Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker's panic

The luxury car with a beautiful number has also arrived at the hotel. Rushing Ilker directly out leaving the lover who did not want to let go of their vacation. Hugging Ilker firmly from behind for the man to feel pity and cancel his intention of wanting to go home.

"Dude! Off!" Ilker immediately twisted his body and released the woman's embrace. "You're nothing, anyway! Your current wish is too ridiculous. Holiday, there is still tomorrow! Another day better than this. That day is long. So, don't make jokes, Yilzid!" sniff the man. "I have an important business very suddenly and have to go home today!" Ilker remained adamant about leaving his lover and coming home soon.

"Is that woman more important than me?" ask Yilzid from behind.

"Yilzid, don't make me stay away from you! I can't yet decide on that request! Please understand first! My mind can't think straight now! My problem is a lot more now! Comeon! Help me out okay!" said Ilker holding the face of the lover with a pleading gaze.

Inside Carya's company a panic was seen unsettling them. No matter what the cause, suddenly one of their programs was hit by a reprimand and should not be aired. This further culminates the remains of Cecar and Alen. They are so restless and agitated.

"If there are several programs today that are hit by a reprimand again and are prohibited to air! Whoa! This pimply! This company could be out of business" said Alen.

"How about another broadcast?" ask Cecar enthusiastically. Look at all their programs that have been hit by reprimand.

"There's no word yet on that" Alen replied directly. "But that's clear for now. It's still safe" Alen said.

The contact left Cecar a little astonished. "What did you say? Aman?" He asked again.

"Hm!" Alen immediately dehem.

"Isn't the program almost similar to the program that was hit by the reprimand?" Cecar again asked in surprise after hearing Alen's words.

"Maybe their judgment is different from ours." Alen immediately answered Cecar's suspicions.

Ilker immediately hurriedly took out all his clothes from inside the closet. Just sort it out so he can quickly come back.

"I hate you so much!" said Yilzid out of the man's room which had already angered him. Go into his room and arrange all his clothes the same, as the lover did.

"Start tomorrow! If Yilzid's back to guard him tight!" gohan Hakan's orders flipped backwards before he was about to enter the car.

"Good, Sir." Ronald and the other two guards nodded.

"Have the female bodyguard not let your guard down anymore" he said from inside the car opening the glass door with the car immediately wanting to go.

The three of them nodded. "Good, Boss." Seeing that fancy car leaving them.

Yuzer looks enthusiastic to destroy his friend's business considering the offer given by the mafia five times than before. One by one Ilker program has been successfully kicked off the entertainment scene, through one of the institutions passed censorship. His laughter continues to echo happily to see his success.

Inside the back room, Dhyia was lying down covering her shivering body with a thick blanket.

"His body, the Lady's body is very hot," said Correct. Holding forehead. "Why the hell? Master came a long time ago?" True, completely worried and agitated, many times he went in and out of the room only to see his master's car.

Ilker kept speeding through the slightly crowded streets, tucking in from every car that stood in his way. In the car, Yilzid's face tightened, flushed with annoyance at seeing the lover so paying attention rather excessive he thought to the woman.

While in the car never once did he look sweet, let alone level his face. He just folded his hands tightly mixed with sharp eyes filled with hatred.

The car he was carrying arrived in front of the airport. Without being told to go out, the top model immediately opened the door by covering part of her face using a sale she clad in her neck. Ilker turned to him.

She laughed amusedly inwardly looking at her lover's tightening face, just like that. The laughter was thrown away from his heart. Handing over the car keys to one of the airport people he knew and had always been his trust.

"Well, sir," he said he received the keys to the car. Then he turned the car around and drove it to the port with one of his friends who was riding a motorcycle.

"Thank you." Ilker left and entered the airport with a suitcase inside the trolley. Arrive at the check-in office after receiving the ticket. Walk towards the gate of eighteen flights of GRH aircraft that lead to the airport where he lives. Rushing with long footsteps, hurry into the plane that has been preceded by the lover first. Dropping his limp and shock, sitting on the bench together with the woman who had been so sullenly pouting at him.

"I'm sorry for letting you down" Ilker said guiltily. Grasping the woman's hand. "I know you're upset right now. Maybe you hate me. But I didn't do it because I liked it. This is all I'm doing for humanity, baby. Believe me!" Staring from the side of the face of the puja who still did not want to look at her even at this time the woman put a little barrier between the two of them, namely with her bag.

At least Yilzid did not want to listen to him instead he threw his face towards the window of the plane that had flown above. From a distance some passengers turn to those who are sensitive to know that they are two lovers who are fighting.

Inside the residence Carya currently looks very gripping atmosphere. True looks worried and anxious looking for Pak Altan who did not meet while Dhyia lies limp on the bed. Closing both eyes to neutralize the condition of the body that is less fit due to cold and increased body temperature.

"His, open the eyes of the Lady. Don't close Auntie, 'will be, afraid," said True while compressing.

"Bi, I'm fine! I'm fine" said Dhyia half-consciously.

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