Marriage is Because of Trust
The past slides are back

Not to mention Ziya Yilzid, a top-notch model who misses the lover due to his carelessness and ambition. He had to let go of losing the attention of his loved ones.

Sitting languidly on the bed while looking at a photo of the heart adoration stored in the mobile phone gallery. Open the on button and slide it up, finding the contact of the man she loves so much.

The crane! The crane! The crane!

The connection was entered and connected to the contact he wanted which from earlier in his contact there was no answer at all. Wait patiently for a few minutes.

The sound of the ringing was also faintly heard by Dhyia who was solemnly praying. Hurriedly he immediately closed his prayer and looked for the voice.

The crane! The crane! The crane!

The voice was still heard and continued to sound. He sharpened his hearing and continued to look for the source of the loud voice.

In the kitchen, Mr. Altan who was carrying dirty clothes shouted for his comrades in arms.

"Really! Aye! Right!" he looked around three times. True still quietly enjoying the fried foods that they cooked themselves.

The husband's office was his last destination for the source after he found nothing in the room.

Holding the unlocked door knof, it made him curious and curious. Following the ringing sound that he heard quietly, so as not to be heard by the husband.

He continued to look for where the loud sound of the phone was. Surround every corner and closet just to listen to the lost-emerging sound. Approaching a desk he suspected and then looking at a dead cell phone. He immediately turned to the books that were not neat because the phone was dead.

The deg!

Gluey!

When he saw the white sheet of paper that was inscribed with heart-wrenching words of indiscretion after he tried to tidy up the books that were scattered earlier. "Mas," he said softly looking at the contents of the sheet.

Lemas felt all over his body saw the sign of separation spoken by the husband through the intermediary of a piece of paper. Her tears washed down both cheeks.

Shaking and tightness feels his chest now. It's not like the lips to scream. The bated sobs broke out, screaming in the heart.

Not a regret that is mourned but, hope that too big is regretted. Staring at the paper in his hand.

Debris is getting scattered in the heart. Like a broken frame that is not housed.

See the call coming back into the husband's cell phone. His heart was increasingly sliced to see the name that was plastered clearly in the phone.

"That woman should be the place of your happiness, Mas." Staring at the white sheet and also the phone that reads the name, Dudu.

I've been through the season and I've been through it with you. But you still remain ambiguous. You still consider this manless self a stranger. There's not much I'd expect just a speck of dew to bring happiness.

Dhyia slammed into the wall. Both of his legs were very weak. Tears continue to wash over her hijab.

He was crying in an empty locked room. At night, every night he prayed and prostrated in the middle of the night to complain about the burden he was living and even asked for a little happiness to the Khaliq for his marriage, although he eventually had to stay away. The day had passed however, the test of life still continued to approach him alternately.

Ziya Yilzid threw his phone back on the bed. Sorrow is mixed with annoyance because the lover does not want to lift his call. Though he just misses and wants to treat the taste by listening to the soft voice of the idol who speaks softly to him.

"Burcu! Burcu! Burcu!" Screaming loudly, like a depressed person, looking at the door.

The Burcu was far downstairs where it could probably hear its voice from above being tightly shut by doors and walls.

The crane! The crane! The crane!

Mobile phone connection is also connected. However, unfortunately the bodyguard did not hear it at all because he was busy installing MP3s in both ears to hear his favorite music.

"This bodyguard! When he needed her there was none" complained Yilzid biting his molars in annoyance. Picked up the phone and dialed the number many times. "eeeeeh! Where the hell is he? Just worked a few days. He had already begun to dare," he muttered who did not remember how many days the bodyguard had been working.

Sit down and drop his body back on the bed . Remembering something that can make him busy. Twisting both his eyes thought.

Instantly he immediately remembered about the letter he sent just to the Carya residence, laughed loudly and immediately opened the phone call back, which was a friend who had helped him carry out the plan.

The connection was entered and immediately lifted by the person behind the mobile phone.

📱"Hello Yilzid! What else are you doing, huh? Call me?" ask the voice from behind the phone.

📱" Sob, I'm again sad and confused," he replied .

📱 "Why?" tanyanya wanted to know from behind the phone.

📱"You know you! Since I sent that letter. Until now he has no news. I'm calling! He did not want to answer at all," he was confused.

📱" He won't answer? How can you ?" Wonder from behind the phone.

📱" Yes! I don't know! I was so, afraid that he might get angry and leave me," said Yilzid, despairing, staring at the ceiling of his room.

📱"Sob, relax first! Fear not! If he wants to leave you. I think it's been a long time," he replied from behind the phone. "But this isn't! Try me! You look and pay attention. He's been the same as you all along! That how?"

Yilzid momentarily contemplated what his friend had said, twirling his mind back.

📱"Yilzid! you are the woman he loves the most, even from High School when you were friends and not yet made. He never wanted to be near any woman. Even if there was a woman who wanted to approach him or greet him, she just kept quiet and did not look at him and think of him, like the last wind. You remember, don't you?"

Yilzid immediately smiled a little happily remembering his past back. At that time Ilker only saw one woman in his life, namely, a woman named Ziya Yilzid. High School Bench is a bench that makes him happy and colorful with a man who is paying attention to him. It really makes him flower-flowered to remember the good times that were repeated by the story of the friend.

📱"So why are you worried about him and afraid that he will stay away from you."

📱"But, I've made a mistake. I had been presumptuous to send the letter to her," she lamented her love for the future. "So too, when he came here, he was angry with me. He's never been, like that. But earlier, because of that letter he yelled at me." Tear down. "You know what, man? He used to look at me gently. But since that incident! He looked at me harshly." Roll with a tangled heart.

📱"Then how? Do you want to take the letter back from his house?" He asked after hearing the sorrow of his friend.

Yilzid only bends his face, followed by the phone still stuck to his ear, staring at the nanar with a blank look.

📱"I don't know," she replied confusedly. Look at the door that is still closed.

Like a rumpuk misses the moon, that's what's pictured on him right now. Waiting, waiting and hoping. His anger broke again because his phone did not get picked up.

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