Marriage is Because of Trust
Trying to be patient

    What misses me will never be my destiny, and what will be destined for me will never miss me.

~. Umar bin Khattab .~

Dhyia came out of the workroom of the husband in a state of not being okay after she saw the sheet accidentally.

Walking gontai while staring at the husband who is still lying down, set his breath sticking hands on the chest strengthen the channel of the waves that hit back while strengthening the legs standing firm.

"I just found out. Who am I really?" She slowly looked at her husband from afar. "real! Here I am." Only then did he realize the truth. Waking up from a dream that has been hanging in hope.

Dragging both legs, standing in front of the cracked mirror. "If this is my destiny. I'm ready to take it." Talking to yourself in the mirror. Her whole body trembled and limply complained her fate to the Khaliq who loved her husband so deeply.

A love that he would never say to anyone, except the silent love came to him. Wake up from your dreams and take care of yourself.

Turning back stoicly, looking at the condition of the husband that made him worried mixed with anxiety. Running worry want to press the recorder button or down.

She was confused, afraid that her husband would suddenly wake up and hysterically see his hand that had changed bandages.

"I'd better get off" he murmured at the clock hanging. Her husband had to eat and take medicine.

Get down the stairs and enter the kitchen quietly. "Bi, is Mr Altan done ?" Calling a serious True bi wash the used towel compressing.

"Ma-sorry, New! I don't see" answered correctly, stopping the laundry, standing up.

The hijab that covers the head is not visible on the head. True, it does love to wear the hijab, like its young mistress. However, a little different hijab that she wears with the hijab of the mistress, is much different, if the veil of her young mistress is a long hijab up to the waist. However, she is far upside down, likes to wear a headscarf that is limited to the chest even sometimes not.

If he was lazy he would have taken it off lightly. If she is diligent she will wear it while sleeping.

"What is Madam, is there a need?" tanyanya was worried to see the face of her employer. Silence while following her employer's eyeballs spinning. "Have anything to do with the Master, Him?" He asked a little frantically because the lady did not answer.

"Yes, Bi," the answer was immediate which made a right turn in panic. "I forgot, Bi. Said the same Mr. Altan, back to the room. To make up for the prescription of the drug, ' he answered, holding a prescription.

"Yes. Golly, Him!" I panicked and left the laundry. "Forwardly! Auntie call first!" Running fast mixed with anxiety fear that he could not find Pak Altan again.

"Yes, Bi. Please be a little quick, yeah Bi!" said Dhyia saw True running. Silence is mixed thinking about the things that befall him.

Exhaling and praying in the heart to the Khaliq to be given ease in living it. Sitting right next to the terrace that is connected to the location of the archery. Looking at the wall of arrows fixedly, if I were like that," he said implied in the heart that the arrows were released directly about the object. Pointing the spot with both soft and clear eyeballs.

"Him! It's Him! Mr. Altan," said the truth.

"Yes, Nya," he said politely. " Mr.a called me. What's the matter with Him?" tanyakanya.

"Sir, we have to redeem the drug Ilker mas," he said.

"Him, sorry! For that, I don't know. From before! If there is a drug problem. That's Mr. Balin. He knows, His. Where's the pharmacy" said Mr. Altan.

The woman immediately wanted to meet Mr. Balin told his servant to call him. "Then where is Mr Balin ?" tanya looked at her two servants.

"It's been a long time, but I don't know!" Mr. Altan glanced at Benar's footsteps, murmuring in his heart, waiting for the madam.

"Sir, thank you. Now rest!" he said he felt sorry for Mr. Altan.

"Then, excuse me." He left the master.

Dhyia also puffed her cheeks happily towards Pak Altan who disappeared because her husband will recover soon . He left the bench and prepared his husband's dinner.

Preparing the husband's favorite fish stored in the refrigerator that was recently purchased by Mr. Balin. Only Mr. Balin knows best the taste of his young master. Since the beginning of Dhyia entered Carya's house she already knew that Mr. Balin was the one who knew the most about her husband.

He also took care of teflon that was already on the stove, so that the fish did not burn and then made the man's favorite soy sauce sauce that was not too fond of spicy. While waiting for the arrival of Benar brought Mr. Balin.

"Him! This is Mr. Balin," said Correct from behind, swinging his hand calling Mr. Balin closer.

" Where, Bi?" Turning impatiently told Mr. Balin to redeem the medicine. " Sir, I want help! To redeem this recipe." He showed me the recipe. Only my father knows. Where to make it up." Submit the recipe, followed by the True who witnessed it.

Mr. Balin took it straight away. "Then, excuse me!" Leaving his mistress and bagging a recipe. Followed by the Right that the cure immediately exists.

"His, is Mister awake?" tanya Properly investigated.

"So, when I came down, Mas Ilker was unconscious, Bi. Maybe it's too high of a heat." Preparing food before her husband woke up.

The fish is also neatly arranged in a dish with a delicious aroma. The husband's favorite Bawal fish is ready to be served along with other equipment, especially white rice.

From far away, True smiled happily seeing the woman happily. A knife almost fell to the floor on his leg.

"Augh! Thankfully!" He woke up and put the knife into place.

Ilker woke up with a wave. Surprised and in a daze, he was overwhelmed by the changing blankets and clothes.

Reflexes he leaned his body on the hearboard, hearing sharply the footsteps outside. Looking at his hand that had been bandaged neatly while glancing at the fingers attached to the door, looking down pretending as if he did not know if anyone had entered.

"Mas, are you awake?" Dhyia smiled happily asking even though her question was not answered, in follow both her hands holding talam. Sighs back patiently looking at the look on her husband's face in the mirror.

So sad once slowly he turned his body packing a sad face in the midst of the attention he wanted to give.

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Seriate...