Marriage is Because of Trust
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Mr. Altan waited as ordered. From far away Ilker's men seemed to be in a hurry to meet him

to convey the message that he had brought the person he wanted. Standing in the waiting room, facing outwards towards the arrival of the messenger.

From afar the messenger was seen walking fast so that he immediately met the man who was still struggling in the meeting room.

He was waiting outside the room. The tightly closed meeting room was completely unobtrusive, he thought as he glanced towards the door knof.

Ilker was seen from inside the room closing his meeting session with his staff.

"Enough get here today's meeting!" he said agitatedly as he swung his hand in the air glancing at the clock that was coiling in his hand.

The whole meeting finally came out of the room. The man who was standing outside the door dragged his feet to stand in front of the open door, looking at Ilker Can Carya's burly back from afar who was standing behind the door.

Alen and Cecar who cross paths with the strange man also looked at him with question marks while dragging their two legs out which was followed by Derya from behind who slipped through the door that was covered by alen's body is a little.

 It seemed strange to them that the man who had only been in for a few days was working as an OB looking towards the owner of the TV station.

"That's the New Boy! Why are you looking in here?" alen asked astonished and disturbed, turning his face directly towards Cecar's ears.

"Maybe he wants to ask for time off" replied Cecar perfunctorily. Glanced at the boy coming inside.

"Patience, yes!" said one of the meeting participants in the direction of the incoming OB, in a hurry to compile the file.

The OB just floated a smile. "Sir! That man has been waiting for you in the waiting room." Turning his head instantly whispered behind Ilker who was a little tall from him.

Ilker immediately flipped back towards the man who was whispering. She lightly pulled her lips straight away and released all the weight that was piling up on the head.

"What?" He was also happy as if he did not believe. Hurry up to pick up the phone on the table and leave the meeting room immediately, following the man who was heading to the waiting room.

"Excuse me Sir! The young master had already come," he said from behind which shocked the man directly.

"Go!" Ilker directly swung his hand towards the new OB just now.

"Did anyone see you?" asked Ilker curiously, walking after his man.

"No, Sir! That man has arrived sir! Now he's downstairs." Down the stairs to the basement.

"Good!" Ilker went down and entered the empty and spacious place.

"There, sir! The person," he said, pointed at Pak Altan who suddenly from afar turned his head towards the two of them.

His heart was instantly relieved and happy that his departure today would be safe. No one knew including the house person, he thought leisurely.

From afar Pak Altan was a little restless because he felt guilty to bi Benar for lying to cover up the mistake.

The two of them approached each other after telling the man to leave. Feeling happy in the heart because the person who is safe to keep his secret has been present standing in front of him and will deliver him to the airport.

"Yes!" replied Ilker briefly who was impatient to meet his heart and spend time together enjoying the intimacy between the two of them.

Walk towards the secret door from the basement that was built by Ajnur Barlian Carya to guard from the violent Gohan Hakan. Now the road was again passed by Ilker to protect himself from the eyes that would ruin his plan.

"Sir! Please, take my suitcase in the room there!" tell Ilker to get in the car first.

"Well, sir," replied Mr. Altan directly who was no stranger to the room mentioned by the man.

It is very happy for Ilker at this time. Now she can be with her lover again after so long and nothing seems to be able to ban her now other than marriage, he thought, remembering the mother. Sitting in the car while straightening his stiff muscles due to sitting too long. Leaning the body and head on the back of the car bench and calm the nerves that were too much thought while playing the phone waiting for Pak Altan.

Sending a message to the lover that they will meet at the airport outside the city to protect themselves from others.

"This, Master!" said Mr. Altan stuffed the suitcase into the trunk of the office car. "Oh, yeah! There's one more." Suddenly Ilker looked back. "Please open the suitcase is anyone missing or not?" he continued, pointing at the suitcase with the gaze of both his eyeballs.

"Well, sir," replied Mr. Altan directly opening the suitcase. "Alas Sir. Master what forgetfulness?" Slowly pak Altan buttoned the suitcase back.

"I have a camera and a photo tripod. I can't remember! Is it missing or not?" Ilker remembered it.

"If there is a photo tripod, sir" he replied directly.

"If camera?" asked Ilker, looking straight ahead from behind the glass of the car, followed by his fingers playing the phone.

"Here you go, sir," he said. Closing luggage. The office car they were riding in was never driven by anyone other than him. This car is often parked in a closed place that no one should touch it. This car is often called a Cecar is a car mala havoc because it should not be touched. If anyone wants to get close to him, it will be reprimanded.

Such is the great love story of these two lovebirds so that everything about them both seems full of enigma. No one dared to speak out to reveal the story of those who had been united in the heart.

"Sir! Do the car fast!" tell Ilker who only spoke a word or two, put on a seatbelt.

The deg!

Mr. Altan immediately turned pale, his breathing was now unruffled, entering the key and turning on the car. This secret car quickly left the office area. A car that is no less luxurious with a scuffed car has now moved according to instructions from men who want to stop at the airport.

In the house Dhyia was still thinking about her husband's behavior this morning with a question mark she entered the work room owned by her husband who recently very rarely touched by the man.

Dragging both feet filled with all suspicions about the man's silence and often seen playing a mobile phone.

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