Marriage is Because of Trust
An explanation that soothes Dhyia's heart

After all this time, Altan waited for both of them. Suddenly a knocking sound was heard from outside. However, True did not arrive.

He was sitting next to the phone table daydreaming and imagining him winning a chess match. Forced to open the door.

"That's who, anyway?" Move on from her daydream, dragging both feet.

His feet were walking silently. Stop behind the door and tilt your head looking out of the window glass. Put his right hand on the door knof and open it slowly.

Jeglex!

The door was opened and suddenly made Pak Altan shocked. True who saw him from afar was laughing at the reaction of his friend who jumped in shock. The well-dressed man smiled at the open door.

"What's up, sir?" I asked the person in front of him.

"I'm Doctor. Earlier, there was a call to me. He said, "Here someone is sick, ' replied the doctor innocently.

"Ooh!" Pak Altan spontaneously said. "Father, anyway," smiled shyly.

"Please come in, sir!" Opening the door wide while walking in front guides the doctor. True who saw him also massaged his chest to see his friend.

Climbing the lazy rungs he climbed . "Come, Doc." Altan knocked on the door of the mistress who had not been cut from the inside and opened it.

",Sorry, New. This is the doctor coming" whispered Mr. Altan to the madam, swinging his right hand to his left.

Dhyia immediately moved from her seat and turned her head for a moment. "Assalamualaikum, Doctor," she said politely and invited the doctor to check on her husband's condition, after he let go of the husband's grasp slowly, so as not to wake up and make himself shocked.

The doctor opened the bag that stored his medical equipment. Forward to the man who had long known him even known his family as well. While saying hello back to the greetings from women who wear all-closed clothes.

Altan stood in the back waiting for the doctor to finish examining the weak man without a sound.

"How, Doctor condition my husband?" dhyia asked frantically, seeing a serious doctor examining the husband.

The injured hand, he checked and opened the pad slowly, so that the lying man would not wake up and scream in pain.

"The injury is pretty bad. It's possible that some glass shard was left inside." Looking around the wound. "It seems like it's been a while." Glancing at the woman standing up, why didn't she notice it, the doctor thought.

"Sorry, Doc. I just knew." Giving an answer after the look in the eye accused him of being stoned.

"This is the cause of the fever" said the doctor cleaning the wound with an antiseptic. Previously the doctor had injected fluid, so that the patient was calm if the wound was treated.

Dhyia felt bitter, looking at her husband who, it seems, was hurt here. Looking at the poor and helpless handsome face.

If only he had to overpower the turn of time. Maybe he'll change everything back, like before. However, what power. He was only a weak man and could do nothing but be patient and tough. If there were no transverse aral she would decide to go far away leaving everything behind for the happiness of her husband.

The hand was cleaned and treated by the doctor. The well-dressed man was very patient and painstakingly cleaning it.

"It shouldn't be this bad, ' said the doctor amid the silence of the two standing behind him. "But because it's been bruised and bruised. So, she had to, like this, have a fever and be unconscious."

Sighing deeply due to carelessness towards minor injuries. Impactful and fatal to the patient.

"I'm sorry, Doc. We pay less attention to it" said Dhyia directly from behind, regretting her carelessness.

"I know and I understand that. Maybe the patient doesn't want to bother anyone or maybe he thinks this is just an ordinary wound that will heal without treatment" continued the doctor who dripped the liquid medicine and put a bandage, so that the wound is not rubbed by objects that are nudged and safe from dust.

Mr. Altan who was still accompanying the madam saw Benar enter carrying a drink in the tray.

He really wants to know his heart is not because he wants to learn to play chess. Staring with eyes begging for help. However, True darling is not as smart as she can read the heart.

Miris and very sad his desire has repeatedly failed. "Damma!" Laughter was heard whispering in his heart mocking his weak self in the presence of True and his young master.

Staring at her mistress who was worried about the condition of her husband and young master who always backfired for her.

"Oh!" Sighs into the air looking at the ceiling of the room. "If there was a miracle I could disappear and it had a door, surely I would have gone missing from here, like lightning?!" He kept staring at asbestos.

Dhyia rushed over and breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor has started to move and clean his hands in the sink that is in the bathroom precisely next to the shower covered with glass walls.

Dhyia kept looking at her husband from behind the back of the doctor who covered her earlier. Even though the man lying down had hurt his heart many times. But he still loves that man.

"After this he will surely wake up?!" said the doctor. "He was like this probably because of the wound so he dropped and was unconscious" said the doctor who had cleaned both hands. Tidying up the clock that was coiled around his wrist. "I've given you a prescription and please make it as soon as possible, so that the wound will dry quickly." Sitting after being paused by Pak Altan. Sipping the tea that has been served by True earlier.

"Don't you, after this the heat will go down?" dhyia asked worried about her husband's situation.

"The heat will go down after the hand is treated." The doctor again saw the hand of Ilker who had known each other for a long time since Ajnur Barlian Carya and Madame Afsheen were still alive. "You don't have to worry. It can still be handled. Good thing you guys contacted me quickly." Look at the bandage that wraps around the palm.

Dhyia's face was immediately grateful and relieved. "Thank God, if my husband's hand is okay, Doc. " Smiling with pleasure to hear it.

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