Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker and Yilzid were engrossed in a message

Continue the massage until the man tells her to stop. Staring at the nape of the man who actually loved him very much. His breath was blowing from within. It was as if he was at a loss to see a fate that liked to play tricks on him.

Moving his fingers to touch that shoulder. Even a word no longer comes out with his massage. The man now seemed to be thinking hard about living it all by himself.

"Have you ever felt lonely?" asked the man who made Dhyia so astonished.

He answered it straight away. "I once felt alone and there were no friends" he said, replaying his childhood memories. "In that moment! My mom just died and I have to stay in a parlor. Everything feels empty. It all looks so foreign that even a lot of kids are running away from me because they don't know me yet and that's the first time they see me. I wanted to be friends, but they just kept it all away and some even yelled accusing me of wanting to hit him." A faint smile mixed with amusement.

"Then did they hit you?" ask Ilker who started getting carried away.

"No, but they pulled me and locked me in my room and told me to stay away from them" she replied.

Ilker had not spoken at all, he was still silent. As if he felt sorry for that woman. His sore and heavy shoulders began to improve.

"Rest!" he said looking straight ahead. "Now my shoulder is a bit light," he continued with a relieved face.

Dhyia dragged her legs aside from the man cautiously as she did not know about her husband's sudden change of attitude tonight.

"I'll excuse you then, Mom!" dhyia said twisting the body. Walking her back to the man who had been willing to speak at this moment gently to her.

He feels confused to describe his feelings now, overwhelmed happy or sad. Although that attitude was clearly in his eyes. Ask yourself that happiness endures or ends. The woman did not know at all. However, he still believes in the Khaliq that every human being will have happiness or suffering.

Walking continued to drag his legs that were feeling a little weak. However, for the sake of the husband so as not to panic and scold his two assistants he forced the body to be strong.

"Sleep here! It's already night. Below is definitely no Altan and Right?! After all, this room, 'is broad, '" he said from behind, stopping Dhyia's hand holding the door knof.

Look back. "Mas, but I haven't prayed yet" he said. Staring at the man who no longer wanted to look at his face.

"You can tell Right to deliver you here!" his suggestion.

"But, Mas.. ," said Dhyia who was immediately surprised to see the face of the husband who suddenly turned sour. Which made him shut his mouth.

He also breathed a long breath. Looking at the man who did not like to be rebutted and remembering the True who had rested.

Stand still like a statue. Waiting for a decision that will come out of his mind. Looking at the husband who is starting to pay attention . Move and press the sound recorder button.

"Bi, right please! Take me to my room!" the order is from inside the recorder.

Sontak Dhiya immediately gaping to see the change in attitude of the husband who suddenly changed tonight. He was getting confused and wondering which he could not answer.

"Awhile more! It's going up." Get out of bed and back on the couch, rest her body on the armrest while straightening both legs, raising the right leg above her left foot.

Playing a cell phone, seeing the chatter of his dream lover.

Dhyia had no choice but to follow the request of the man who stretched his leg muscles on the sofa. Sitting waiting for True bi on the bed while looking towards the tolet who has not changed a new glass. As it turned out, the crack was quite large, she thought, glancing silently towards the sofa right looking towards her husband's hands that had not healed yet.

Tok ! Tok ! Geck!

There was a knock from outside. Dhyia flinched and moved to open the door. However, it was void because the husband's hand told him to stay still in bed.

"Lake in!" shouted Ilker from within.

The door to the room opened immediately. "Master! This is the face" said the True, standing at the door.

"Put it in its place!" ilker's orders sounded extremely cold. Keep playing his smart phone.

"Thank you, Bi," he said with a smile.

While Ilker is still fun to be seen sending messages with his heart adoration and did not turn his head in the direction of Right.

"Together! Excuse me, New!" the word True twisting the body. Door closing.

Dhyia is getting more and more unusual Ilker mas, like this, she thinks eliminating all the ugliness that has been going on about the man lately. Staring at the face delivered by Benar earlier.

Elsewhere Cecar was thinking about the recent tempests in the office. Starting from the cancellation of advertisements, the inhibition of a model for the TV station he handled. There was a bit of awkwardness, he thought seeing everything simultaneously. Open your phone and notify Alen and other employees, especially Derya so that tomorrow will come sooner because there is an important meeting, through their group chat.

Dhyia then took ablution and fulfilled her duty as a devout Muslim. Standing straight facing the qibla back to the husband who still enjoys enjoying his selonjoran on the sofa.

Yilzid who was replying to the message with the man was not willing to release it until now. He looks so happy that he forgets the message from Burcu, the bodyguard who always wants to know his business to immediately go down if the father has arrived.

"Okay, honey, all right! I'll dress up as pretty as possible for you. So that you are happy and happy to see your beautiful lover," he replied from the phone.

Messages entered Ilker's cell phone that looked calm in the midst of the wife's prayer.

"Dude! I want tomorrow, we're both leaving. Because this is our holiday together. And I hope no one knows about this. Only you and I can know" he said in a message.

"Darling, you calm down. My bodyguard won't be coming" he replied, sending a message.

Ilker also read it. He unceasingly signed a photo of his lover who had not met since the quarrel.

Dhyia who has finished with her dignity to the Khaliq opens the door and stores the folded mucus neatly. Looking towards a husband who is still fun on his own.

"Mas!" call carefully.

Ilker answered immediately. "Sleep!" she said softly.

Dhyia was getting uncontrollable, her heart now seemed to flow - flowers seeing her husband's current attitude. As in dreamland, he thought of seeing a rare occurrence.

"Mas! All this time. I saw, Mas is too busy" he said, staring at the man lying on the sofa still fixedly staring at the mobile phone. "So, there was a little forgetfulness," he continued, again shutting his mouth.

"Then say!" reply the man indifferently. "I don't understand what you're saying, what?"

"I just want to remind you, if wasting time in vain is a loss." Dhyia did not want the man in front of her to be complacent with her pleasure.

The man immediately let go of his phone and raised his head upright looking straight ahead. "Just get to the point! what do you want to say," he said in a flat tone of voice.

Dhyia said it straight away. "Mas! Instead, I spend time looking at my phone. Better yet, pray! You are still young, you can still worship well. In order to avoid bad things." Staring at the man who was staring at him as well.

"Well, stop your babbling! sleep now!" said.

Dhyia also spilled her weak, slightly dizzy body on the bed. Tilting her back to her husband.

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