Marriage is Because of Trust
In the car and on the couch

The time of Dzuhur has come now is the time for him to stretch his prayer rites fulfilling his obligations solemnly.

Departing at the airport, Ilker had reached the airport they had agreed to both He got off the plane, passed the passengers who were busy downstream and into the pick-up place, the pick-up, in the baggage reclaim in haste. After that he walked to the exit.

Where it looks like his lover has been waiting for a long time and immediately runs to hug Ilker. "Honey," he said with a happy heart. "Finally, you arrived." He looked up at the man's face. "I think you're lying" he said, long yearning for love.

"Today, I won't let you down, hm!" said Ilker glanced at the woman he loved so much warmly while swinging his left hand to hug the woman. Standing waiting for the car that has been booked by him.

Ziya Yilzid smiled happily in the arms of the man who had not been able to meet her for a long time. The car suddenly stopped in front of them.

Dhyia who still sits alone on the prayer mat, praying to the Creator that her husband's heart softened so that he would be kind to her because lately more and more irregularities have occurred.

Another case with Pak Altan that the longer it looks increasingly strange. Drink and eat in a hurry no, as is usually noticed by True from afar.

Ilker and Yilzid were seen sitting together in the car. Yilzid who continued to stick and resuscitate his head on the shoulder of the lover increasingly feel comfortable and occasionally Ilker glanced at his lover happily.

Dhyia continued to pray to tell her heart to the Creator who was still happy to give her a test. He shed tears as he suddenly remembered the man who was still enthroned in his heart.

The car sped towards the inn that Ilker had ordered before departure. The clothes he wore when he was in the office leading the meeting have been seen to change. Before the departure of Ilker took the time to change clothes when Pak Altan took a suitcase.

Right who kept paying attention to Pak Altan from afar was very curious. From far away he kept staring at the man who looked agitated. At the dinner table, Mr. Altan looks very uncomfortable. He continued to move to and fro with uncertain thoughts because his master had told him that the item was to be sent immediately. Hearing that his young mistress was still upstairs made him even more confused.

"Sir! Where have you been?" true Tanya as if pretending not to see Pak Altan's unease. Staring at Pak Altan's two eyeballs suspiciously . "Say, "Would you like to buy breakfast? Where's?" Correctly sharpen his gaze as if challenging Pak Altan's speech earlier.

Mr. Altan immediately looked a little nervous, scratching his neck in confusion. "That's it, Mmm... ." Fall silent again.

"That! It! That, what?" Really a little upset. "You're it! If out, look at the time. Tu! Take look! Your flowers, not yet flush," said True sebal. "How later? If the madam finds out! You, you know what? That's a hanging flower to the tribe, Big Mistress first!" jakak Right.

"Bi! Aunt why? How, angry?" Dhyia suddenly nongol in the back.

"Eh! Madam!" Completely surprised and directly flipped back. "There's nothing, Him!" Looking down at the floor.

"Him, excuse me!" Mr. Altan instantly cut off the conversation hurriedly leaving without the permission of the young mistress. Hurry up straight up. Go into the master's room and pick up the equipment requested by the young master.

He also quickly worked alone as if looking, like a thief. Opening the cupboard then took everything she saw and put it in the suitcase she had prepared.

"Everything is in order" he said, re-examining the items he had arranged. He carried the bag out while peeking at the young master's wife. Stepping out with a sniff while glancing and looking around. Followed the suitcase he pulled with his right hand.

"Bi, it's not good to be angry! Surely Auntie hasn't prayed, has she?!" Dhyia instantly made True lowered her head in embarrassment and could not raise her head upright.

At the top of the stairs Pak Altan looked down the stairs in a hurry while holding the suitcase carefully and slowly so that the items were not damaged and not heard by his master's wife. Down the stairs on the right that connect directly to the main door.

"Thank you! I've eaten! If not! How could I possibly be able to!" muttered Pak Altan slowly who was struggling to hold a suitcase and took the time to look back at the stairs he had passed smoothly today.

Dragging both feet out and hailing a taxi that suddenly flashed in front of the gate.

Mr. Altan and Edis were seen coming from the back exactly where the location of the swimming pool belongs to the Carya family. All over their bodies look wet.

"Well! That, His they," said Correct, pointing towards Pak Balin. "So, isn't she, Madam, running around with Mr. Balin." Looking towards that kind and gentle woman.

Dhyia smiled after seeing him. She actually wanted to ask about her husband and wanted to find out about him. Yet, for some reason he suddenly did not want to remember it. The desire was also paused for a moment after he saw Mr. Balin. The reason, according to him, he did not want to ruin an already happy mood after the prayer.

"Why, madam smiled?" true Tanya was astonished.

"It's funny, Bi. Mr. Balin and Mr. Edis had a fight, like a child," Dhyia said, shifting the subject. Really so excited to see it. He seemed to have started not thinking about, Master anymore," he said inwardly, as if he was following the happiness of the beautiful woman.

In the car, Ziya Yilzid continued to tease the man with seduction that he often used to attract the attention of the man.

"Dudu, we better not do that!" Ilker. He turned his face away from Yilzid who was about to kiss him.

Yilzid was immediately shocked. The look in his eyes widened immediately annoyed at the rejection of the man who loved him so much.

"You don't love me anymore, do you?" yilzid asked in a big rage. "That means I'm right. You are starting to like this girl! Yeah, right?" yilzid asked regretfully, throwing the accusations against the man who still loved him.

"Not Dudu! Wasn't it! You misunderstood. I just want to, we're being polite here!" Ilker glanced at the driver while persuading the idol. " I just want to keep an attitude. That's all!"

"You must be lying?! You were, always have been, like that! There are always plenty of reasons!" Yilzid folded his hands straight ahead with a slightly sour face glimpsed by the driver from the rearview mirror.

"You always say it's like that! Either later or the day after! You said something similar to the old one! Back then!" he continued, remembering that the man often said this word always made him complacent and believe. However, finally, all the ambiguous men who love him very much turned out to be very sympathetic and compassionate towards the woman who has nurtured her mother.

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