True sad.

"Bi, let me just," said Dhyia taking a glass and filling it with drinking water.

"Him, no! Later Sir, angry. Aunty will be looking, Mr. Altan for a moment." Run out the side door.

"Really! Where's the drinking water? Why haven't you come?" Call him back from behind the recorder in a pissed-off voice.

Dhyia was impatient and immediately hurriedly picked up the glass and broke the True command. Dragging his legs tightly up the wide staircase followed by his left hand holding a glass. Stop by the door and open it with her right hand and open the door to her husband's office.

"Mas, here's the drink" she said, putting the glass with her right hand on the table just to the right of her husband.

He pias right away after seeing the glass. His anger was so turbulent that he saw a woman who was not in his tribe delivering a drink.

Sighing neutralized his emotions while putting his right hand on his thigh precisely under the table. "Who told you to?" asked Ilker with a cold tone of voice and face.

Raising one of his feet on his left leg covered by a table and staring at the nanar with both sharp eyeballs and clothes that have not been changed when the wife glances at the body of her husband.

"There is, Mas," he replied in a light tone of voice that made Ilker even more upset.

"heard no? Who's being told to give you a drink, huh?" he snapped with sharp eyes. "Has the recording device in your room changed?" his question raised an eyebrow that met face to face with his wife.

Dhyia fell silent then lowered her head and took a breath. "No, Mas," he replied quietly, shaking his head to see the tip of his foot covered by the shar'i clothes he was wearing.

"Then!" ask the returned husband who did not let his wife survive his grip and still stare at him sharply.

For a moment she thought she wanted to say something that would make her husband slightly die down. "Mas, Mr. Altan is invisible. Maybe he's busy again," he replied cautiously.

"But True Bi is busy too, Mas. And he doesn't know where either, Mr. Altan is. This house is too big. So, it will likely be difficult for True Bi to find Mr. Altan."

Ilker immediately closed his eyes, so as not to get carried away by emotions. Biting his two molars firmly saw the woman standing before him lately had started to talk a lot.

"Do you know about this house?" He asked after his wife was silent. Staring at the wife who was standing down next to her desk sharply. "Hm?" Mendehem because his wife did not answer him at all. "You know? How could I have forgotten the ins and outs of my own home." Staring at his wife seriously for daring to underestimate her.

Dhyia is getting riled up. I don't know why she could talk to her husband that much. Swallowing spit of concern for himself.

"The more days you get smarter" he said to the woman he married for being forced to. "You learn too much. Too much to figure out what it's supposed to be none of your business!" he continued to reason because he did not like the woman he married the same, like other women out there who are not good. Pretend to pick up a book and turn on the laptop, so that the wife does not suspect him. Glanced at his wife who was still sculpting. "Are you not my wife?" tanyanya loudly looked at the wife as a sign that she wanted to listen to the answer from the woman's own mouth because all this time she always felt that she was the wife of the man who was sitting in the chair right in the beside him.

The question immediately soured her heart when she, as a married woman, had not yet acquired the identity of the sacred bond that had ensnared her for nearly two years.

Ilker as a human heart was also sliced when he saw the woman he married had begun to open his mouth and dared to answer and break the rules in the house that he had made. "You didn't marry me to deny my orders, let alone break all the rules in this house" he said to his wife.

"Mas, it did marry me, but it's only because, Auntie. So that I can stay and live in this house. And I accept it too just because, Auntie. Not because of anything else, Mas," she said softly, looking at her husband who got up from the chair and arranged his messy desk.

The crystal fell to the floor. Boiling his heart felt like hot water wanting to overflow.

Look at the husband who still hates him. "Mas, I never meant to argue with you in the slightest. I just want to serve and take a drink, that's all, Mas" he explained to a misunderstanding.

"I don't need your sympathy. And I can still serve myself. So, you don't have to bother with that" he said, looking down to compile a book with his left hand. "Oh, yes one more, from now on don't be so considerate of me. Because I'll never need it, let alone you." Reorder the scattered files on the table neatly, including the white sheet of paper.

He's getting quieter. His heart's getting worse. The hand he had crossed in front of him was now firmly in his crumbs, resisting the turbulent inner blow. Trembling saw her husband who composed the white sheet that was glimpsed by her in a hurry.

"At the same time I can still be alone" he said arrogantly, glancing at his wife with fear that he would see the sheet.

Turning his body arrogantly and turning his back to his wife to keep his hands, so as not to be seen by him. "I know more about myself than anyone else" he continued, putting his right hand into his pants pocket slowly, so as not to be exposed to the edge of the pants pocket.

The woman was increasingly stunned to hear him and felt herself most saddened by the rope of marriage that never gave her happiness at all.

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