Marriage is Because of Trust
True Bi Anxiety

Upon arrival at home, an Ilker also thanked him for sending a lick up to his residence.

"Together, Sir!" reply licked, passed so quickly leaving the man.

He walked in, as usual the door was opened by Pak Altan. "Good afternoon, sir!" sapana. Opens door.

"Where exactly?" the question that makes Pak Altan surprised.

"Really?" his murmur asked in astonishment, seeing the man who was walking down the street veering towards the kitchen.

Suddenly Pak Altan swallowed his saliva. Open your eyes wide. It's not usually him, like that, he thought. Leaving the main door, turned slightly towards the decorative lights.

"Altan! Make me, lemon tea!" he said pulling the chair back against his tired body, leaning against the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling while stretching out the cramped muscles.

Altan who poured a fleeting drink glanced at the lazy seated man. "It's Master," he said, handing over a cup of cold lemon tea. "Does Master need anything else?" tanyakanya. Saw the man stirring the lemon tea gently.

"Go!" Ilker swung his hand into the air as a sign that he wanted to be alone.

"Excuse me, Master!" He also passed by while stroking his chest. Aman, he thought walking swiftly out without looking back.

Actually, he's a little lost with Dhyia. The woman was not seen in the room last night. His two eyes twirled as if looking for something looking at all the corners that he did not miss. Followed by the hand still stirring the drink.

It is true that every afternoon sweeping the terrace of the house has long been a part of his life. Heard a whistling sound from the opposite direction, as if the whistle was calling out to him.

He looked back after a long time looking for that voice. Mr. Altan, he thought he looked down back at the floor and resumed his leftover sweep.

"Yes!" Call Mr. Altan from behind, hit him on the shoulder because he won't look at all.

The right one was surprised and looked back. "Your master! Asked you!" mr. Altan said, whispering into his ear and leaving the woman.

Hurrying he hurriedly ran over to the man who was just whispered by Pak Altan to his ear. "Yes, Sir! Sir, call me?" tanyanya.

"Clean! My room!" Ilker immediately told Right after he saw Right coming. Get out of the chair and look at the empty cup.

"His room has been cleaned, sir," replied Correctly, looking at the back of the man who had turned his back.

While in the back room, Dhyia was still asleep, holding her sorrow in her heart with a face that still covered her entire body. Leaning on the wall releases all thoughts that accumulate inside the head.

Ilker immediately nodded as a gesture of thanking his house assistant. Keep turning his body leaving Right.

Back again with Ziya Yilzid who had finished with his immersion and now looked at himself in the mirror. You can't lose" he whispered inwardly, looking at his already emotionally-ignited self. "He can't get away from you! He is the root of all this!" His inner being, as if he was staring at the shadow of that weak and helpless woman inside the mirror.

"Non! After miss is done! He told me to go down" Burcu said from behind the open door as he opened it.

"Awhile more! I'm going down! Tell Papa," he said, combing his hair and then using his makeup tools nuanced at home.

Burcu immediately turned the body leaving the woman after a long time he accompanied her shopping to the mall.

"What's? Does the master need anything?" true Tanya turned to look at the burly back that was climbing the stairs that stopped for a moment and turned towards her.

"Nothing!" ilker replied indifferently restraining his desire to inquire about the woman who had become his wife, turning around and climbing the stairs back. Followed by his right hand holding a cell phone.

"I'll excuse you, sir! If there is!" right from behind the man was kindly mixed with fear. Turning around leaves the man climbing the stairs.

He continued to climb the stairs while looking at his cell phone, not even a single call from the lover.

"I thought? Don't know what? Uh! Tau! The taunya was expelled," said True, seeing the door of the mistress' room that was still closed . "The door is still, like that! Whahuh? Madam isn't hungry?" Staring at the door anxiously while dragging both feet.

"Him! Him! It!" Call True knocking on door from outside. "Him! If Madam, lash not for long!" right said muttering, looking at the door to the back.

Suddenly Dhyia suddenly snapped from her mouth. Look at all the bodies that are still wearing mukena.

"Astaghfiullah! Did I fall asleep?" Asked to see her face wrapped when she heard the knocking sound from outside even though it was vague. He looked at the door as if he were looking at the knock. Move and release the face directly.

Staring out looking for the origin of the voice that was heard by his ear earlier. Nothing, he thought. I thought there was someone? Maybe I heard it wrong, huh?" Turn around shutting the door.

In the room, Ilker Can Carya who was facing a strange problem about her TV station was seen approaching an unlocked window. Soon night, he thought. A tree full of memories.

"Ma, today I have so much trouble. Ever since you left, it all just came. Does Mama know?" Staring at the tree as if she saw the mother's smile, she looked back at the bed. As if he was something he was reluctant to reveal earlier to True.

It is undeniable that the heart of an Ilker really misses the woman who became his quarrelsome friend in the room. He went back and forth to approach and away from the voice recorder box that was clearly plastered on the wall. So reluctant his hand wanted to squeeze the recorder. He who was still wearing work clothes stood staring at him at a glance he also glanced at the memo that was still located on top of his desk.

While in the outer courtyard there is a man, namely Pak Altan who likes to mingle Balin. "Sir! You're good to have gone up the ranks!" crisp ledeknya. Thinking Balin's life would be the same, like his. "Ptttff!" Holding laughter.

"Look at the grin! You're happy, yeah! My life is like gini!" said Mr. Balin immediately touched when he saw the face that began to age was mocked.

In the kitchen room True still wondering. "Mrs, actually fasting or not, huh?" Looking back at the door of the woman's room who had locked herself up. "Actually, madam sleeping or not, anyway? Staring at the door of the room. The true who always seeks an unrelenting busyness has the privilege of asking forgiveness of the Creator for himself in order to be kept away from all calamities.

"Him! Madam, eat first!" whispered Right from behind the door that was heard by Dhyia and opened the door. " bi! I'm fasting" he replied. "Oh! Yes, Bi! Did Ilker go home?" ask her with a raucous voice.

"What's? Madam sick?" It was right to ask back without answering the question of the woman standing before him and whom he always paid attention to.

"No, Bi!" Dhiya was forced to answer the question of Right which did not answer his question at all. "I'm fine! Maybe it was because I woke up, Bi," he continued, to make the middle-aged woman look happy.

"But Madam! Madam don't eat!" True again gave a warning to the woman who was staring at him.

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