Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker arrived home

His throat was very painful due to the rising heat of his body, his lips also looked dry and trembling with cold.

The plane being boarded by Ilker was already under the air wanting to land. Both of his eyes stared impatiently at the door of the plane. I want him to come home in time. Releasing his backrest from the plane bench was impatient to immediately go down and quickly go home while Yilzid, who, he still seemed upset and tightened about the man who had loved him so much that he cared so much about the woman who had taken the man he loved from him.

Hateful was clearly known to Ilker inside the woman who was preparing to rise from her seat.

While Rana had almost entered the path of the path leading to their address. "Awhile more! I will definitely meet with Brother?!" She happily said to herself as she stared nanar out the car glass.

"You're so excited to see your woman" Yilzid said after seeing Ilker cut his way. The cynical grin hatefully looked towards the man she was satirizing when she turned towards him as well.

Ilker remained silent while tightening his steps without looking at anyone. Slipping with his tall body was from the passengers who passed through the exit.

"Now meet him, he! Give her with your complete affection. Let the world know that you love that woman so much and worry so much about her than your happiness!" babble Yilzid from afar looked at the back of the man.

The taxi that was sent online has arrived. Enter and sit down after taking his luggage from the pick-up place.

"We're on the road now, sir!" ilker said, closing the door and sitting on the bench right next to the driver. Put the plane ticket in his pants pocket. Jeans that are in the color of ocean blue are most often used.

From behind the rearview mirror of the car he was staring fixed backwards right at the girl who was standing in front of the airport door. Sadness seemed to envelop him because at this time he had disappointed the woman of his heart for the umpteenth time.

Rotating the direction of the eyeball after he could no longer look at the woman as the car continued to speed into another road that had moved away from the airport location. Dreaming as if reflecting on everything that has happened.

"Sir, where are we going?" asked the driver, looking at the man sitting next to him, followed by both hands holding the steering wheel.

"To jln. The lotus." Ilker immediately answered him however, he still looked towards the body of the road.

"Okay, sir," said the driver.

The car continued to break up the silent streets that many passed through the lush trees.

Rana who was riding a taxi was briefly stop and stop at the cafe of his brother's friend who had known him since they were a school at High School.

"His, take the medicine first, yes!" Bi Benar helped the madam sit down.

" Bi, no need! Is Ilker home or not?" ask Dhyia. Staring at Bi Benar with a yellowed look.

The taxi had stopped in the courtyard of Carya's house and went inside after the gate was opened wide by Mr. Edis.

"Sir, Where's Right?" Ilker asked immediately after getting off the taxi.

"There, Sir! True Bi is inside." Mr. Edis immediately answered while taking the goods issued by the taxi driver from the trunk.

"Hm!" Ilker immediately mendehem and left Edis sir and the taxi driver. Walking with a little running chasing after Dhyia who was reportedly sick.

"Bi! Bi! Bi!" he burst into the house after the door was suddenly opened by Mr. Altan who saw his arrival from the flower garden he was caring for earlier.

Running frantically looking all over the big house. "Where is Pak Altan, Bi Right?" Ilker again flipped towards Pak Altan who was closing the door.

She enthusiastically looked back up at the top floor of her room. Run up the stairs, open the door.

Jeglex!

The door was blown hard against the wall. Hurry up he immediately entered looking around the corner of the room including the bed.

"Said, "he's sick? But how do you look?" he said in his heart, mind twisting.

Mr. Altan who had been confused to see the master suddenly returned without contacting him made his mind spin and went back to the kitchen while taking a breath. "What makes him come back so quickly?" ask Mr. Altan in a tangled heart. Grunting, pouring cold water into the glass. Enjoying the drink running down his throat which made him suddenly flinch.

"Yes!" he said, let go of the glass. Gaped at the thought of his young master who had been shouting to call out his name. Stare right and approach him directly.

"Eh! What are you doing there?" Mr. Altan came to him directly and asked.

Right to look. "Sir!" Right staring with tired eyes. "Mrs, again... ."

"Yes!" Calling Ilker suddenly sounded from behind the two of them.

Benar and Pak Altan were aghast and shocked when they heard a similar sound, like the voice of their master. They immediately turned their heads in panic before their young master.

"Lord," said True as if feeling guilty.

"You said Dhyia was sick? Where's?" ask Ilker directly.

"That-that, Master! It's in the room." Right directly walking showed it, followed by Ilker from behind.

Mr. Altan scratched his head while gulping his drink back. "That means Madam is sick...?" Quiet and ask in your heart. "... That means I'm not wrong." Looking towards Benar and his master walked into the door of the mistress' room.

"This, Master! Madam from last night is not feeling well and this morning even happened like a gini."

Rightly looking at the panicked Ilker and brushed aside Dhyia's blanket. "Why is it like this, Bi?" his tanya touched the wife's forehead and then carried her up to the top of the room.

His tall body was so big it did not feel heavy to carry a wife. "Dhya!" his call frantically looked at his wife's pale face eloquently. "Sir Altan, hurry! Call doctor!" shouted Ilker out of the room up the stairs while carrying his wife.

Mr. Altan immediately put down his glass and ran to pick up the phone seen by Benar from the front door of his mistress' room in a panic. Looking at the master who carried the wife in a hurry up the stairs on the left that are connected directly to the kitchen.

Yilzid looked very angry when he entered the door of the taxi car he was messaging. He really did not accept the treatment of the man who has the status of his girlfriend. Silence tightened the bite of both molars with a face that seemed to want to eat everything he saw.

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