Marriage is Because of Trust
Arrival of Rana Carya

ZSRL flight from London finally arrived at the international airport of Indonesia. Rana Carya was really happy at last, she could see her homeland. Hurry up he immediately went down to take his luggage to the baggage claim.

The airport that looks crowded at this time is crowded by passengers who are seen walking to and fro, back and forth also suffocating a little breath who want to take his luggage. Not to mention from afar the people who walked with their default trolley were seen covering his gaze from the glass wall who wanted to see the brother had come to pick him up or not.

"So you must have forgotten again?!" muttered. "He was, from the beginning, forgetful! Huh!" He also put his hand on his forehead, followed by the headband while continuing to walk to the exit door.

Rana continued out waiting for her taxi invitation that had been ordered through online while walking earlier. His half-tall body of the older brother in fashionable clothes like a modern child in the big city of London appears to cover his body. However, even so she still keeps her appearance a little with polite clothes and also wears a head covering that she likes to model with a fashionable style. Passing by people and flight attendants and flight attendants who are always looking busy serving passengers.

And also he passed through the cleaning service that cleaned along the flight area that looked dirty and also the small cars that walked across the road location in the airport to deliver the passengers to the door gate that looks far if passed on foot.

The shutter goes through those who commute carrying passengers and return without passengers as well. Glanced at those who were very happy together with his family. Some are alone and some are with their brother.

If I were, like them, he thought as he looked at the child walking with his family. In front of the temple just outside the airport Rana stands with boots branded from Canada leather, changing its appearance to be in line with his modern style clothes despite wearing a hijab. Picked up the phone from the bag and called the older brother who had not called him asking for news.

Ilker immediately picked up the phone that rang after being told by Yilzid and saw that the one who called him was a call from home. While Rana looks restless because her call is not raised by the brother in addition she sees that the brother is in another call.

He went up from the sea and stopped his dive after hearing Yilzid's screams a little worried because he found out that the call was the house number.

"Master, Madam is sick," True said in panic from behind the phone.

"What's? Dhyia's sick?" Ilker asked back in panic. As soon as he picked up his phone he immediately heard the news that his wife was ill.

"Yes, Sir! Madam's sick. Earlier, Madam was vomiting," continued Right.

"Oh!" He breathed a long sigh, shocked to hear the bad news. "How could he be sick?" Ilker asked back the confusion to himself. Anxious and turned off the phone and rushed home.

"Darling! Where are we going?" yilzid asked after his lover who seemed to be in a hurry to leave the ship.

"There's a sudden business! And we have to go back now!" Ilker.

"What?" yilzid asked astonishedly after the man who was walking hastily from behind. His long legs made the woman tired of chasing him.

"Ilk! We just arrived and there is not a day! This is even you bringing back! What do you mean, anyway? Ha?' Yilzid continued to follow him from behind chasing the man into the parking lot. "Rurry home! You are aware! If you've ruined our holiday. If it was just a job! You can tell Alen! Or Cecar. Oh, aye! There's also Derya, right? There! Then it's got... ." Yilzid shut his mouth.

"You can shut up, right? It's much more important than work." Ilker pulled the car out of the VVIP parking lot after paying a fee.

"Sir, the change." The man gave the money to the man's still-open windshield.

"That woman, right?" yilzid asked with a sharpening of his gaze towards Ilker.

Suddenly Ilker fell silent. He spoke a thousand languages. I don't know what was inside her feelings that she was so panicked and worried when she heard that the woman she had married was sick.

Yilzid immediately threw out his face and snorted in annoyance. Folding both hands on the chest, contrary to the attitude of the lover who was so worried about the woman.

"I know! You've started to love that woman" she said directly as she stared straight at the street. Followed by Ilker who glanced at him.

He began to be confused with himself. A quiet car without music makes it increasingly struggling with the turmoil of heart and mind. Hearing the babble of the lover and looking straight ahead with a blank look mixed with daydreams.

"Hey! You can drive, hinga! Shouted a tight-faced man from outside the car while punching the car glass slowly.

Sontak Ilker was immediately surprised and Yilzid also heaved a sigh of relief because it was still given by the Almighty of salvation. After the incident, he went back to nagging because it turned out secretly the man he loved still cared about the woman, he thought.

"Now you have really changed! You don't think about me anymore! Even the holiday event you promised was damaged instantly," said Yilzid. "I want to put my heart back together!" Looking towards the man who was acting indifferent at this moment. "But you ruined it again!" he said turning back the view looking to the left.

Right now in Ilker's car just shut up. Not even a word came from his lips. Hearing the news that the woman he had married with compassion was not doing well made him rage in the mind. Drive the car fast regardless of the woman he loves.

Outside the airport, a taxi order for Rana has arrived and he also gave his luggage was wearing a trolley he gave to the driver to be put in the trunk.

"Sir, help! That suitcase is a little careful, yeah!" Pointing at the suitcase in which there is an arrow bow left by the father.

"Well, Non," he said looking at the woman whose speech was a bit strange, like the platitudes of outsiders, he thought. Closing the baggage door.

The taxi driver opened the door, followed by Rana who took the bench just behind the driver. He sat his body right in the middle facing the car glass that could stare at the road they were going through.

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Seriate...