Marriage is Because of Trust
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Climbing the stairs with a feeling that feels stubborn. Will it be snapped again? Or didn't? Dhyia tried to calm down and relaxed her breath while holding the tray with both hands.

While Ilker is still engrossed in immersion in a bathtub that has been mixed with a foam bath that can reduce the burden of his mind. The phone that rang was dead and a little more wanted to fall to the floor.

"Mas! Mas! My mother!" Dhyia turned to the bathroom door after not seeing the man. Maybe mas Ilker is taking a bath, he thought putting food down while making the bed.

Dhyia did not dare to knock, let alone call him she only dared to close her ears leaning on the door, it was only for a moment. Hear a husband who does not give signs from within.

After that he took the initiative to leave a memo that he put right under the man's watch which was located on a small table right next to the bed.

There's no caption he left in the memo because he knows it's not important right now. To him, seeing the man who had been interrupting him did not hold back his taste for food and wanted to take the medicine was more than enough.

He also slipped a memo near the watch that was located. Turn your body away and bring closer the medicine you should have started taking from last night. He accidentally turned over the bandage scar on the husband's wound on the table right on the left then he took it and replaced it with a new bandage that he stored in the box P3K hanging on the wall behind the door.

He took it and he put it on the table adjacent to the watch. After everything was done, he came out with a sense of disappointment that shackled when he went down the stairs and turned to the clock that sounded indicating that it had shown at twelve noon.

On this afternoon a man who was sturdy and gentle was still happy to immerse himself in the bathtub, forced to move when he remembered about the lover of the heart. Wearing a towel and opening the closet choose his favorite clothes if you want to meet the prettiest model that has made him crazy about his love.

The twisting of the body that made him shocked was mixed with anger. "Allan!" he shouted from inside the recorder that made the entire kitchen room back gripping.

Dhiya who was coming down the stairs gasped at the loud noise from the room. Hurry up, he went back up and went into the room.

"Mas, what's wrong with you? tanyanya looked at the man who was already flushed, like a fire. Standing in clothes that were familiar to men as he stared at the body of the woman who asked him.

It's sad and sad that the woman is back, as she was. "Who put this here?" ask her with a cold look. Taking a face off directly from his wife.

The wife who felt wrong every time about the man took a deep breath. "A-I'm Mas," he answered stammeredly and held back a slight tone of his voice.

He just kept quiet while waiting for the woman to leave from the front door. His wife held the clothes that were in her hands.

"Mas, from last night. You have not eaten or taken any medicine. So, I prepared and brought it," he said slowly carefully mixed with fear. However, he remained ignored and occasionally made him have to catch his breath. Then closed the door after seeing her husband mute and unmoved. Actually, the man was so enraged with her that he did not want to hear the babble of the wife who was too ugly to force his will.

"Didn't he understand, too?" Throw a towel over the bed. Then wear the clothes he has taken. Looking at the corner of the table where the talam and also the medicine were located immediately he was touched to see the carrot juice that was still remembered by the woman.

I hadn't drank it in a long time, she thought, when her mother was alive. Then stare at the glass filled with warm carrot juice. A small smile then ignored him back, walking a little shift the body took the mobile phone changed position, he said.

"Yilzid." Suddenly he was surprised to see the call that dozens of times called him earlier. "Gosh," he's guilty.

Then call the woman back. Sit down while pressing the on button and then pull the slide up, looking for a name that has made it wait a long time.

The crane! The crane! The crane!

Call connected to destination number. However, he was disappointed because the lover did, as he did to him.

After a long wait, he began to react by sending short messages. "Darling, don't get mad, yeah! Sorry, I'm not. Because I didn't hear a call from Duduku, muach! I love you too." Complete with teasing caption stickers as an expression of his love with words that he did not reply at all yesterday.

However, he still maintained his sulking ego long before the idol came to see him.

"Non, then! Excuse me to go down!" said Burcu who was tired of seeing the model who made it sultry.

"All right! But later! If, Papa asks, don't tell! If we just went out!" he said, leaning his cheek on the pillow he was holding with his body tilted slightly on his stomach.

Gluey!

"Damn!" He also snorted. Seeing both the old son and father - long ago made him even more fed up. Leaving the model feeling anxious about being entangled in two conflicting requests.

"He hasn't replied to her yet, thought one Ilker, walking back and forth in confusion, thinking about whether or not to meet.

Look at the other table in the corner. Spontaneously he was surprised to see a small piece of paper when his hand wanted to pick up a watch.

Slowly he took it with curiosity. What is in that memo? He saw it and read it .

🍁🍁🍁

Assalamualaikum

Mom, maybe last night I was wrong with you. Change is not easy for me there are times when I have to learn. Sincerity is also not light to be said not as easily as wishful thinking that penetrates dreams. Everything takes process and time. Sometimes it can be long or fast. Sorry, for the hurt heart and the wrong attitude.

This morning I apologized. For the attitude last night. I knew! I'm not a who's ready. I'm just a stubborn, slightly deaf kid. Do nothing. If with anger you make you happy, I will, Mas. I'm sincere as long as you can still be happy.

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He also felt full when reading the contents of the memo written on the paper cutout. His entire body could not lie if he wanted to crash instantly read the contents. His entire body instantly trembled withstanding the guilt.

Tears of sadness poured out in his heart to see the wife's heart-wrenching writing. He slowly turned his body back towards the table where the talam was located.

Take a plate filled with fried rice along with her favorite omelet with a little difficult due to the still sore hands. "Augh!" he shouted as the hand was touched by the edge of the table when he wanted to eat the dish. Even though the heart was so full of hatred pity towards the woman still remained.

The warm carrot juice he drank until it ran out. Not forgetting he grabbed the medicine located near the talam.

While the woman who was not appreciated earlier by the man also added great patience in him.

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Seriate...