Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker's secret from wife

Dhyia immediately looked down after hearing and saw the gaze of the husband who seemed to tell her to be silent and did not have much to ask. He saw from the tail the man's eyes had left him.

"Sir! Don't be late! Because I have important business!" he said he walked with Mr. Balin who was carrying a suitcase. Stare straight ahead with your head held high.

"Well, sir," replied Balin who was stunned to see his young master take a step of departure so early. If it's this early it'll be fast to master, he thought. Carrying a suitcase.

From behind the door, Dhyia looked at the husband who stepped outside into the car, peering at her from behind the window covered by curtains.

A very happy feeling emanated clearly from behind the face of the husband even though he did not show it. With a light step he sat in front right on the right driving the car.

"Sir! Let me just take the car," asked Ilker from behind Mr. Balin, for a key.

At first glance Dhyia again glanced from behind the curtains covering her body. He still saw the shadow standing in front of the car.

"Okay, sir," said Mr. Balin. Hand over the key and leave where he wants to sit. Turning to the other bench, sitting on the left in front with his young master.

Ilker also drove the car without looking back precisely at the door of the house he had been through. The car disappeared from the woman's presence breaking up the still quiet and slightly dark streets that were scattered with cold air and the wind that was blowing was still cold.

Dhyia again felt sad because the husband did not want to be a little friendly towards her this morning. He looked down at his feet dragging the sorrow that was brewing in his heart.

"Him!" There was a scream right from above calling out to him.

"Yes, Bi!" he answered, raising his gaze toward the source of the sound.

"Him!' Bandages on the table! Shouldn't we just throw it away?" tanya Right, standing on the railing edge of the fence. Looking downstairs right at the young mistress.

"Yes, Bi!" she replied slowly, enduring the sadness, remembering the attitude of her husband.

"Let's Aunt, clean up first, Him!" Turn your body back into the room.

Dhyia limply dragged her two legs sitting on the dining table chair. Pensively holding his chin. Why did Mas Ilker go so early? Bring another suitcase? Thought wondering. Stare straight at the wall with a blank look.

"Sir, why did it go so early?" Mr. Balin was curious which made him wonder in his heart. Staring straight outside saw people who had been wandering around for a living and moving trees carried by the gusts of wind and smoke of motorized vehicles billowing black flying over the glass of cars and roads in the city the front they are going through. Pensively filled with astonishment, Mr. Balin glanced at the man who was carrying a car.

"Sir! When we arrive! You go home first!" pinta Ilker turned the car into a crossroads and headed to his office. "I don't have to be picked up or on the phone! Because I have a very important business!" Staring straight at the body of the road that has been passed by the tires of his car.

Mr. Balin who was sitting next to him just kept quiet and gave a full nod as a signal that he understood what the man was saying. Glancing at a glance to the right side with a mind that has been side by side a little awkwardness.

"Master! So, later if the madam asks about, sir to me? What do I have to answer, sir?" Mr. Balin again asked so that his mind was not chaotic. Look at the car that stopped in the parking lot.

"You don't have to say anything!" said Ilker immediately opened the car door and got out.

"Will you tell him first?! What's on your mind? It is also true that he will not stay silent to see him continue to be agitated," continued Ilker easily said that.

Mr. Balin was forced to stay still after listening to it while feeling the cold morning air penetrate the skin that has begun to wrinkle. Nodding lightly while looking at the suitcase that the man had brought.

"Listen to me, sir! Even though the Madam will ask the Father! Just answer me, as you are doing right now." Staring at Mr. Balin as if Ilker wished more to Mr. Balin if he told the truth, which is to take the employer to the office.

"I understand, Sir! If you ask right. I will answer the same, as you told me to convey to the Madam," he said, feeling a little awkwardness from his current master.

Ilker handed me the key. " Now! Back then!" Ilker. Staring at Mr. Balin with eyes afraid that Mr. Balin suddenly met the woman and knew his true secret.

Play around his smart phone while thinking. Who can help him now? Who can keep his secret.

"If it's a will, sir. I'll go," he said, turning the steps heavily, rigging the young master slightly.

Mr. Balin has now entered the car and closed the door, seen from afar which continues to be stared by Ilker Can Carya. The car also turned and drove in a hurry accompanied by a horn sound as a sign to signal farewell to the employer.

Ilker seemed happy to reply to him until he nodded his head with the gaze of the two eyeballs that kept a plan to call Mr. Altan and tell him to come.

"Turning around while opening the phone he held earlier, followed by the right hand hand handing the suitcase to a guard to keep the suitcase in a safe place with the gaze of both eyes and mouth closed.

The guard nodded as a gesture that he understood and brought the suitcase straight in and put it where no one could see it. Leaving Ilker who was still standing pressed the number.

"I want! You're coming as soon as possible!" ilker's orders were firm, walking into the meeting room.

" Okay, Mister." Mr. Altan answered without asking. He who has lived with the Carya family for a long time must have known well what his master wanted or not. Turn off the phone directly and glance to and fro on guard from people who will pay attention to him.

"Sir! A rush? Where are you going?" tanya bi Benar who swept the courtyard accidentally passed by, seeing Pak Altan was in a hurry.

"Things everywhere! I just want to go there for breakfast," replied Mr. Altan, throwing away an instant glance from Benar. "I once! Want to buy food outside," he continued, hastily opened the fence.

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