Marriage is Because of Trust
Compressing the wife

📱"Pak please come home! You see the members of this house need, Father," said Mr. Altan who again panicked.

From behind True immediately shook his head to hear Pak Altan's slightly awkward speech from behind the phone. "Say someone is sick!" true Reprimand stood behind the man who was talking on the phone while pinching his waist.

📱"E-e-e! Tha-that's sir! Someone is sick." Mr. Altan repeated his talk to the doctor.

📱"Yes, shortly I will come," said the doctor.

Above precisely inside the room, Ilker looked nervous and anxious looking as if he was, in fact, a, like loving his wife to the point that she dropped her body sitting next to the woman lying on the bed massaging her forehead.

"Dhya! Calm down! In a moment, the doctor will be here soon" said Ilker see the physical condition of the woman who has become his wife. "Wait a minute, yeah!" He got out of bed and ran to the voice recorder. "Sir Altan! Have Bi Benar pick up a towel to compress, Madam!" he panicked from inside the room inside the voice recorder.

Mr. Altan heard it firsthand.

📱"Yes, Doc! We'll wait!" Hurriedly turning off the phone after hearing his master again yell out a call. "If he's gone home, I'm sure I'm a gini?!" his curse ran in disarray looking for True who disappeared out of nowhere.

"Bi! Bi Right!" shouted Mr. Altan banging on the door of the room True.

"Yes, Altan!" screams Right open the door . Benar immediately squinted both eyes when Pak Altan's hand knocking on the door was about to hit his face. "What's wrong? You screamed wake me up to sleep! Like a fire beard. You don't know? What time is it?" Bi Benar was upset that his break was interrupted.

"I know better, what time is it? But it's your master who doesn't know!" Mr. Altan immediately replied.

"Emang why?" Right to approach.

"You're told, sir up with a small towel to compress, ma'am," he continued to see his friend who mengeselin as well. "Quick! Before he went downstairs and scolded you," he continued walking out the door.

In a hurry he closed the door running to take what was delivered by Pak Altan earlier. Fill a small basin with warm water and bring it up to the top of the room along with a towel.

On top of the bed Ilker was very anxious to see the state of the wife who looked very drop. He felt even more strange when he saw the face of the weakly lying woman. It felt like there was a bit of awkwardness, he thought looking around for answers he did not know in his heart. He continued to stare at the pale lethargic face of the woman who was experiencing an unhealthy body condition. His mind never stopped thinking curiously as it stared at the weakly lying woman's face intently.

Dhyia was now getting pale and her body temperature felt hot. He held tightly to the man's hand without realizing it. The two tightly shut eyeballs stared straight up at the ceiling of the room. "Why is that so long!" Look towards the room door and let go of his grip and take out a body temperature gauge.

"Dhyia... .' He instantly fell silent as he wanted to pair the body temperature gauge. He thought, how could he put this tool on? Looking at his wife's tightly-covered clothes. "No way, he thought. When he wanted to install the device. Confused what to do after he saw the body of the woman covered by her clothes. He put the measuring device next to him.

"Excuse me, Master!" Properly open the door and bring the basin along with a small towel as well.

Suddenly Ilker looked. "Come in!"he said he immediately shifted his body to look at True who walked up to him with the one he asked earlier.

"It's Master!" he said, put the basin on a small table in the corner of the bed. Glancing at her master at a glance from the tail of the eyes that tightly grasped the hands of the woman who had been the young mistress inside the Carya residence. Really stunned when I saw that. "Actually, Master loves, Madam," her inner self, seeing the look on her master's restless face. "I'll excuse you, sir!"Pamit True left them.

"Oh-ho!" He was relieved after finding it. "I think I don't know where" he said at the time of seeing the ticket was still there. He put it back in his pants pocket.

Tok ! Tok ! Tok !

The sound of knocking on the door was faintly heard by Benar again continuing his work.

Ting nong's!

The sound of a bell was heard that again disrupted his concentration to work. In the room the man seemed restless waiting for the doctor not to arrive. Pacing and occasionally sitting on his couch looking after a sick woman and could do nothing but close his eyes and wear a thick blanket.

"Eh! Mr. Doctor," welcome from the door. "Let's go in, Doc!" Opened the door wide and took the middle-aged doctor upstairs. "Sorry, Sir! The doctor has come" said Benar opening the door.

Ilker ran over to the doctor. "Dok, look at my wife, Doc," she said.

"I'll check in soon" the doctor replied directly. Approaching the woman lying weakened while opening her eyes to be examined. The doctor held his breath for a few seconds after hearing his heartbeat.

"There is a possibility that your wife is exhausted" the doctor said, re-examining Dhyia's condition again. "I think he's also late for a meal" he continued beside the man standing anxiously.

"Dok, even though my wife never love to work. Especially late for eating." Ilker spoke the truth immediately.

"But that's what happened. Your wife now needs a break and give her some medicine! Later after he opens his eyes keep him from doing activities that make him tired." The doctor also left a prescription that had to be redeemed to Ilker .

"What's the condition so alarming, Doc?" Ilker asked back while taking the medicine prescription from the man's hand.

"You don't have to worry! It's just exhaustion." They both went down the stairs. "If he breaks properly. Will he be healed?!" the doctor said he sat down following orders from Ilker telling him to sit with a wave of his hand. "Is there no workers in this house?" asked the middle-aged man while sipping a cup of warm tea served by True and accidentally also True heard the doctor's question from behind.

Suddenly he immediately turned his head in dismay, followed by both hands gripping firmly.

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