Marriage is Because of Trust
Fall ill

"I know, Mas," he said looking down at the floor. "Originally Tau. I never messed around, Mom," she said softly telling the truth. To be honest it has not been able to soften the heart of her husband who hunted was already prejudiced against her.

Clean the name that has been damaged in the eyes of the husband due to a marriage that went through without love. "I never wanted to be my husband before." Saying the truth she did not want to say, glanced at her silent husband.

The words warmed the heart of the husband. Squeezing his right fist tightly because he did not like the woman he married was now too articulate.

"Today you've shown me who you really are." Clenched his fingers tightly and forgot his injured hand.

Dhyia instantly fell silent and felt uneasy because her words that just came out of her mouth just now seemed to offend her husband.

"Mas, I didn't mean it at all, like that, let alone intentionally saying it," he said softly mixed in dismay. "Originally, I know that was a good man I had met. Mom, always worried about me first. I am also very concerned about my health. So, I couldn't possibly make it, Mas disappointed. When I have no one. Aunty and Mas are the ones who love me all this time." Regretting all the mistakes in front of him. "Meski Mas hates me so much and never thinks of me. But I still respect, Mas as my husband."

Recollecting the beginning of the mistakes that occurred. Silent thinking that if everything could be reworked, she would not want to enter the Carya residence. Even if his life hangs on the streets. It was better he thought than to repay a debt of gratitude that ended in regret and suffering.

"God!" Grins . "Suami" he said as if to sneer at his wife and laugh at the words he heard. "Why haven't I ever felt it, hm?" He asked the wife he looked at deeply. "Just because you've been worrying about me all this time." Snide laugh. Glancing at the trousers she was wearing had been sticking blood from her hands.

His black work pants have saved him from the wife's diamond who is quite observant to pay attention to every awkwardness. Massaging his chest of relief and widening both eyeballs as his gratitude to the Khaliq for saving him from the eye of the wife who was still standing behind him.

"Anything Mas hates me, I'll be able to accept it, Mas. But I'll never put it in my heart. And I'll never hate you, either." Look at the husband's back.

Even if the heart is sliced hate does not have to be repaid with hatred because love and compassion can defeat everything. So, for what we have to be dissolved in something that can damage the heart. Is not the heart sincere and holy that we must keep its purity.

Dhyia smiled sweetly in her heart training herself to be firm and patient. "Stay like this, Mom. If this is what makes you happy, I'm fine. But allow me to always live it, as you wish, Auntie." Staring back at that back that started to spin towards him.

"Omong empty! The more days you get wiser and too brave. You've been talking too much. To the point that I can't hear it. Now get the fuck out of here! I'm lazy to listen to your next babble." Stare at him with a rough face.

Even if the sun is covered with cloudy clouds it will not sink, even if rain falls on the earth. However, it will never be eroded.

Spontaneously he immediately turned to the husband who had the heart to throw him away. It felt sober that his mind was staring at the back that had driven him away sternly.

"Good, Mas. Assalamualaikum." He came out with tears in his eyes.

Closing the door, resisting the heart-wrenching chant. He continues to encourage himself who is now living alone.

The hope step is not just a wishful thinking. However, it is the beginning of the world story that will be the determinant of direction. During the rainy season has not changed autumn as long as it is not too late to look for the gap of both feet stepping.

Dhyia smiled mixed with the light that was currently enveloping her, ever since the life choices she had taken. Shock and was surprised to see her makeup glass crack.

"So, it doesn't seem to exist." Remembering when he wanted to pray turned to the mirror.

"Bi, I'm sorry, I've brought the drinking water, '" she said from the voice recorder.

Sontak bi Benar also widened in surprise mixed after hearing the statement from his young mistress. "What's Him?" Panic from behind the voice recorder.

Mr. Altan who heard it from behind fell silent, like a statue. Gawking and shock while massaging his forehead. "I'll definitely be fired!" Placing his hand on his forehead despairing.

"Him! Why did the Madam do that," regretted True Profound. " Mister must be furious?!" Turning back to see a pale Pak Altan well imagine the life of his son and wife.

Dhyia felt guilty and immediately ran out to her two aides.

"Bi!" Standing on the steps of the stairs called out to Benar bi with guilt.

"Him! Why is Madam so reckless and not thinking of us?" True complaining full of regret.

"Bi, it's not like I don't think about Auntie and Mr. Altan. But just now, Mas Ilker shouted asking for water. So, I was confused and panicked . That's why I brought it. Bi, please forgive me." Put both hands in right hands.

Upstairs, Ilker suddenly felt unwell. He had started to cheer, the air conditioning device he turned off instantly. He came out of his office which was still half a mess. Dropped his body on the bed and covered it with a thick blanket.

Mr. Altan is still riled up. " Yes, when you get there, you fire us, how do you eat my son and my wife?" ask Pak Altan with a compassionate face that makes Dhyia unbearable and increasingly feel guilty.

"Bi, just calm down. I'll try to talk to Mas Ilker." Flipping left both of her household assistants in disarray.

Reopening the room door carefully, she was immediately amazed to see the husband who was not, as usual. Turning his head slowly looked at the wall clock.

"Mas!" call her to approach her husband slowly, peeking out from under the slightly open blanket. "Mas!" call her back in curiosity because her husband is now silent and does not open his eyes in the slightest. "It's weird, it's still late" she said, watching her husband fall asleep.

She then left her husband to take ablution to pray.

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