Marriage is Because of Trust
Then and now it's different

Tell the story of their dark lives. "The same used to be now obviously different, even the difference is far," continued Balin co-star named Edis.

Their eyes met each other, staring at each other, as if they did not deny what Edis said.

"You're right" said Mr. Altan nodding. He sighed as he turned his seat straight ahead to the road he walked every day. "If now, we can't, like we used to." His two friends stared straight ahead thinking about the past. Where they can still breathe with relief. Even if their employer is at home.

"Now yes, far roast from the fire" said Balin. Boro-boro is coming out. Taking a nap to rest is hard. Especially if he's at the door. Must rush to run. Horrified to know, hinga!" his complaints are increasingly feeling restrained due to the actions of his young master.

"You're right" continued Mr. Altan considering his tragic self always got angry because it was too late to open the door. "Take a minute, you can! If we are thirsty to drink. Better, a glass! We put it back on the table." Stare at him with great disappointment.

"Damahi !" Edis laughed amusedly at the thought of Pak Altan. "That's mah, each one's pain," he said with laughter. "If I did, you didn't. That's because you got a double, hihihi." Glancing at Altan's sad sir. "I'm glad I just keep the gate." Smiling smirked towards Balin who felt insinuated also by his speech and was playing chess up to many times a round.

"What do you mean?" Directly staring, back asking and glaring sharp eyes to Edis.

"Damahi !" Edis only giggled amusedly seeing that the two comrades were exactly the same, like a rat and a cat who often romped with his young master.

"Why are you laughing?" asked Altan, who was troubled, thinking about his life ahead. Turning his head tilted towards Edis who was laughing happily behind him.

"Yes, you look very happy for our suffering" Balin said. "This, sir! About him his only duty is one, play prank us all." Put it to Mr. Altan.

Ducking down to see the chess, remembering his fate a few days ago to be a driver for his young mistress to his master's office.

"Why is my fate apes, anyway?" It's in the heart. Seeing chess that had stopped with a twist.

Another case with True who moaned annoyed to see the house that was too wide he had to go through to find Pak Altan.

"Sir Altan!" he was angry ngedumel. "Where are you, anyway. I'm tired of going around the house looking for you."

The reason altan gathered was only to let off the sad. However, did not have time to enjoy the game of chess he hunted had to go to remember what he heard earlier.

Moving from his seat as seen by Balin. "Sir, how do you go? Where are you going?" Ask from behind Mr. Altan.

"You go inside for a second," replied Pak Altan turning his body slightly tilted. Walking as if it were, like running.

Surrounding the sprawling Carya housing estate is no fun job. Not to mention the blazing sun that hit him to drain a little sweat that makes the head True itchy and sour smell.

"Actually, sir Altan where to, anyway! How I didn't meet you." Turning your body back to look at the entire corner of the page. "This is big again!" he regretfully wanted to cry because he had gone around in circles still had not found what he was looking for.

Walking with the hijab covering her head looking for Pak Altan who made her throat dry.

"Almost I was asleep and relaxed sitting in that place," muttered pak Altan looking down at the road in a hurry because he suddenly wanted to meet with True the problem he heard earlier.

Lately all his work has been hampered. He was confused to see the situation he was facing at the moment. All was nothing even, intermittently he had to keep watch from yelling his young master who was too light to sound at will now.

"Allan!" Right loudly opened his mouth wide which was mixed with empty air and his voice instantly echoed out in the air.

However, until now he has not heard the truth from Pak Altan.

"Here, boy to where, anyway! Noah! Make me dizzy know not! You know, young master is sick. Eeeh! He's even saying it again."

Dragging his legs back in after he surrounded the entire corner of the Carya residence.

Another with Dhyia and another with Pak Altan. Dhyia who was panicking and waiting for news from her housekeeper was agitated because until now she had not heard any news.

While Pak Altan was busy looking right up to look down under the table and chairs.

"Who knew he was hiding here?" muttered Pak Altan who was always disgusting and acting funny. Flipping back his two eyeballs nimbly looked at each corner without being missed in the slightest. "Superficial, nothing." Turning his mind back to remembering another place. "Yeah! Maybe he's there!" Pointing the counter table corner.

He went to a place that made him curious about the small murmurs coming out of his mouth, accompanying his two steps.

" right, how? Have you called, Doctor?" ask for a voice from behind the recording device that makes Pak Altan jerked and stop his search.

"Yes, Doctor." His mind in wonder got more and more chaotic and racked his brain kept thinking. "What's really going on? What don't.jang... ?" Remembering what he heard earlier.

" Yes, Yes." He put his mouth closer to the recorder. "What's up, Him? You're right, you don't exist, Mya," Without listening to the madam's answer. He instantly gave a response that relieved a little of Dhyia's raging heart holding back her own worries.

"Sir, Mas Ilker, high fever. Earlier, said Bi Benar, he wanted to call, Doctor. But until now the doctor, has not come," he replied from behind the recorder, followed by his eyes glancing at the wall clock.

Altan spontaneously followed the panic. "Yes, Him! Aye! Wait, Nya, I'll call you a minute," said Mr. Altan left the recording device.

"Oh young master, you're all sick, again." Run to get the phone and then dial the number.

Half his body bowed in the air with a gripping sense of panic. Wait patiently for the phone to connect.

While Benar is still struggling with his search. See the gardens and places that are often visited by Pak Altan during work at the Carya residence.

"Didnit! I've been looking for him here and there. But I didn't find it at all." Squeezing his fingers, holding his legs that want to slip due to being stepped on a small rock. "Oh!" Kicking a stone in annoyance.

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