Marriage is Because of Trust
Rana's departure and at the parking lot

Rana who has checked in the plane ticket while handing over the suitcase he carried through the trolley is impatient to rush to the gate twenty-five through the local London flight hours who want to move to Indonesia .

"The weather is hot right now and it's a little cold" he said, chuckling as he held the ticket looking for seat numbers after the gate opened.

Both pairs of lovebirds also seemed to have moved from their seats and now they are seen walking into the nearest mall by using an office car that he had sent through the ship, he said, that is where the car used by Pak Altan earlier to deliver it. Travel around the third floor which sells many types and brands of clothes.

Yilzid seemed to be picky about the clothes he loved that the lover noticed from next to him who stood upright with his leather coat.

In the room, Dhyia was so tired . He exhaled a long breath in order to relieve the prolonged fatigue lately. Dropping the body on the bed.

"Really! Looks like, Madam's sick." Pak Altan immediately approached Benar who came out of the room.

"ah! Not maybe! Madam was with me in the garden. Even! Madam was happy again! Because he saw flowers to his tribe."

"You don't be so stubborn! If you don't believe! Try checking into the room, Madam now! Let it be clear, madam is sick or not!" press Pak Altan force True.

Hearing that, True frowned with a number of doubts about what was conveyed by Pak Altan. Glancing at Pak Altan's steps until he came out with curiosity about Pak Altan's talk just now.

Right who intends to eat is forced to stop his desire for a moment. Go in the direction where connecting the stairs that are on the left directly to the kitchen. Standing staring up, right at the door of the mistress' room. Scratching his head with a certain amount of doubt struck his mind. "What's right, anyway! Madam's sick? That feeling, Madam is fine!" he murmured back into the kitchen.

Cecar who is still working late at night with Alen looks so enthusiastic about planning their new program will be successful in the eyes of the audience and can raise back the branches that have been destroyed.

"Car, I want to! We make it as creative as possible. So that this TV station will rise again and be in demand by the audience again." Alen continued to work on his programs along with Cecar until almost late at night.

"Len, these are just ideas! We can't confirm this yet for us to air! Before we take a look at the big boss." Cecar wrote an important summary that could catch the attention of their boss.

"okay!" Alen nodded while raising his eyebrows. Standing behind the chair saw Cecar working.

"How dear? What do you like this shirt?" yilzid asked out of the fitting room.

"Good! This is much nicer you wear than before" said Ilker saw the appearance of the idol who smiled happily.

The plane that Rana was riding to his country was now flying above the bright clouds. Enjoying the music he put in both ears while closing his eyes as if he was following the music.

Mr. Balin and Mr. Edis were enjoying dinner in their usual place hanging out to play chess, it looks so happy that there are giggling sounds and laughter from those who echo up into the air so as to make Pak Altan approach towards the source of the sound.

"Honey, I hope we can have a romantic vacation tomorrow" Yilzid hugged the man who walked with him warmly.

Even the night was getting late hours had changed numbers. Ilker hurriedly moved from the dressing room carrying the model. Approaching the cashier to pay for groceries. Without being recognized in the slightest by the visitors that stand in front of the cashier is the owner of a TV station and a top model that is on the rise.

Keep away from the target of the media that will appear suddenly. This has been seen from him choosing a hotel that is safe for both of them and has worked with his manager to keep their identity a secret as well as close off any possibility that could defame them from the crew medes.

They both went out through the exit door and headed to the VVIP parking lot which was also heavily guarded by the guards for the convenience of both of them.

"Oh, yeah! Tomorrow you'll have to shave your ass! Too messy! And your hands too! I'm so sad to see it." Yilzid put his groceries on the back bench. Followed by the left hand closing the door.

"I remember! Later when we get to the room. I'll shave it neatly. So that you're not ashamed to walk with me tomorrow." And for this hand! You don't have to worry! It's been kind of better. Soon, it will be healed!" Glanced at the woman who was smiling happily. Followed by his eyes, he glanced back at the injured hand, entering the car keys.

Dhyia who had laid her body. Slowly close the eyes straighten the body that suddenly jubilant and feel tired. Glanced at the glass and teapot he had taken from below. Follow the glance back toward the clock that has shown at 24:20 WIB. Looking at the ceiling of the room remembered about the man who was already her husband, praying or not?

There was a desire he wanted to call the man. However, he was afraid that the man would not pick up his phone again. "May she be protected by His," said Dhyia inwardly. Closing both eyes.

The men working at Carya's residence were still seen giggling playing chess. Followed by Pak Altan who often lose and massage his two friends alternately as punishment for the loser. "Aahaha!" they said they chuckled to see Mr. Altan who wanted to surrender.

Right who still sees the ceiling of the room. Seemed agitated and could not close his eyes, remembering the words of Mr. Altan about his young mistress earlier. Until he ate tonight with a little, plates and glasses used only collected in the sink.

Calm her mind on the bed while wearing a headscarf that she rarely takes off her head when she wants to sleep on the grounds that she does not hear the sound of mosquitoes.

The luxury car belonging to the CCA station office had also come out of the parking lot to break up the streets that began to be quiet there were only a few who passed it was not seen a single motorcycle.

Enter the hospitality area that leads directly to the parking lot that has been made specifically for his luxury car.

"Where's the guard tonight?" yilzid asked, looking out from behind the car glass.

"Maybe they have other activities" replied Ilker, opening the car door. Leaving the parking lot carrying a paper bag containing clothes.

Now the two of them had entered the elevator and headed to the fifth floor. In the elevator Ilker looks slightly covered face with a hat that he wore earlier when in the mall. Tilting his body from the reporters who were in one elevator with them. Likewise with Yilzid he accidentally opened his sash which was clad in the neck covering the head slightly widened to reach his face.

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