Marriage is Because of Trust
Back to the back room

"Start tonight. I'll sleep here." Staring at the ceiling of the room, said to himself. Opening the closet takes the prayer mat and mukena to fulfill its obligations. Take ablution in an outdoor bathroom adjacent to the sink.

Wash both hands with running water. Then gargling, cleaning his nose and washing his face as well as his two feet next, he ablaze.

When he finished, he returned to his new room. Performing obligatory prayers without filling his empty stomach. Thought and Deigned to the Creator.

Ilker and Dhyia slept in separate places. Dhyia who slept in the back room again solemn in worship while Ilker who slept in his room, fell asleep with a lean body position without eating and taking medicine.

Dhyia was still pensive in the middle of the night after being jolted from her sleep. He wept over the life choices destined by the Khaliq. Taking ablution and performing the midnight prayers that he has been doing.

"Yesterday I didn't do it . I fell asleep and when I woke up. It turned out, it was already dawn," he said inwardly recalling his quarrel with Ilker because he dared to leave the house. He opened the bathroom door outside. Taking ablution and performing midnight prayers on the prayer mats and mukena that he often takes first to nowhere when he has not met the Carya family.

Elsewhere, an Ilker Can Carya was agitated by her empty stomach and painful hands. Back and forth shifting secures itself so that the one who bothers him soon disappears.

Often he looked towards the door and the sofa as if he was looking for Dhyia. He was sad because he told her to leave. Sitting dragging his body a little stammering against the head board looked at the voice recorder next to the bed because if there was no shame and ego he would have called him to look after him tonight. However, it was limited to just being stored in his head in the slightest he did not want to move his lips to call.

On the other hand, a woman who felt crushed by the waves. Sitting on a prayer mat with both hands looking up and complaining of his fate to the Khaliq.

••• By the way, God! You know best in my heart. So I surrender to the destiny You have given me. Teach me to live it. Teach me to understand if it makes me hurt . Teach me to accept if it makes me scarred. Only pleasure - You are what I hope in every decree - You. Make me believe that your plan is better, more beautiful and makes me happy. •••^______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

      ° Aamiin yes Rabbal 'alamiin... °

Her tears fell down her two faces. The crying broke the silence of the lonely night. To bow down weakly before the Khaliq every night became his routine, so that he could be more sincere and steadfast in every test.

The soft hand held the prayer beads and recited in the middle of the night until the pain subsided until at dawn tears were unceasingly shed.

For a heart that is closed and blinded by love wrapped in selfishness makes everything dark. Sympathy was lost when the affection between fellow humans was no longer in view. All were burned by the fire of hatred.

The sad face mixed with guilt was trying to gradually disappear. There was nothing else to regret, he thought all had become ashes.

Even the weak, helpless body he dropped closed his eyes in sorrow for his actions to the woman he actually loved.

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In the morning, as usual after Dhyia fulfilled her duty, she immediately recovered and never slept again.

Opening both of his eyes and dazed astonished for a moment at the ceiling of his room.

Ilker was sleeping on an empty stomach. He was not at all bothered by his hunger and the hand pain that began to hurt.

The phone began to sound, making noise in the work room. The sound did not wake him at all because last night he could not sleep until the morning blind began to shine even make it more sound. I think he's okay.

Dhyia was already preparing with her old self. Work and prepare everything with pleasure to help Right. Wearing the clothes he used to wear. The clothes he had brought when entering the Carya residence.

Simple and very simple clothes. The clothes looked plain and ordinary. It was like drawing the person wearing it. He did not speak, nor did he wear it neatly. Smile to himself in a small handheld mirror hanging behind the door of his room.

"Start this morning. Bi True will not work alone again," he said with a bit of a sense of happiness that was held back mixed with shadows about last night. Open the door that goes straight through the kitchen. Walking up to the sink staring at the bright palam located.

"Him!" call right and his hand came to a halt who wanted to take the plate in the tray.

Rotating body smiling looking Right. "Yes Bi." Block it directly with the look of the face trying to cheer up.

"Mrs is awake?" his question was astonished, Tattooing the woman as if she smelled a bad scent. "Mrs, why go to the kitchen?" Looking at her employer's clothes that she rarely wore all this time. Turn around hesitantly when meeting with the employer.

"It's okay, Bi," replied Dhyia. "Partially, my Bi is lazy in the room constantly. Sometimes want to see the kitchen, Bi" trying to forget what happened. Take the plate slowly as it flashed last night.

Bi True took a deep breath. "His, madam is different from Aunt. Now the Madam is Aunt's employer." Exhaling a long breath. " It's not good to see him."

Dhyia smiled and was forced to cover up the incident from Bi Benar. "That's okay, Bi. Anyway, if aided by Aunt's work so, light." Smiling covered the painstaking.

"It's true, yes. But, 'wouldn't be worthy of a man, like a mistress." Start the task from the beginning, which is sweeping the entire room. True Heart is actually not hypocritical if this morning he expects help so that the work is quickly completed because now he has to clean all the spacious Carya residence.

However, because from the other side she Dhyia had already gained a far difference. "Auntie so, it's not good, yeah.

"Not to think about it, Bi. Most importantly we are both unencumbered," he replied with honest sincerity. Put the plate and the glass and the plug into place.

Right and Dhyia was this morning in a row cleaning the room while in the room Ilker began to restlessly move to and fro a little moaning in the heart because the injury in the hand and the heat returned slightly up. Opening his eyes slowly looked at the ceiling of the room and towards the sofa that was right under the window.

"Dhya!" Remember the woman last night who she was angry with. Looking towards his body and his palm. Returning sniffed in annoyance at seeing her current weak self.

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