Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia is back in the test

He also massaged his chest after seeing the face that was plastered so slashing feeling, walking in step, followed by a hand holding a hammer approaching the man. "Mas, are you feeling better?" tanyanya stepped forward to dare to open her mouth carrying thalam even though the question was not answered. "Here, your food, Mas." Bending put the tray. "You haven't eaten yet." At his disposal.

However, the man was so silent, like a statue as if he was racking his brain to remember something, like a person who lost his memory.

Look at the husband who is not looking at all. " Well, if you're angry. Get angry!But help! Eat first! Do not expose to food. Not good, Mommy, sinful. Because the food is not wrong. And God also forbids us not to face food, like that." Seeing the husband who insisted on hardening his heart. Patiently massage the chest. " If you can't eat yourself, let me bribe you, Mas!" Please meekly while looking at the man's hand wrapped in bandages, put a taram containing rice on the table right next to the hearboard.

 The man's heart was not touched. In fact, he tightened his face even more to hear the voice, not answering it, let alone giving a nod.

Raising the body was unmoved amidst the confusion. The woman then stared at the open window of the room. The wind so fresh in brought a moment of calmness. Glancing at the stars above the black sky. As if re-enacting the burden of his suffering.

Standing fixed his gaze towards the sky and sharpened his listening ears towards the man.

"There's not much I ask for just a simple little joy and a little bit of gratitude for all that you've given." Smile faintly when the flickering star is flirting with her.

Repeating again offers help to the man who has sacrificed for his sake. "Mas, once la... ." He was surprised to gap, seeing a sharp gaze immediately turned towards him.

It was so horrible that it made him want to fall into the wall. His face was so cynical, as if emitting a red hue, like fire.

Gluey!

He gulped a coarse saliva stewing in fear and walked back up to the wall. Staring straight down looking at the floor.

"Hhhhhhhhmm!" Mendehem asked for attention, so that the wife immediately explained what happened.

Silence looked down astonished and wondered as long as she was unconscious, glancing at her entire body wearing blue pajama clothes.

Dhyia instantly turned her head slightly towards him while dispelling the fear, walking slowly after slowly. "Mas, you want to eat?" Ask back to repeat it bitterly.

However, not one bit did he look friendly. His face grew increasingly pias and sullen. Silence was silent again, like a statue and just stared straight at it with a look of cynical eyes.

 "Mas, you don't shut up! Speak out! Just a word." Look closely at the man. "If I'm wrong. Speak out! Mas, let me know." He looked down at the floor while squeezing his fingers.

Actually he wanted to ask, who had dared to change his clothes, so he kept staring at the woman, like that. However, it was a pity that the woman did not know the meaning of that gaze at all.

Ilker grew pias, exhaled a long breath, shook his head slowly and turned his face straight away, looking at the dumb Dhyia. Upset stroking the chest because the wife does not understand at all with the deheman given and the accompaniment of both eyeballs look down right in the direction of the entire body that has changed clothes so that it makes it more awkward and long tired of hearing the chatter that kept telling him to eat.

"Babe... ." Stopping his talk hearing the knocking of the door.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking was getting louder from the outside and forced Dhyia to turn her head and drag both her legs open the door that Ilker actually wanted her to leave immediately.

"Pak Altan," greeted him from the front of the door directly being stared at from afar by Ilker.

Dhyia also pulled the thin lips that were noticed continuously from afar by Ilker. "It's okay, sir," she replied in thanks.

Taking the medicine from Pak Altan who was happy to hear it. "Him, then I say goodbye first." Reversing the body saw the stairs that made her cry blood. He lamented his feet coming down the stairs.

"Thank you, sir!" shouted Dhyia from behind Pak Altan who was in a hurry to get down and leave the upper floor.

"Oh!" Mr. Altan arrived below, exhaling. Raising his head looked up at the room which made him look at his young master. Running fast out, like chasing a demon. "Thank you!" he said, massaging chest relief.

Finally, Dhyia was overjoyed to see the medicine she was waiting for had come. Speak merrily in the heart while turning the body. Suddenly he stopped. Sneaking to see the look on her husband's face that was so pias glanced at him.

Gluey!

Even rough spit back he swallowed. It was trembling and cold because the look of the eyes that were heading towards him was so sharp. The medicine he was holding almost wanted to get out of his hand.

Dragging both feet back nervously. "Ma-mas, it's a drug written by a doctor" he said stammeringly and carefully.

However, it was a pity that the man did not care about her at all, not the slightest bit that he was unwilling to open his mouth. Only that empty Deheman was the only one to come out of his mouth earlier.

"Mas, it's late." Look at my husband with a careful look. "Mas, also haven't taken any medication. The doctor said, "Mas, it must eat a lot and must take medicine on time to heal quickly."

Glancing at the husband who suddenly made his entire body freeze again. Sorrow mixed with annoyance was implied in his heart that he suddenly tepis as soon as he realized and immediately beristighfar.

Set the sound back. " Dad, you ate, yeah!"Taking the rice directly and sitting next to the husband made the man a little nervous. "Eat! Mas, just a little bit. Let your condition improve and be able to take medicine immediately." Putting a spoon on the husband's lips.

Break the hope that he has been planting along with sincerity. Kandas already all, his heart is getting crushed and broken into pieces because of the bad treatment from the husband.

"How many times have I told you!" Slip the spoon until it slams far to the floor. "If you want to eat! Eat it yourself! There! Don't ever take me! Let alone putting your sympathies to 'me, cih! I am not going to. I don't want to accept it at all. Accept your compassion for 'me!" She moved her body away from her wife.

He immediately gaped wide, the spoon in his hand was slammed onto the floor. His chest shook and made his breath narrow to hear the words and harsh treatment of his husband towards him.

"Are you deaf? Or pretend to be stupid? You know that, right? How am I against you?" Asked rudely back as if he considered that the wife forgot the agreement in marriage. " How long have you known me, huh?" Rough swerving.

"You don't have to! Reminding that, Mas," he said after knowing the direction of the husband's speech. Look at the spoon that slammed into the floor.

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