Marriage is Because of Trust
In restaurants and at home

The dark night was penetrated by Gohan Hakan in search of the princess. The whole silent path he traced included the home of the boy's best friend he knew.

"Now we go home, Pevin." Anxiety was seen inside him heard from his bitter voice. He was very afraid that the child's life was in danger because he knew that he had many enemies.

On a late night, Ilker patiently waited for his heart to come out of the room. He kept trying to seduce the lover into eating with him. Finally, those words melted his heart a little. He immediately rushed out with clothes that had not changed.

Ilker immediately turned his head after he heard the sound of the door opening . His smile instantly emitted an aura of happiness as he watched his heart puja come out.

Dhyia has already finished everything. He rests his body on the head board. Straighten both legs on the bed to stretch the muscles.

Alen can't wait to start his new program in a few days. He kept putting together all the quality new ideas, as expected by his big boss.

"Hows it? Does Pevin know where Yilzid is?" ask Gohan Hakan when the Burcu closes the car door.

"Sorry, Boss!" burcu's words are mixed with guilt. Bowing listlessly after he said something that made the man despair.

Depression enveloped him instantly, regret mixed with annoyance that made him increasingly become an emotion in the car.

" Stupid all of you! Just keeping one girl you're not so dandy!" he said he immediately roared in the deafening car of the two assistants who followed along with him. The car continues to go through bright street lights that are slightly visible from the outside into the car. Both of them were silent.

"Honey, where are we going to eat?" yilzid asked with his spoiled voice, attaching his body back to the man who was walking along with him.

"Eat in a place that makes you happy" continued Ilker, looking at the lover with love.

The smile of sumringah was immediately reflected radiating happiness in the hue of his face. The matchless happiness now felt by Ilker actually. Walking alone with a lover of heart who has never had a romance again.

Mr. Altan who was on the pretext of covering his secrets from the people who were at home. Standing looked at the woman who came down the stairs with clothes covering her entire body from head to toe.

The guilt towards the beautiful woman who is good continues to undermine his soul because he has the heart to lie to a woman who does not know anything. Squatting a little as if pretending to take something from the floor, glancing at the step of the madam who looked innocent.

"Pity, ma'am," he said inwardly.

In their own apartment. Rana was getting ready to leave for the airport. He has arranged everything well. A city full of memories will soon be left behind. He lived in that city for five years. It was time for him to go back to his house which he had not seen in years.

Staring at the entire corner of the room, re-examining his luggage until there is absolutely nothing forgetful.

"Today, I'll be back!" he murmured slowly, closed the door and locked it. The apartment was empty at this time without any occupants.

Inside the elevator that wanted to go down the first floor, Yilzid seemed to stick directly to Ilker who was standing upright beside him. Ilker glanced at her and was followed by putting his left hand in his pants pocket without hugging the woman.

Dhyia whose body has recently been less fit dragged both legs with a warp that made her almost hit the corner of the counter table. The body temperature that began to cheer and the tip of the cold feet forced him to keep stepping on the floor to take a glass and bring a teapot to be brought up.

"Him, what are you going to take?" asked Mr. Balin to see his young mistress was a little strange.

"It's okay, sir," replied Dhyia. Try to strengthen yourself carrying glasses and teapots that have filled with water.

Mr. Altan walked back to the kitchen and turned his head to glance at the woman who climbed the stairs then exhaled a long breath mixed with sadness and then he left the madam.

In the restaurant, a couple of lovers also enjoy the food that has been served by the waiter. Sit down to enjoy a meal in the VVIP room that contains romantic nuances in direct messages by Ilker.

"Darling, I want us to go to the beach tomorrow morning" Ilker said as he cut up black pepper-roasted beef. "You better not wear these clothes anymore!" he continued, glancing at the woman sitting enjoying the food right in front of him.

"But that'll take a long time. Not to mention the beach is too far away! Also, I have no clothes. You, see for yourself! I came here not carrying a suitcase. I only wear clothes on my body!" he said, sipping red Velvet his favorite drink. "Actually, here's the shirt for tomorrow we go to the beach. But because I don't have any better clothes! Yep! Forced then! I took it again from the bag."

Ilker spontaneously chuckled at the unreasonable complaint he thought. He also drank water. "That's not so, trouble! There are many malls here! Many sell fashionable clothes as you wish." Glancing at the circular watch.

Yilzid immediately smiled then nodded slowly, that what the man sitting in front of him said was true. He then put down the knife and fork stopping his appetite to finish off his favorite black paper premium beef steak.

Staring closely at the man she could not get out of her sight. "Darling, better! You were shaved, huh! Let it look handsome and neat. After that your injured hand! We're treating it to heal quickly." Fold both hands on the table.

Hearing the man from the woman sitting right in front of him, he smiled. Actually what he said was nothing wrong if the top model paid full attention to him, he thought. Looking at Yilzid's countenance as the woman looked on her fingers .

"Darling, have you calmed down?" Ilker again touched on the incident. Slide a bit of his coffee glass to the side.

Yilzid immediately shifted the chair and moved his body to be more comfortable. "Hm!" He just dehem gave an answer to the man who had been willing to ask his circumstances, he thought. Turn both eyes in the other direction.

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