Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker who was lulled with Dhyia

I don't know why his heart was so touched. The pity was also raised again to the woman who stood and changed the layout of her clothes. He immediately told Benar to come back to tidy it up.

"As usual, as usual," he said seeing a lot of clothes. Stay away from True and look for the phone that was a little forgotten, somewhere he put it.

"Okay, sir," answered Correct, taking the clothes that had fallen to the floor. Fold it back neatly, as the man liked.

Guilt was now seen on his face with guilt he also approached True to help him.

"Him, no need! Let it be, Aunty alone," said Right, glancing to a distant place. Where his young master stood. Dhyia also seemed to see the gaze of the housekeeper who was looking towards her husband who was standing who was talking inside the phone seriously.

Instantly Dhyia was sad, suddenly the face of her husband's lover flashed before her . Great hope to get love in return. However, there is also a great belief that the husband will prefer a woman who has been with him for a long time compared to him.

While Ilker who seriously spoke on his mobile phone told Cecar to keep an eye on developments about his company.

"Tomorrow we have a meeting! I hope you don't forget!" He repeated it again. "Tell Derya and Alen, too" he said firmly. He turned his back on both his assistant and his wife. Hang up the phone after hearing the answer from Cecar.

"Bi! Let me help you!" dhiya said offer himself. Taking out clothes that have fallen off.

"No, it doesn't matter! Let me just," said Benar taking the clothes from the woman. "Well, Madam sit down! There, Him!" true Pinta, swinging the index finger into the air right towards the seat of the roulette followed by Dhyia where the direction of the index finger is swinging without being pierced by True even once.

Mr. Altan who has not yet moved to see this is a little sultry because he stood for too long without a clear order, what to do. All he did was look at the True he had seen so often, he thought. Staring at the man who was behind him with a sharp look. Render upset while exhaling with a nose that blooms.

"It's okay, Bi! Let's get it all over!" he said, waiting for permission from Benar so that he could hold the already messy clothes. "Bi, it's okay! Mas Ilker won't be mar... ." He who persuaded True was silent as soon as the husband rebuked him.

"Let it! Bi It's true that it's the one who put it together!" said Ilker cut off the wife's request after turning off the phone and turning the body to look at the wife.

Dhyia retreated three steps back away, Right while near the door Pak Altan was getting more agitated, like a statue. Watching one by one of the three.

"You want to work?" asked Ilker who made Dhyia instantly aghast. Glanced at the tip of the man's foot that stood far away.

The woman was silent too. Confused what he should say. Afraid that he's wrong again. Anxious, if the man should scold her back. Staring at the man who had been sitting on the sofa adjacent to the window.

"If you want to work. Comehere! he gently looked at the wife's face fixedly and clearly for the second time.

Dhyia was getting excited and panicked, anxious about the bad things that had been imagined in her mind. Stay still and stay in place.

The look in those eyes continued to look at him as if wanting to swallow him, he thought increasingly riled up. Dhyia immediately lowered her head and could not look at the eyes filled with puzzles between anger and not. Squeezing a confused heart-clad fingers.

While Pak Altan looks confused to see things that are not related to him, followed by Benar who glances towards Pak Altan who has finished tidying up his clothes.

"Master. It's over, ' said True.

"Go! You two!" said Ilker swinging his hand into the air. Right and Mr. Altan finally went from a place that Mr. Altan said was hell.

Dhyia who wanted to flip stopped. Hearing the man's voice from behind stopped him.

"Your work is not done! There's still work for you! Tonight!" he said that made Dhyia instantly turn behind the veil that covered her face. His heart was a little bit dull.

With a heavy Dhyia stepped towards the husband, trembling to drag both feet to want to fall, approaching the man who had long been waiting for him to approach.

"It!" Ilker pointed at both of his shoulders. "My trip was exhausting today. I haven't had a rest all day. Staring straight ahead, followed by a glare turned sideways right towards the woman who was already standing next to the tail of the eye.

Dhyia felt like she was being forcefully silenced. Can't resist even if the scale is heavy. All he could do right now was follow the will of the man sitting on the sofa.

"A good massage! Because I'm tonight! Want to rest well. So tomorrow morning! My body was refreshed" he said, continuing to feel the woman's body approaching.

"Good, Mas!" dhyia replied after a long moment of silence and thought.

Swinging both hands massaged the man's shoulders which suddenly made him flutter tonight. Silent silence and move fingers massaging the shoulders gently which makes his body feel cold.

"You know? Tonight! I want to calm my mind. Stay away from all that makes me tired." Glanced at the woman's fingers that were massaging gently. However, it was a pity that the man did not notice her at all. He keeps telling stories. While Dhyia at the back was worried that when the man saw her fingers, that the wedding ring was no longer there.

He was getting stifled and mixed up in his heart while listening to the man's babble back.

"Real true! There are times when our bodies feel tired and have to rest." Feeling the gentle massage of the wife. "Never existed for this long! One person would massage 'me, '" he said.

Dhyia was even more hypnotized by the words of her husband. Continue the massage with feeling. Look at her husband's burly back. No doubt that Yilzid was infatuated with her. His tone was gentle and never angry with women. He who has a sense of empathy for someone with great especially to a weak woman, makes any woman not want to let go.

However, this was quite the opposite of Dhyia. He who had long waded the household ark with her had never received that treatment, as he had heard all along. On the contrary, he always gets bad treatment from the husband, both from his attitude and his words. But somehow? Lately the man has been being nice .

"As long as you're here. I have friends! Even after Rana's departure from the country. I feel like I'm not alone!" he said, glancing at the hand of the wife he hated the most when the fingers touched him.

"Mas! In this world, we cannot be alone. Even though we have no one. Even if we live in our own home. There is something we can make friends out there. Friends who can provide protection. Friends we can talk to and share with. It's got to be there, Mom?!" dhyia.

Hearing the woman's words Ilker was a little happy. His hatred for the woman disappeared.

" So, Mas! Mas, there's no need to be afraid! If, I live alone. Rest assured, Mother! God will not make us live. There are many people who do not want us and many who do not have a family. But that doesn't mean they live alone. They can still find someone to be friends with," he continued, staring nanar forward. Followed by the tears that wanted to drip as the image of her flashed before him.

The man grew even more filled as the woman said it as if it was a child inside him, thought an Ilker who kept glancing at the woman's fingers massaging him.

"But it all comes back to ourselves. How strong can we live it?" she smiled bitterly. "God will not let his servant be sad! If you are sincere and patient in living it. God says we have no family. Because every human being does not escape from trials and trials! Even though we sometimes complain."

Ilker just kept quiet listening to the talk as if he was being lulled by the woman standing behind him.

.

.

.

Seriate...