Marriage is Because of Trust
The first time I gave advice

"Bi!" Call Dhyia after seeing True pass.

"Yes, Him!" Turn his body back.

"What's? Did Ilker eat?" Dhyia repeated the question again after long waiting for an answer that was not answered by True.

"Ouch! His, Aunt forgot!" Pasting his hands on the eel, looking towards the thin smiling woman looking at her mischievous manner. "Auntie doesn't know, yeah. Sir, did ask, Auntie. But! Auntie doesn't know! Sir would say, Yes," replied Correctly.

Dhyia smiled back after hearing that. The smile was as a sign that he was telling the right to continue his affairs. Out in very sympathetic clothes because the clothes he was wearing were not as good as the clothes belonging to the Carya residence.

Slowly the soft hand took the talam, as she had done lately serving her husband before his departure. With a bitter smile he prepared all happily. After performing its duties.

Put rice and drinking water into the salam. Walk while glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, climbing the stairs. Staring straight and thinking that her husband must be hungry, she thought, knocking on the door.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking was softly cast on him looking at the tray a little anxious that he would get treatment, as he had experienced.

"Come in!" he said from the inside that stood in front of the window, still looking neat with work clothes and bandages that had not been changed.

This time she left no memo because she met her husband in person. Enter with gurga again. Look at the floor he passed.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas," he said gently. Put the talam brought by her. Mas, I have prepared your favorite food, said Auntie, "You used to love this food a lot. So, I thought about it, and then I made it," she said happily, though the husband would not look at her at all.

He also breathed a long breath. His fingers again look he squeezed patiently.

"Mas, the wind is too strong! And the air is too cold! If you stand there too long! Not good for health, Mom. Especially on an empty stomach." Staring at the back of the man who was still insisting with his attitude. 'Party, ' right! It's also night. Instead, take a shower and clean yourself, Mas first! 'Kan! Mas, discharged from the outside," he said seeing the man standing before him still flinching.

She looked uneasy because the man did not want to make a sound and finally, making her say something might make her husband open his mouth.

"Mas, it's not good if we hear the greeting not answered," he continued his venturing speech after the husband did not give any response. Looking at the back of the man who had not turned his head towards her. "If you have a problem! speak Mas! I'm ready to listen to all the complaints, ma'am," he continued cautiously.

However, even a little Ilker was not touched by it. He still survives with his ego which he always thinks is right. Even his own sister lately he never greeted, since he had problems with his choice in addition to the news about his TV station which is most likely to be pictured going bankrupt.

This problem increasingly makes him silent, closing all the way about things that might make it worse. Silence and gloom for now is the most appropriate thing, he thought so that he could not be bothered about anything else, other than the problems that plagued him at this time.

Listening to the ravings from behind and responding to them with silence without being provoked by the returning emotions was the right thing, her inner self. Staring at the bottom of the tree there is a small long bench, where the wife used to sit with her mother.

"Think about! Yourself! Don't you ever mind me! I can still take care of myself" he said spontaneously. "I've been struggling with this for a long time. Nothing will make me fragile. I've been training myself not to be weak" he said, still staring outwards.

"Alright, Mom! I understand," he said, pursing his lips a little disappointed. "I know! If you're not as weak as I thought. You are a strong man. Who can handle everything on their own. I'm gonna be there. If, I need something. Don't hesitate to say it" he continued, looking at the stubborn man.

Ilker was slightly touched by the speech of the woman standing behind him. A little happiness is scratched in the heart. Glanced at the tip of the woman's foot from the tail of the eye secretly who was still also advising the man who was already her husband.

"Sad you can, Mas. But never vent it into food. Because he's not wrong. It is precisely we who actually make it wasted," he said again repeating it and slightly made Ilker satirized who glanced at the steps of the woman out of the tail of his eyes.

"I can still do it myself" he said before the woman stepped out. "While my hand hurts again. I've never troubled anyone. Especially yourself! Oh, yep! One More! Even with my condition, like this! I'm much better than before. Do not care about me because we are both adults," he said that makes Dhyia Kharya feel embarrassed.

"I know, Mom! You were a strong man before. No one dodged it," he said again repeating. "But, maybe! I'm the only one who doesn't know everything" he said.

Dhyia closed the door and went down the stairs again. Back and forth up and down the stairs was not a tiring thing for him, provided he could see the face of the man he loved in silence, just for a moment.

Staring at food-filled trays has become a habit in recent days. This made Ilker touched in fact, he did not expect that the woman was still caring about him. This was one of the least able to make him have to hate the woman completely. The pity that he once gave to his wife until now there is still left in his heart.

Being like you is not easy, he thought leaving the window and approaching the pedestal located on the table. Take a spoon with your right hand that still hurts.

Downstairs, Dhyia, who had just come down, suddenly felt her body instantly suffocate, almost wanting to hit a large urn. His vision was so swirling and wanted to crash onto the floor.

"Him! Madam why?" true Tanya frantically placed her headscarf directly on the table. "What's? Madam sick?" the question led the woman to sit down.

"Engga, Bi! Lately, I may have been sleep deprived" she said, answering the housekeeper's question.

It was so sad to look at that poor woman. "From last night, the lady didn't eat. Maybe it's the effect. Plus again! The lady said, "Fast today!"

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