Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker and Yilzid's happiness in the midst of Dhyia's grief

Dhyia was shocked when she saw the plastic scattering on the desk of a man who was none other than her own husband. Plastic, he thought. Take it and look at it carefully. Plastic is nothing but used plastic equipment that is still new.

In the middle of the road Ilker told Pak Altan to take another path that is not tangled in traffic and free from police obstacles. The car continued to speed through a safe and secure toll road to the airport.

"Sir, we're here!" mr. Altan said, shut off the car engine and take the suitcase out of the trunk.

Rushing quickly Ilker went down and carrying a suitcase held by his right hand entered the airport door that many passengers were sitting waiting, waiting, there are those who carry trolleys and there are also those who are milling with suitcases and bags. Each of them looks very enthusiastic to immediately board the plane after boarding pass he also entered the plane and sat on the bench according to the number listed on the ticket.

Ziya Yilzid now appears to have left his residence safely. Waiting for the lover at the airport whom they both agreed to.

Dress as beautifully as possible for the sake of the idol who will pick her up. It was so happy for her that she could not reveal her feelings. Looked at her beautiful face in the mirror. Her sexy and white body further adds to her beauty Her long hair is now draped like a princess.

From afar Mr. Altan was seen leaving the airport. He returned to deliver the car to where Ilker had ordered it. Meet the man who picked her up earlier at Carya's house.

"Please come in, sir!" said the man while swinging his hand.

Mr. Altan got into the car that was in his side, sat down and put on his seatbelt.

"If I have to wear it, sir!" said the man softly as if swinging his words.

"Car, you feel weird, don't you?" Alen bent his face on the table with one hand, like he was thinking about the boy.

"Engga! At most he is! Just want to clean the meeting room," said Cecar do something as desired by their boss.

"While that cleanses, right! Not him" Alen said.

"Yes! Where does he know! He's still new here. So, he only worked according to his position. That's all I think." Staring at Alen who often turned his lips, if Cecar did not agree with him which made the Cecar even more furious to see his tomboyish and adorable friend.

The plane that the man was riding on had now departed to his destination. With a joyful heart he continued to stare at the clouds from behind the window of the plane . He never imagined it would be, like this again with his beloved heart. On vacation together after so long they were never seen walking together spending time.

In the room exactly still in the workroom of the man who had become her husband. He kept checking every table, under the table even every corner of the floor. He was so curious because he saw so many strange things. Plenty of plastic was strewn about, he thought, like the cover of stuff he didn't know about at all.

The longer the suspicion arises in her heart if her husband had not gone just on vacation. Unwanted things re-entered his mind which made him even more agitated.

In the middle of the road Mr. Altan who wants to return home, get a message from the man who was delivered by him to the airport.

"Please send all the photographic equipment to the living room in the closet in the workspace. Pack it neatly, so it doesn't get damaged!" said Ilker from inside the phone sent a message to Pak Altan.

"Good, Sir." Mr. Altan replied to the message.

"Him! Madam, can you come down, right? Accompany Auntie," said Right from behind the recorder.

Dhyia stopped her search and approached a digital voice recorder attached to her husband's desk.

"Engga, New! Aunty just pity her, madam. You see, the Madam herself is in the room. That's all!" True immediately explained after seeing the woman was so anxious.

"God, Bi. Think Auntie's in trouble." Dhyia immediately smiled. "Bi, all day Mr. Altan not visible?" tanya Dhyia who saw Pak Altan picked up by car.

"Yes, Him! Last time, Mr. Altan said, "You're buying breakfast." Rightly remembered. "Auntie forgot to tell her to Madam."

"Cock tumbens, Bi! Mr Altan wants to eat out?" Dhyia asked again after hearing the delivery of her housekeeper to her. "Oh, yes, Bi! Mr. Balin, are you home too?" ask Dhyia again inquisitively.

"Auntie doesn't know, Yes," replied Right. "Where did Mr. Balin go?" It is true to ask back to the gentle master.

"I don't know, either, Bi." Remembering that this morning. "Bi, have entered Dzuhur. We better pray first." Dhyia switched the conversation after she heard the voice of Adhan from afar.

"Yes, New. Aunt in a minute! Again nanggung," said Benar who is compiling a dish rack that has not been used anymore.

"Bi, it's not good to delay. If we've heard the call. We have to get it done right away" said Dhyia gently and carefully.

"Yes, Him!" answer True Shame.

"Then wait, Bi!" Bi True could at least refuse the woman's invitation with the weight she got up from her seat.

Suddenly as she climbed the stairs, Dhyia remembered the same man who had become her husband now when she wanted to step into the bathroom to take ablution, she suddenly remembered. "Mas Ilker, very rarely pray," he murmured. Turn around and pick up the cell phone she often puts in the drawer.

Seen from the outside, Mr. Altan has arrived at the Carya residence which was delivered by the person who picked him up earlier. Get out of the car without anyone seeing him including Mr. Balin and Edis. Strolling saggingly, like a propeller while keeping watch from the glare of sharp True eyes. Looking towards the quiet little hut. He immediately calmed his tightened face earlier now looked relaxed stepping on the spacious courtyard of the Carya residence.

The drawer door was opened, the phone was immediately visible and the wedding ring stored in a small red box was also visible to him. Slowly she picked up the phone and opened the on button, looking for the contact number of the husband.

"Assalamualaikum," he said back through a chat. Messages were sent. However, the man did not reply at all, even though he was online.

Dhyia was sad again because her chat was not answered. During his stay with the man he was always indifferent to him never even felt that the chat of the woman who had lived with him was very important.

He tried to sincerely accept it, smiled patiently and returned to storing the phone. Closing the drawer then raising his gaze looked at himself inside the cracked mirror. Wake up from his seat, take ablution to throw away all the misery.

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