Marriage is Because of Trust
Caught by his wife

In the kitchen, the two house assistants were seen chatting small. Laughter that is often heard with this crisp joke is even lost as if swallowed by the earth.

"Sir Altan, why are you daydreaming?" tanya Right pretend. He actually knew what his friend was thinking.

"I'm afraid that, Mr. Ilker is firing us. Son, what does my wife eat? Even the house is still contracting again?" regretfully flipping backwards right in the direction of bi True.

In addition to Pak Altan, Benar is also struggling to imagine in the future. Silently dragging a broom with her gloomy face.

After the prayer and salute to the right and to the left. She no longer prayed, she instead hurriedly woke up and took a glance at her husband who was still asleep, astonished and confused to see the husband who was not, as usual.

Holding her face and hurriedly hurrying to arrange the mukena and prayer mats that had been folded by her and returning towards the bed anxiously looking at the husband.

"Mas, you don't usually want to sleep this late." Glancing at the clock that already showed at 16:40 WIB with the worry that he suddenly felt.

Staring in the face of her unconscious husband. The man if only he knew the woman was staring at him, like that. He would have been very angry or perhaps he would have told her to sleep in another room.

"Is Mas Ilker sick?" He asked inwardly while thinking of searching for the unknown.

Both of her eyes continued to pay attention to the body of the husband who was covered by a blanket and opened it by force. That guy's really good. He was very good at covering his hands from his wife. Already in pain, he was still hiding it.

"I know you, Mas. And I know so much about you, even though you never knew it. Pulling his arm which made him suspicious slowly and also surprised when their skin touched. Spreading both his eyes and then holding the forehead of the husband.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Your body is very hot," he said panic immediately take a body temperature gauge.

She also stuck the thermometer in her husband's armpit. Unbutton his shirt a little. Worry and fear must have disturbed him because if the man knew the behavior of the wife who had dared to touch him he would have been furious.

Nervously mixed carefully he took the temperature measurement device slowly and attached his gaze to look at the husband with a look on his face.

Seeing the results secretly from the care of the husband. Shock saw the heat was quite high.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Your heat is very high," he murmured frantically at the number listed. Brave to touch her husband's forehead. "Mas, I'll call, Doctor." Squeezing voice recorder. "Bi, can you please call, Doctor. Mas Ilker is sick, the heat is very high, Bi." Glancing at the husband with a worried look mixed with sadness.

Right that was just dazed in a daze hearing suddenly there was a voice calling. Shut up and gawk.

"Bi! Auntie listen, no!" the screams were getting louder from behind the recorder.

"Oh, yes, it." He immediately jumped up to the recorder. "Yes, New. What's up?" tanyanya, gulp.

"Mas Ilker is sick, Bi. Her body is so hot. Please call, Doctor now, Bi."

"Yes, Yes, Yes!"

"Secual Bi. Please bring me some water to compress, Mas Ilker. You see I'm afraid, Bi, later Mas Ilker why-why," he said in a soft voice, glancing at the husband.

"Good, Yeah. Well, I'll take you." Disconnect the voice recorder.

"Mas, why are you quiet. If you are sick." Approaching her husband and standing by the bed. "If I knew you were sick. I'm not going to say anything back, Mom." Squatting while gluing her body on the edge of the bed saw her husband's helpless face. "If only I knew you were sick, Mom. I'll just shut up whatever you say."

"His, this is the water," said True entering after knocking on the door holding the bowl.

Spontaneous Dhyia let go of that hand grip for a moment. "Come, Bi." He immediately took it in panic.

Wet a small towel and then put it on the forehead of the husband. It was astounding for the wife this time he, as given a fresh breeze by the Khaliq to take care of the husband during the marriage he lived.

It was nice to be mixed up and to be seen on her sincere face while looking at her husband. Gratitude continues to be expressed as thanks for all these opportunities.

"Bi, can the doctor come?" dhyia asked, glancing towards True who looked panicked as well.

"Allah! Aye, His. I almost forgot." Stick her hand. "Attent, New. I call, Mr. Altan first." Run outside.

Dhyia's hand stopped on the towel that was attached to the husband's forehead. Terpelongo see True who often forget.

Screaming and taking a deep breath held her gel laughter in the heart that wanted to go out and came back curious to see her husband's hand that tickled her to the point of curiosity.

The deg!

Gluey!

He immediately gawked widening his two eyeballs looking at the hand that was stuck above his hand. I can't believe I saw what he saw. The hand that had been helping his life had now been injured, he thought looking at the hand softly and smelling the wound.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Because I am now your life so, like this," he said, shedding tears. Putting her husband's hand on her cheek. Feeling guilty again for what happened.

"Sir! Sir!" Right, running around the room tiredly. "Oh!" The snorting almost gave up on seeing nothing he was looking for at all. Staring at the whole room that he saw. "House is so big!" Despairing.

Mr. Altan who was being sought by Benar was again engrossed with his two colleagues who were none other than the gatekeepers.

The three of them were playing chess.

"Why should you be sad?" Balin glanced at the gloomy Pak Altan while playing chess to his foe.

"Master wouldn't be that kind of. If it is Mister, the person is that tall, maybe we have been depak from here, from a long time ago," said Balin, glancing at his co-star. Holding back an amused laugh because he did not know that Balin had played three rounds.

"That was when the Madam was alive. If that I also know," continued Pak Altan, glancing towards his co-star Balin who was too often negligent in his duties. "If that's the case, there's no need to worry." Remembering the man who played chess was often out hanging out drinking coffee at the stall.

.

.

.

Seriate...