Marriage is Because of Trust
In the meeting room

Pak Altan directly dragged his feet away from Benar who was suddenly standing behind him holding a broomstick. Staring straight at the pushy with irregular breaths.

" Weird! Tumbenan to outdoor food?" mumbling True astonished. "If anyone tells! Uhhh! He doesn't even want to!" he said with a small mutter, leaning a broom against the wall and leaving Pak Altan for a moment from his mind. Go inside the house take the dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine.

Dhyia immediately lowered her hand spontaneously, got up from the chair and pretended to smile as she watched Bi True enter. "His, is the young master gone?" true Tanya when she saw the young mistress taking the glass.

"Already, Bi" replied Dhyia smiling wryly, pretending to take a glass.

"Overnight, Auntie to the same mind, ma'am," said Correct. "Is the pain healed or not?" he turned his back to the woman with a cheerful feeling this morning. Singing with a small mutter that rang out to the ears of the woman standing behind him.

"Auntie, today looks so happy," said Dhyia inwardly, turning her gaze to look outwards, as if the heart of True bi that was depicted happily was the same, as the air outside. The air was so bright, he thought. "Payments." Looking back at the True bi who was wiping the table with a face that was not, as usual.

"Today Bibi was very happy, Nya," she said.

"Happy why, Bi?" ask Dhyia who pretends to be happy in front of True.

" In a moment, Aunt's son is getting married" he replied straightforwardly. "Long time! Bibi Wish this Aunt's son was married soon," she said expectantly from the bottom of her heart.

" Alhamdulillah, now Bibi's hope is granted" replied Dhyia. "May last, Bi. And hopefully be a sadinah family, mawadah and warahmah," he said, putting the glass. Bi Benar instantly felt touched and smiled as he turned his body towards the young mistress.

"Auntie, hope so, too." Continuing eight.

Dhyia also smiled sweetly mixed in behind the housekeeper. Instantly He turned back to look at Dhyia.

"But, Auntie is sometimes scared, her. If Aunt's son is just as alive, as any other... ." True too silent bowed bitterly. "...not happy."

"Bi, happiness is only God knows. We as humans should not think like that. Rest assured, Bi! As long as we pray and are sure. Will God give us happiness?!" dhyia looked straight ahead imagining herself.

"Mrs right! But sometimes the thought comes haunting Auntie! Which makes Bibi afraid that later Bibi's child will not be happy, " he said, feeling sad to see his young mistress who has not felt happiness since marriage.

"Bi, Auntie can't think like that! Good and bad only God knows. We as his servants just run it sincerely and patiently. Aunt know you? The fruit of patience is very sweet in the end" he continued smiling expectantly that one day it would come his way.

Dhyia is back in the middle of dreams and reality. Looking straight ahead at the winding road. The reality that he is living at this time is very much befalling his feelings so that shed tears. Shut up and smile behind the sorrow glimpsed at a glance by Right.

Mr. Altan who was outside was busy himself accidentally seen by Dhyia who wanted to get out of the kitchen.

"Pak Altan," he murmured near the kitchen door that was right on the left side. Standing peeking at Pak Altan who seems suspicious. Riding a car that looks to pick him up who is not recognized by Dhiya.

In the meeting room, Ilker who was sitting looked panicked after seeing the results of the reports from all the reports that had been edited by his staff.

He was so shocked and surprised to see some of the shows that will be aired suddenly not so, just like that. Even the other show abruptly withdrew its schedule. Likewise, the film received a judgment that was so bad that his television branch decreased degrading.

This further frustrated him and melted into scattered debris.

"Oh, my God! I can't imagine it," he murmured bitterly which was clearly heard by Cecar and Alen.

Alen and Cecar immediately met. Slowly they avoided that gaze in order to keep the boss from any ill-judgment towards them. Panic mixed with feelings of anxiety and concern now they feel, see what happens to the boss. Both of them looked down as well as the other staff. They were so happy to see it.

 Their TV station is very bad since the famous model Ziya Yilzid is joined by a new TV station that appeared in the world of television recently.

"We are forced to make an event that has never existed" whispered Alen tilting his body slightly towards Cecar.

"You're upset," Cecar's sentil directly that makes Alen even more down.

"Alen, Fee! Is this a valid result?" asked Ilker with some hesitation.

"Yes, Sir! That's already valid. That Derya said, that's a real report!" connect Cecar.

"I want you to work harder to make the most entertainment in the audience. Find creative ideas from the ones you've ever thrown away!" Stare at Alen and Cecar and at the other staff as well.

"Sir! Permission, I want to give you a response. We can find creative ideas but it may take a long time because we have got a very bad twig!" said one of the staff.

"The creative idea exists, sir! It's just the problem. We don't find any more stars" another continued.

"Yes, Sir! They're all on the cinder because our twigs are already too ugly" Derya said.

Ilker continued to listen to the grievances of all his staff. Staring at the nanar out with the grasp of empty hands.

"That's very difficult. In here! If we want our TV branch to go up. The only way we have to persuade Yilzid is because he is a top model with more followers." Cesar straight up his seat gave a suggestion, glancing at Ilker who was just silent as if he was thinking about the proposal was impossible.

"Sir! Even now we never again we get a product offer that brand," said one of the staff. "This is because our twigs are down and the audience watching our broadcast is already reduced." Looking towards Ilker who was holding his chin with both hands.

He looked a little pale as if he did not have the guts to compete in the entertainment industry. Many times his injured fingers opened up sheet by sheet.

"Then from that! I want you to work even more! Don't relax too much!" he said he was almost desperate. "Alen and Cecar and Derya! I hope you guys come up with quality new ideas! In order for this twig tv to rise again, as before."

"Well, sir," the three of them replied heavily.

Ilker who sat leading the meeting had started to get nervous because his man had not told him . Time and again he glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist that was glimpsed silently by Alen and Cecar who were sitting opposite to him, which was sitting on the right. They were unceasingly staring at the hands of the right superior which made them startled and gaping.

Ilker is getting tangled with the situation in the middle of this industry. This does not make it falter even this makes it a human who must stand firm and never give up even though the legs already want to fall.

"Sir! I'm told to leave you here" Ilker Can Carya's man told the plain Pak Altan. Look at a large, empty basement. "I'll be gone for a while to let you know that I brought you here" said the man.

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