Marriage is Because of Trust
The dilemma within each

Along at the cafe, Ilker and Yilzid are silent with their respective circumstances. Ilker who is shackled between his wishes and marriage makes him want to immediately linger outside while Yilzid enjoys his daily food and drink, red velvet.

While at home, Dhiya enjoys a delicious meal. Food deliberately cooked by True. Sitting alone at the dresser while looking at her face in the mirror. Sad for sure what he felt. Staring at the tray filled with rice, water, and just a fried fish made him feel grateful.

Elsewhere, in a cafe. A message went to Ilker's phone regarding the company he held. Where the company is a TV station owned by the Carya family founded by his father named Ajnur Balian Carya who is very successful. The message said that they asked permission to take Ziya Yilzid as a model on the TV station she was holding.

"What?" shouted Ilker in surprise in the heart. Look at Yilzid enjoying his meal.

Sad to be mixed and at the same time feel unable to see the face of Yilzid who is fine. He could not imagine Yilzid when he heard the rejection from him. Sadness immediately stained on his face as he stared at his most beloved lover for five years.

"Dear, you know what? As long as I'm abroad I miss you so much" Yilzid said, cutting off the meat, drawing Ilker's sympathy and simultaneously hoping that Ilker would not remember the woman he married.

Spontaneously Ilker immediately evoked his seat, as if nothing had happened. "What you want to do is go there yourself" continued Ilker, who was confused about his choice of employee requests.

"Isn't that your will, too?" yilzid asked who was agitated at Ilker's sudden strange change in attitude. Laying knife. "You married the woman and didn't see me at all" said Yilzid, sipping his favorite drink.

Ilker kept quiet and felt guilty. Actually, marriage is not her will. Ilker had tried as hard as he could to refuse Afsheen's mother's request. However, what can make the power of the mother was greater than him.

"You're married, you didn't even invite me" Yilzid continued, recalling the events that had devastated him.

"If you're 'I invite. Are you coming?" asked Ilker who wanted to hear the answer from Yilzid.

The glass that Yilzid was holding wanted to fall. Shocked at Ilker's question. Confused what to answer. According to Yilzid what Ilker did was right.

Meeting each other feeling guilty.

"You wouldn't have come had the invitation arrived" Ilker continued. "At that time you'll have a photo shoot. Where may I bother you," he said to calm the heart of Yilzid who had begun to be unreasonable.

Yilzid nodded silently and felt guilty for saying that and made his lover anxious. "Dear, sorry. I did all this because I was afraid of losing you. I can't live without you" said Yilzid hugging Ilker.

"Calm down." Ilker immediately let go of the hug which made Yilzid even more astonished. "If I wanted to do that. Maybe I'm not here with you" he said, calming Yilzid's anxiety.

In the residence Carya looks a woman sitting in front of the roulette. Dhiya Kharya sat pensively staring at his face in the mirror and looked shabby as the quarrel continued. The rice brought by True had not been touched at all.

Tok ! Tok ! Geck!

There was a knock from outside. Dhiya who was daydreaming in front of the mirror gasped and walked open the door.

"Madam, Mr. Altan wants to go home again" Benar said.

"What's Pak Altan's business, not done yet?" ask Dhiya curious.

"Anu, Mistress. Mr. Altan said, "wanted to meet a brother who had just come from out of town," continued Benar who was afraid of mispronunciation.

"No, Bi. Go then! I was just worried about Mr. Altan earlier," replied Dhiya undo the intention.

"I'll excuse you, ma'am," said True turning her body down a long, half-wide staircase. "This staircase always makes me upset," True grumbled inwardly, descending in a frenzy.

True had reached the kitchen approaching Pak Altan who was sitting at their dining table. "I told you the same, Madam, he said, "you can go home. But don't be long!" tegur Benar was upset because because of Pak Altan he had to climb the long stairs.

"Thank you," replied Altan pleased. Finally, he was able to return home briefly to meet his relatives who had just arrived from out of town.

"But remember not for long! If they've gone home. You should come back here. You pity the Madam. Surely the young master is angry for giving you permission?!" sorry to see Mr. Altan and his young master if they go home not to see Pak Altan will be angry.

"Yes, I know. Hence, I want to leave now," said Pak Altan immediately rushing to leave Benar. It was a pleasure for Mr. Altan to welcome his kind relatives and always help them come from out of town and stop at his very simple house.

True who has helped Pak Altan ask permission, sullen his lips, looking at the empty road that Pak Altan passed earlier.

"True," Dhiya scolded that shocked him from behind.

"Yes, Madam," answered Truely in surprise, turning his body. Dhiya's voice fortunately alone did not make it right to drop the plate he was holding into the sink. Stand pale holding limp.

"Young master hasn't come home yet?" ask Dhiya who still feels guilty for her choice.

"Not yet, Madam," replied True looking down in embarrassment. Self neutralizing.

"From now on, sir hasn't called you yet?" tanya Dhiya who saw her phone was never contacted by her husband.

"No, Madam," answered the True who always saw his young master surly.

Dhyia stood still after hearing what True said was the same as she thought. Taking care of Ilker was not an easy job for Dhiya. He must face Ilker's anger challenge.

"Bi, get back to work," Dhiya said giving the order. Rotating the body leaving True. Since the quarrel this morning Dhiya's heart was not calm. Not just this time. During this time every time there was a commotion Dhiya always worried about Ilker.

Yilzid was again happy and felt the luckiest woman because it was maintained by Ilker. It becomes a weapon for Yilzid to continue to tempt Ilker into leaving Dhiya. "And after the woman left. Then I will be Lady Carya" said Yilzid gladly in his heart. Glancing at Ilker who was wrapped in problems due to his choice that had no answer.

"Darling, when do we want to be like this? A path together without any clarity?" yilzid asked filled the void and deliberately wanted to hear Ilker's answer.

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