Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia's suspicion of husband

Another with Burcu who had fallen asleep, suddenly jolted and immediately grabbed the phone located on the bed right next to him. Look at the clock and think, is the nonanya at home or not?

He went out and checked the room of the famous model. Knocking on the locked door.

"Money!" he shouted from the outside sticking the ear to the wall. "Miss is asleep, hasn't she?" Burcu knocked on the door and asked again.

Yilzid who was in the room was silent. He didn't want to say anything because he was worried that Burcu would find something that would get him into trouble. Silent staring at the door that was knocked on was probably much better than having to turn it and open it, he thought. Hugging a pillow while staring at the door of the room that makes him anxious if the door suddenly opened itself.

"Non! If Miss hasn't slept? Better eat first!" He kept pestering from outside the room.

"He was always disturbing. Likes to stick the same, like a hammer," yilzid said.

Long wait at last, Burcu left because there was no reply from the room at all. He went back into the room.

Ilker who was asleep was jolted and reflexes immediately saw the clock of the rotating wall. It was still at that hour, he thought. Looking for a cell phone and glancing at the blanket he had put to cover the wife's body now looks instead cover her body. He immediately glanced back at the figure of the kind and gentle woman who was asleep leaning against the wall with a face covering the body.

He also moved to pick up the phone located on the roulette glimpsed back the glass that makes his eyes uncomfortable. Rotating the body sitting on the sofa back by holding the blanket that covered his body earlier, seeing the number that indicates the hit has changed. He frantically removed the phone from his grasp and brusquely brushed off the blanket.

Stunned, he entered the room into the bath and turned on the shower, watering his body covered by a thin cloth. Wearing shampoo and soap then hurriedly stepping out opened the glass door where the shower stood. Take a neatly folded towel inside the basket just below the bathroom sink.

Walking out of the bathroom hurriedly opened the door. Suddenly he was surprised to see the wife had woken up and stood straight in front of him.

Looking at the husband who was a little suspicious. "Mas! Where are you going this afternoon?" his question was astonished by the imperfect consciousness.

Ilker did not answer him at all. He seemed confused what to say. Silence is the right thing in response, he thought, passing the wife who asked just like that, followed by his eyes glancing at the suitcase.

Seeing the husband who did not give an answer, he dragged both feet into the bathroom with a face that was still suspicious and full of question marks. Turn on the shower by gently wetting her body. The flowing water seemed to bring a pile of problems away with relax he enjoyed the shower that watered his body.

After the water flowed calmed his mind. She recalled her husband who was suddenly strange, not as usual. Hurry up quickly to open the bathroom door.

"Mas! Did they leave immediately? Do you want to pray first?" Dhyia again asked after wearing a kimono towel out of the bathroom with a kimono towel that covers up to the eyes of the feet and also the head covering.

"You go first! I will pray outside" he replied lightly.

"Where are you going, Mom?" dhyia asked, seeing her husband wearing clothes.

"I'm going nowhere" he replied directly. Turn your body into the dressing room with your pants on. "Oh, yes! You want to come in?" asked Ilker back out and suddenly stood behind the door.

"Yes, Mommy" he answered.

"Then come in! I'll wait here" he said indifferently and no longer saw the woman who entered the dressing room.

Dhyia rushed to change the clothes she had taken from earlier in the closet. Swinging the right leg out while looking towards the man standing straight back at the door.

"Thank you." He walked in without looking at the woman who asked. Reply nonchalantly and enter in a hurry

He was so excited, thought Dhyia who kept dragging her feet taking the prayer mats and mukena. He then carried out his duty before the Khaliq.

Not long after that Ilker came out of the dressing room with a happy heart. Wearing a perfume whose aroma was smelled by the wife who had finished walking past him, took the phone he placed earlier on the tolet. "It turns out, this glass has not been fixed," he said inwardly looking at the glass plastered before him again at a glance looking at his handsome face behind the cracked glass.

The clock continued to run in a hurry, and he immediately picked up the suitcase he had placed last night behind the door. Glancing at the wife who folded up mukena.

"Mas! This early morning! Mas, where are you going?" the curious wife asked again, as she looked at the gentle and loving figure of the man holding the door knof.

"You get down, '' he answered immediately carrying a suitcase and rushed out to avoid the woman who was constantly asking. "She's been babbling lately!" he murmured, down the stairs.

Calling Mr. Balin from above as he saw that Mr. Balin was walking in the kitchen. "Sir! Please get out of the car now!" he asked in a voice that sounded a bit rushed.

Dhyia ran out, seeing her husband in a hurry down the stairs.

"Mas, don't eat first?" he asked from behind .

"No!" the answer continued to step in followed by the right hand holding the suitcase and the left hand holding the phone. At least he did not look back.

"Yes, sir" replied Balin. Stand near to his master. So swift was Mr. Balin against his master that he was not willing to rush to sip his drinking water.

"Quick! Get the car out now! I'm in a hurry." Open phone. "Hurry and get the car keys!" her word.

"Good sir." Mr. Balin also ran to pick up the car keys hanging right in the tv room.

"Mas! Why did you go with a suitcase?" asked Dhyia who had been standing near the man.

"I told you! I have business!" he said busy replying to messages. Handing the suitcase into the hands of Mr. Balin who passed through it. Mr. Balin immediately brought the suitcase without speaking a word and Ilker followed Mr. Balin from behind to the garage.

"Bags,Tap... ." He stopped his words when he saw the face of the man who had unexpectedly turned towards him.

"Dhya!" he said gently, turning the body back on its feet.

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