Marriage is Because of Trust
Behind the properties of Altan and Cecar

"His, we better wait a minute. Later if it has not come, then we have to ask paka altan to call him back," suggested True.

The woman kept looking at her husband's face. If she's lying down for a long time, she'll come here. Dhyia again took the body temperature meter and pinned it in the armpit of the husband slowly, so that he knew the heat now.

"Him, don't worry. The doctor will be here soon?!" right Word who felt the mistress's worry.

"Yes, Bi." Thin smile towards Right. Gently stroked her husband's hand, still wrapped in a tie.

Sit next to my husband. Dhyia was very enthusiastic to know immediately what her husband's hand was hurt.

From behind the madam, Benar continued to look at the two people who loved each other but, unwilling to admit between them. Girded sweetly by silently looking at his young master who grasped the hand of the wife tightly.

It's heartbreaking to think. Resisting the sense that has been implied with all selfishness. Shame for his weakness if he confesses his love to his wife.

"Him, rest! Clean yourself up, Madam. Let me wait, young master here, His."

" No, Bi. I will keep watch, young master until the heat is slightly lowered." Look at the husband who doesn't want to see him anymore. "Auntie just rest. It's late in the afternoon, Bi." Remembering the clock he had just seen.

On this afternoon, Mr. Altan was seen pacing back and forth walking here and occasionally glancing at the phone that had been disconnected, waiting for the doctor who never gave news.

For Mr. Altan, his young master is the main periority because if he is sick he will act, like a spoiled child. So as soon as possible he should be able to find another way to cure his young master if the doctor does not come.

Look at the clock hanging in front of the door. " Good, His. If, uh, Madam needs something, Auntie's downstairs, her." Right away from his employers, glancing back occasionally while holding the door knof.

Close it and then go down the stairs while smelling an unpleasant smell. After touring the Carya residence to find Pak Altan. He had not changed his clothes either by washing his face.

"Pantesan," he murmured, smelling the scent from his body. Rush quickly down the stairs and open her hijab tidying her hair. Swinging your feet down the stairs with both eyes looking at the stairs that pass.

The sound of feet was heard in addition to the sound of his feet stepping rapidly, approaching the source of the sound.

"Sort of like no work. Pondar mandir! Pondar mandir!" true Susul is curious.

"Where am I, not how am I. The doctor has not come yet either," said Mr. Altan, staring rightfully sad with both eyes.

True also sighs heavily to see the look on the face of Pak Altan who almost gave up hope. "Don't despair! He's been a long time, this family doctor. So, how could he not come." Restless because the unpleasant odor is increasingly more riveting and uncomfortable to see Pak Altan clothes that are always dry washing.

"But it's like this." Look at the wall clock hanging right on the phone table. "Fifteen minutes to the Maghrib."

"Then after I finish taking a shower. I'll wait for him. You just go pray," said Benar caving.

His face was immediately unbearable, considering the chess game that had been delayed. Hoping that he would deceive True, pretending to want to continue the work of others in order to avoid the shackles of his young master.

"If she realizes I can't go anywhere?!" he said in his heart happily and happily carrying out the plan.

On the other hand, Cecar and Alen were very stubborn and seemed to be in a fog after hearing the words directly triggered by the leader to him.

"Car, I'm confused about where I'm tomorrow?" Backing the chair back. "When did he prove it to me and my mother where else to eat?" He asked bitterly, staring at the glass of the car.

Cecar who carries a car breaks the silence just stay still and listen to all complaints Alen.

"My mom and my house all need money. My savings are not much. How could my mother and I survive." Look at the person sitting on the side of the road. "Living in the middle of the road?" he was afraid when he saw the children eating on the side of the road. Glanced at Cecar who had yet to respond.

Alen looked at his mother's face that flashed for a moment. All their needs, Alen is the one who bears them. If you expect from the salary of the mother it will not be enough.

"That's not gonna work. Maybe he fired you. It was just his bluff. He has always been, like that all along. Likes bluffing and ditching! A little bit! Threats," said Cecar.

"Yes, but his face was angry and serious!" he said, glancing at Cecar. "You anyway! Too busy with your new game. Until your boss's face is just you don't see," continued Alen scolded, increasingly leaning his body into the back of the chair.

"I don't want to see it. I could be, I could be, too," he said, glancing at Alen withholding laughter.

Suddenly the woman sitting next to him instantly turned pias and horrified and undoed her intention to lean back casually.

"Oh, I just found out . Apparently, you're not a loyal friend. You seem to have thought of that, hmmm!" Nodding furiously. So, apparently I've been friends with the wrong people all this time." Alen felt quite knowing, that his friend was not willing to feel the bitterness of his own friend. Biting her two molars while tightening her lips together.

His little sneaky son never wants to stand behind his friend when his friend stumbles into trouble, so he likes to be friends with Alen because Alen his son can be manipulated and utilized.

Alen still remained silent and glanced at Cecar cynically mixed with a hint of hatred. Adjust his sitting position and turn his head and tilt his body to the left staring out the car window.

"Len, you're craving, huh?" goda Cecar asked back after seeing his friend throw his face away from him. The uneasy feeling from her attitude just now made her realize and feel guilty. "I'm not that bad, really," he said bitterly, staring straight at the vehicle that crossed the road. "A little bit like that. But, it's not, as you think. It's true that I don't like helping friends, let alone getting into trouble. Not that I'm not loyal, man. But I don't want to repeat the same mistake again" he said, driving breaks up crowded streets and is crowded with motorists.

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