Marriage is Because of Trust
Munajat the woman

"Yes, sir I know," replied Mr. Balin obeying him. Staring straight and slipping from the riders who are milling well on the side of the road or in the middle of the road.

He looked back at his phone and called Cecar to ask if there was anything related to the news that was blowing into his ear.

"Squeaks! Come on in to my room!" he said firmly from inside the mobile phone.

"Good, sir." The reply reached his ears.

Cars break the road quickly. "Oh, yeah! Sir, in the other garage there's a covered car. I want that car you take to the workshop and before it is taken off the license plate first," he said firmly, seeing the phone back looking for important news about his company.

"Well, sir," he answered, crossing the wide office gate and parking the car in place of the VVIP, the company's owner's car only.

Balin rushed out, opened the left car door and let the man out . Standing followed the man who was standing who saw the office that had not been visited by him for two days.

"Sir, did I drive you in?" Balin looked at the back that stood slightly tilted from his.

"No need! Go home!"

"But, Master! The master did not bring the car," he said, a little astonished after hearing the master's order.

"I can go home in anyone's car" he replied directly.

"Good, Master! If there's anything! Just call me right away, sir," he said seeing his young master who had already turned his steps to leave him. "Master, there's-there. I know pain. Uh! Even into the office. Looking at the hand of his young master from afar. "But pity to see it, he thought. Glanced back at the hand that had almost disappeared from behind the door.

"Good day, sir!" greet employees.

"Become! Where is Cecar?" tanyanya stopped the steps.

"Squeaking, there was a shoot, sir outside. But he said, "He'll be back soon." Looking at the tall man.

"If he comes back later. Ask him to meet me in the room" he asked to leave the employee.

Okay, sir," replied Derya who was waiting for Cecar. "Did he know, huh?" he asked about the news spread. When he saw the man leave him. Turning back immediately brushed aside what he was thinking.

He then walked into a long-empty work room. Dropping the body, exhaling a rough breath considering her who stumbled so much trouble.

Staring at a laptop and calling employees he often relies on. "Alen, get into my room immediately!" call him firmly.

Alen immediately left his partner who was still waiting for further confirmation. Dragging his legs in a hurry after he heard the voice of the boss a little panicked from behind the phone.

He also knocked on the door. "Yes, sir," he replied. "Can I help you?" Alen immediately made an offer after seeing the forehead of the superior shriveled in front of the laptop screen that lit up.

"Why did this happen? Is there something I don't know?" tanyakanya. "As long as I don't come in. I see everything is messed up," he said. Let Alen sit with his right hand.

Alen nodded and pulled the chair. Sitting while telling the three-headed man as he knew it.

"Sir, this has started since the news about the man. Since then we've had a hard time moving, sir. Like someone's watching us." Since then, we have had trouble finding a model. Even from the news I heard! There is a company that recruits well-known and talented models to work with them."

Ilker just kept quiet as if he was listening to what the woman said. "Do you know about the company?" his question was growing frown as if he wanted to find out more. Moreover, the current updated news is all about it.

"Sorry, Sir! We don't know yet and we haven't found out about it, sir. Anyways! We don't have any outside confidants to watch over him, sir. So, it's likely that we'll have a hard time finding him. Because who owns a company is a new class in the business world. So, they're very good at covering it up."

"To my knowledge, sir. That guy's name is Gohan Hakan."

The deg!

Ilker instantly fell silent as if he was no stranger to the name, he thought. "I don't know that person," said Ilker immediately brushed him off.

While Cecar ran in a hurry, wanted to meet the owner of the TV station who had called him. A hasty walk is a bit noticeable, like people running among past employees with faces of various shapes.

Tok ! Tok ! Tok !

"Come in" cried Ilker from within.

Suddenly Alen was surprised to turn his head to the right. Cecar came here, he thought following the footsteps of the man who knocked on the door.

"How's the filming going on outside?" ask Ilker.

"For the time being it's fine, sir. Although there was a little bit of a constraint earlier. But we've finished it."

"I want you and Alen to find out about this!" ilker said firmly, staring at the two employees.

Alen and Cecar also gawked. "Well, sir," they both answered with different feelings that were so heavy for Cecar and very enjoyable for Alen because Cecar would definitely be overwhelmed to play the game.

"Then come back! To your rooms. This TV station is not good. There are problems that come threatening from outside. I want you to investigate this matter. Don't let us lose everything."

"Yes, Sir! We'll investigate. Who's Gohan Hakan" said Alen.

"Oh, yeah! One more! Have you guys found? All I asked for," he stopped staring at the laptop screen again.

"Sir! We're trying" Alen replied half frustrated by the search for a model. Glancing at the trembling lick stared at the nanar.

"Hm! Ilker immediately nodded happily after hearing that. He went back to being neutral as if he had already solved one problem. Then he told both employees to leave.

On the other hand Dhyia still looks spoiled with her request to the Khaliq. At the end of his prayer he always expected the Khaliq's pleasure in the trials he underwent. Tears were dripping back down his cheeks when he remembered the late mother who loved him very much and did not want him to stay away from her.

When all the old things have come, they pass quickly. There is no room for us to love each other. I want that sacred, gentle hand to remain even though it is just a shadow that holds in its shadow with a love that never wears out until the tears stop.

A smile is a picture of the sincerity of all who greet from all corners. No telling the heart honestly. All rest only on Your greatness, Lord.

Dhyia Kharya also continues to be able to complain of all the shackling pain. Breaking off was all the hope he had dreamed of at a time entangled by the sacred bond.

Raise both hands with flowing tears. Remembering her mother and her fate ahead.

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