Marriage is Because of Trust
Expel wife from room

The tightness in his chest was increasingly silent over the husband's arbitrary attitude towards him. His tender heart again invited him to be patient and feel the man's helplessness at this moment.

Regulate breath and stroke the chest. He took the rice back with his hand and landed it back towards the man he loved so much.

"Mas, look at this rice! He is innocent. He just wants to help us, so we don't get weak." Ilker again snorted, as if those words were insinuating him.

Seeing her husband who insisted on hardening her heart made her despair. Everything he tried to survive. However, there was not the slightest shadow.

"You're satisfied talking?" Angrily asked the wife after a moment of silence. "Now! It's my turn!" Closing his wife's mouth with his eyes. "I've listened to all your babbling! Now! You have to listen! What did I say?" Nibbling his molars furiously. Turned his face away. "Go from here!" he said he turned his face to the wall. "I don't want to see your face here!"

The deg!

His heart immediately went limp. The rice reflex falls on the plate. Her breath was now deflated with helpless hearing the expulsion directly from the husband's mouth. The whole sense disappeared instantly and was shattered apart by the blink of an eye, holding back the dripping tears of indiscretion.

"Well, Mas, ' he said spontaneously, affirming himself. "I'll go, as you wish. But before I go. I'd like to ask one thing of you, Mas. Let me serve you for a moment. I just want to be devoted to my own husband after a long time we got married. We were never together, Mom. During this time, we always take care of each other. For that I want to ask permission from you, Mas. Allow me! Just a moment to make myself happy to feel like a wife."

Ilker instantly fell silent, frowning as if in disbelief with what he had just heard. He smiled as if it was ridiculous, laughing at him while shaking his head.

"Omong empty!" Wasting the face of the woman who begged him. "By the way! Who's interested in you?" Grinning while swinging her left hand told Dhyia to come out.

"Good, Mas! If that's what you want! I'm gonna go. I won't show my face in front of you anymore. Starting tonight! I'll follow all your orders and I promise. I'm gonna get out of here!" rotating body cleaning floor exposed to rice dung.

"Stop that! You forgot! What I told you!" Moving from the hearboard. Saw his wife who kept quoting rice strewn on the floor. "Dhya!" his screams were tight with fiery eyeballs.

She stopped her hands hanging in the air after hearing her name called her husband from behind. The hue of his face instantly turned pale and cold sweat.

As he knew that an Ilker Can Carya did not like it if even his ban was not heeded. He will be upset and angry which is in the form of his anger. He mentioned the guy's name. That was why Dhyia was pale when the man mentioned her name.

"Altan! Altan! Altan!" Call her loud up to three times from inside the digital voice recorder mounted on the wall of her room.

Dhyia grew increasingly panicked and anxious to see her husband screaming, like he needed help.

"Mas, don't scream! Istighfar, Mas," said Dhyia frantically getting up from her squat. "It's already night. It's not good to hear from our house assistants." Persuading her husband gently.

His broad back, covering the recording device, stood straight back to his wife while enduring the pain and his still-bright gaze.

Mr. Altan who wanted to sleep was again disturbed and nagged himself after being surprised to hear a slightly faint call - faintly heard.

"What else you want, anyway! Young master?" Grimacing asked himself dragging both feet heavily.

"Mas, relax! Don't talk tight. My mom, it still hurts! Now sit down, Mom! Come on!" cajole him, releasing the hand that was swinging in the air wanted to touch the husband's shoulder when he suddenly saw a flickering towards his hand.

Tok ! Tok ! Tok !

Directly knocking on the door trembling mixed. Twirling both eyeballs to the right and to the left and even to the back right towards the end of the stairs exactly downstairs, see Right, get up or not. Frustrated looked at the door of the room he knocked back.

"Lake in!" shouted Ilker from inside who was heard by Pak Altan from outside . The wife was also anxious to see the attitude of her husband after awakening.

"Yes, sir, what's wrong?" asked Mr. Altan to open the door seen by Dhyia.

Ilker turned his reflexes surprised to see his wife still behind him. Staring at Pak Altan with his sharp gaze. "Is the recorder in the kitchen broken?" Ask a silly question. After that, he screamed and waited a long time.

Mr. Altan trembled and immediately wanted to disappear if he could. "Listen, sir," he answered in a panic. Looking at the floor and raising his head curiously looked at his master who was silent after that.

Without saying much, Ilker. "Clean it!" He looked at the woman he married with pity. "All of you! Lift it all down!" Taking the face off from his wife.

"Yes. Sir," replied Mr. Altan, taking the tissue on the wall right next to the door. Collect food with tissue until clean and then bring all the food that is not touched out after everything is stretched.

"Oh, don't forget! Tomorrow, tell them to clean this up!" he said firmly, looking at Pak Altan who tilted his body right at him.

"Yes, sir," he answered, turning back down the stairs with a tray filled with food.

Dhyia stepped back so as not to be in touch with the same man, as before. Little heart touched and felt amazed to see an Ilker, it still has a good side that used to be.

"Thank you, Mom" he said. " It turns out, you still feel sorry for me," she continued, looking at her husband's back who was lying on his side on the bed, and not answering her words at all.

Walking out slowly as if watching from the man's sleep. Standing outside the door looked at the medicine located on a small table right beside the bed.

Down the stairs and into his old room. Where was the room that became his bed when he first entered the Carya residence. Room located in the kitchen adjacent to the room Correct. He turned on the lights and looked at the whole corner happily.

"Young master, the more unpleasant the day," muttered pak Altan, putting a plug on the table. "Same healthy as sick! Same time! Always makes me bother. Boro-boro playing chess. Drinking is not possible. Remembering the incident. Look at the glass he was carrying with him. "Rightly Eat! the night is never disturbed." Look at the door of the room that was passed by him. Not even Balin and Edis! Always safe and play chess." Look at the air outside from the air hole. "That's like, I. Always apes." Exhaling a rough breath. Go back into the room.

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