Marriage is Because of Trust
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Ilker had eaten the food to the end. The food that the wife brought before her. This time, I don't know why? He did not want to make the woman look sad and disappointed with the teasing he also sucked into his mouth and took the medicine on the table. Take a drink of water and gulp it down.

While being followed by both eyeballs looking at the phone that does not sound at all. Sorrow mixed with annoyance at the problems that occurred with his company.

He then continued to open the phone and again saw the contact of the lover who did not give any news at all.

"Yes" Yilzid said in a cold voice from behind a message that went into his phone with an apology.

"Tomorrow we'll go on vacation! How dear? You want?" ask Ilker from within the message.

"okay!" his answer was brief which made the man stop his reply for the woman.

Put the phone back on the table and then go into the bathroom, calming the mind with a shower that flows soaking the entire body. Throw away all the tiredness that begs inside the head.

Now in the kitchen, Dhyia is still sitting on the dining table chair with a menu of dishes prepared by Benar and not to miss also with Pak Altan who is busy looking for medicine for the mistress.

"Don't think too much, My! His name is human! Must have a problem?! Different problems," he said glancing at the madam. "If trouble comes, it is always in a row. He never wanted to come one-on-one" Altan complained as he opened a P3K box hanging next to the counter table.

"I'm fine! This has happened a lot, Bi," he said. Seeing Bi Benar who was busy preparing food for himself.

Right and Mr. Altan also met with one another as if the two said that Madame Dhyia should not be sick and should not be caught by the master. They also turned away from their own eyes while gulping in dismay.

"Regular like, what?" true Tanya placed the plate that already contained food right in front of Dhyia on the table. "If the condition of the Madam, like this. This is no ordinary name. Where there are people who are more dizzy it is mediocre," sings True a little baffled.

"Him! If there is a problem! Don't be so thought out! I never did! Too much thinking about it because if too thought will have a bad impact on our health," continued Pak Altan handed over the drug he found.

Dhyia was silent as she fed the food little by little into the mouth. Listening to their incessant and perhaps new babbling stops when this meal runs out, he thought seeing the two of them who seemed to be accusing each other of their current condition.

"Bi, the food is over" he said happily, grateful in his heart for being given the Khaliq sustenance.

"Alhamdulillah, New! Aunt so, glad."

"Well! It's his dong. " 'It's nice to see, '" said Pak Altan stroking his chest. "Congratulations!" he said in his heart of the possible attack that came with a sudden from the man they called 'Young Master'. It's right to stroke the chest too, as did Pak Altan.

Dhyia immediately smiled in satisfaction for having managed to make both of her assistants happy.

"Alhamdulillah, Bi," today the food is all gone," he said in relief.

" If you think so, right! Aunty so, happy," he said, glancing at Mr. Altan. "Yes, right, sir! If you think it's gini, it's good to cook every day." Look at the employer.

Dhyia spontaneously smiled shyly. "Auntie can do it!" said. Down because the aunt kept teasing him while Pak Altan only heard her grin looking at him. Move out while carrying the food pack Balin and Edis are lazy to go inside to eat.

The night was almost silent. However, their laughter still filled their void.

"Bi, if Auntie's long hair! Must aunt look younger?!" ledek Dhyia who used to joke on the sidelines.

"Mrs, can you!" right Sentil blushed shyly to the woman he had once considered, like his own son up to this moment, his sense of regret never changed.

His sick body was instantly fit . His pale and lethargic face was instantly sumringah. He got up and walked to the closet. When his hand opened the closet and immediately saw the clothes that were arranged and had changed shape.

"Altan! Altan! Altan!" he shouted three times. Looking back at his shirt. "Allan!" he was emotional because he had been waiting for a long time. However, the person he called had not met him yet.

"Mas Ilker," he said, turning towards the living room. Rushed away releasing the glass straight away.

"Him! The one called, Mr. Altan." Right away screaming with force. It felt bad to say that to Dhyia.

Sontak Dhyia stopped her steps. He regained consciousness that no matter how much he bounced back he would never be considered at all.

"Good, Bi!" he said he immediately undoed his intentions while glancing upwards right at the door of the room.

"Him! Just wait here!" true Pinta saw Dhyia feeling sad.

True also went to look for Pak Altan, not how long Dhyia waited for him was nongol with Pak Altan. Mr. Altan again grimaced inwardly looking at the stairs he wanted to climb. Stepping fast up the stairs seen by Dhyia and Benar .

Poor Mr. Altan, thought Dhyia staring until she disappeared behind the door.

"Definitely, Mas Ilker scolded him again?!" he said with both eyes staring at the closed door.

"Are you deaf or not, anyway? Ha?" Ask a nervous Mr. Altan. "Did you forget? I told you, what?" Staring at Mr. Altan with the closet doors open and the clothes that have fallen apart.

A word is not heard from Mr. Altan. He just silently squeezed his fingers in his heart. Looking at his young master's long legs.

"It's only been a week! You have forgotten!" he said it was gaping as if he could not believe what he had seen lately.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Really ! Right ! Right," his screams echoed in the room.

Rightly ran away from the place where, he stood looking at Pak Altan. Climbing a big ladder. "Could be! I had gout," he complained of climbing the stairs with a slightly long footstep.

'Yes, Master! What's up?" tanyanya was anxious, gulping. Squeeze the two fingers crossed forward. Glancing at Pak Altan who exhaled many times.

" Who made this dress?" he pointed to the closet.

"I'm Mas," replied Dhyia directly nongol in the midst of the household assistants with the intention of wanting to lighten the burden of Pak Altan and Benar . "I see your clothes are a mess, Mom! So, I tidy up," she replied gently. Which made the man's heart suddenly turn towards him.

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