Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia tried to come back

At the end of the road when he'll get to his command room. Suddenly he stopped his steps. The step that was light, suddenly heavy because the problem that blew into his ear yesterday flashed in front of him again.

"I've long since forgotten about it," he muttered lightly, thinking and turning towards the broadcasting section, saying, that is, the Program Field Manager entered in a hurry mixed with anxiety and walked quickly to ask something news that he did not know at this time.

"Is everything okay?" he said in the room. Hugging files.

Suddenly Alen's arrival made them shocked and look back. "All is well!" replied a woman who was asked. "Is there a problem?" Ask the other partner to Alen. Looking straight ahead.

"Oh, No!" he answered straight away and dismissed the anxiety. The news of the bird that reached his ears some time ago. Though he, 'kan already told him to Mr. Ilker, he thought and flipped back over the memory. "Maybe I'm just too worried. So I'm not focused." Continuing his steps back to remember the incident at the cafe.

Burcu finally, found the person in his control after a long time circling around the vast mall. "It turns out, Miss there," she said in relief, seeing the model coming out of the dressing room in beautiful, sexy clothes.

"Hows it? Do I fit in with this?" his tan turned to face the mirror to Burcu who was watching him in the back.

"Pretty, Non. Miss is cute with that outfit," she replied without looking at the model. Glance at the clock that changes inside the phone. It had been too long, he thought, looking at the mall that had started to desolate.

"Are you coming?" the question was stale to Burcu who was dumbfounded to see his appearance and question it.

Silence and not knowing what answer to give. "I mean, Non! What, huh?" Ask back to the master. "I don't know where to go?" Following the woman from behind who walked towards the cashier.

"Do you not know?" his question smiled kindly, handed over the items and then gave money after his receipt came out.

Turn towards the exit of the mall and put the items carried by Burcu into the trunk of the car. Opening the car door after patiently waiting for the lady to unlock the car.

"Father, there's another important business. So, I'm being suggested, Papa! For a few days to go on vacation," he said suddenly kindly to the personal assistant.

Burcu immediately nodded slowly as if he would get another new task that was likely heavier than just escorting, he thought glancing at the beautiful model from the tail of the eye.

"So, that's why today. I'm the one with the car," she replied, puzzlingly, according to Burcu.

"What's the connection, Miss?" he asked directly, glancing at the woman.

"Yes, it has something to do with it! Today, my heart is happy because Papa, has given me space" he said happily stored in the heart.

Drive the car directly followed by Robind from behind. The car was so agile and skilfully tucked away that it left Robind a little overwhelmed to keep up. Many times, he almost wanted to hit two-wheelers and cars parked on the side of the road.

"But, papa didn't say, take you!" he said he broke the silence, glanced at Burcu who was racking his brain, imagining what the story of the continuation of his life was like.

"Perhaps, the Master who will come with, Miss, ' he replied briefly from inside the car that continued to cross the jammed road.

"Haha!" He also laughed funny. "Where is possible, papa's coming! You just didn't come" he replied with confidence. Put a car that was already in his yard.

"Papa, it's changed now" he said, handing over the keys to Burcu to put the car into the garage.

Burcu answered nothing at all. He just swung his hand to get the key. Passed immediately from the front of the model, leaving him alone who pressed the phone back.

Contacting the idol who is impatient to meet.

The crane! Cring ! The crane!

While Ilker who put his phone on the roulette and has soaked in the bathtub using warm water and soap that smells very soft inhaled by the nose enjoy it casually.

"He started again, ignored the phone call and ignored 'me." Passing through the door opened by the assistant who was in the residence of Ziya Yilzid before Burcu. Glancing at the face of the sour lady just walked in. The shock made him even more suspicious.

At the Carya residence precisely in the kitchen room, Dhyia was cooking for the entire house. He returned to study after a long vacuum. Preparing the breakfast of the man who obviously hated him so much.

"Him! Young master, have not eaten yet," said a startling True heard by the incoming Pak Altan wanting to take a drink.

He was surprised and raised his gaze towards the madam which made the two of them meet with a view about the incident last night.

"Master, maybe still sleeping," Altan continued, cutting off the conversation that he actually felt sorry for his young master as well.

Dhyia immediately looked down regretfully. I don't know what he regrets? Probably because of the husband who didn't want to eat last night. Makes her so reluctant to see Pak Altan speaking.

"Really! Sir, if it hurts. He must be quiet. So, it's very hard for us to tell him." As if feeling ashamed of the madam for last night's incident.

Rightly, he nodded in confirming. As long as he was with the Carya family, he had already known about the man better.

"But kasian! If you arrive, you do not eat," he said as he walked back and forth wiping and throwing garbage.

Spontaneously, Dhyia's memory passed to the back, remembering that Madame Afsheen was very panicked when she heard that her son had not eaten.

"Bi, let me try to get Mas Ilker to eat" he asked me gently. Glanced at Pak Altan who was sipping a glass of drinking water.

Gluey!

Mr. Altan immediately widened his eyes as if he was feeling that the master was joking with crisp. Reflex put the glass.

"Really! We'd better get him," pinta pak Altan said.

"Wild, madam! Emang! What difference? Am I the same, Madam? 'And even bagusan, madam who sent," True replied gently to refuse. I hope they both make it back.

" The smartest to seduce, sir, are you, '" said Mr. Altan, glancing anxiously at the woman who had been standing since waiting for their debate to be over.

"That first! At the time, the big madam was still alive" he continued with a crisp joke while looking at what he was doing. "Once in a while, don't you, Madam takes care of it. Let, Madam get a lot of reward," continued Benar, the more intelligent according to, Pak Altan.

"You are not wrong. If taking care of a husband is the duty of a wife, but also look at her husband! And the husband must appreciate it, too" said Mr. Altan in his heart. Glanced at his young mistress who was beginning to be affected by Right speech.

"Auntie, right, sir! Once in a while, I have to try! Make it even closer to, Mas Ilker," he continued, carrying a tray that was full of food and drinks and he had prepared carrot juice, for the man.

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