Marriage is Because of Trust
Looking at a photo

The house of Ziya Yilzid was seen from afar. The minimalist house fence that covers the yard directly telekexon by Ilker.

"Yes, be patient sir!" the guard shouted, taking the key and opening the fence.

Ilker's luxury car entered through Yilzid's yard which was half the width of Ilker's yard. The two-story minimalist house was already open to welcome them.

"Dudu, we have arrived" said Ilker whispered softly in the ear of the lover that made him unable to move on. Warmly look at the heart. Ilker who has said that he is a man who has been addicted to his lover has not been able to release his eyes. Even so he said, an authoritative and dignified Ilker never did anything shameful, let alone committed a grave sin. That is what Afsheen's mother taught her son to keep the honor of every woman she met, including Ziya Yilzid himself.

"You must be tired?! Tired of thinking of you for whom there is no certainty" Ilker muttered looking at Yilzid and shifted his body involuntarily. Yilzid slept well until finally, forcing Ilker to carry him.

The house that was almost the same size as the Carya residence was entered by Ilker through two servants who opened the door made of expensive and high boards.

Walking fast up the stairs are almost the same, as in the Carya residence. Unwittingly, one of Yilzid's servants follows him from behind.

"I'll help you, sir," he bargained, stepping forward to open the door that shocked Ilker. The waiter who had worked for decades was very much trusted by Yilzid's parents to watch over his son now was at the residence of Gohan Hakan.

"Please come in, sir!" greet the servant with respect. Open the door and let her in. Standing watch Ilker who put Yilzid on the bed.

The soft, expensive bed came to him and carefully laid Yilzid down. Then pull a soft and thick bad cover covering the body of the idol.

Standing in front of the door while holding the door knof with the right hand of the servant continued to pay attention to the two of them so that made Ilker uncomfortable and a little suspicious. He hasn't left here yet, thought Ilker glancing from the tail of the eye. "It seems, he was watching me," his inner self suspected.

"Bi, Yilzid was exhausted. So, he fell asleep in the car" Ilker explained, looking back at Yilzid who was still sleeping because he was tired of thinking about his love.

"Thank you, Mister. Had been willing to deliver, our lady got home," said the waiter bowed. Stand staring straight at Yilzid.

"Then excuse me" said Ilker, who always guarded Yilzid, exited the room and stopped turning back to see Yilzid from the door that wanted to be closed. Ilker was deeply saddened to see the frustrated Yilzid. Slowly rotate the body and go straight down the stairs.

The door to the room was closed by a guard who was secretly paid by his father, Gohan Hakan, a classy mapia who was very worried about his daughter's life being threatened, moreover, his father knew that Yilzid was in a relationship with Ilker, the son of his best friend Ajnur Barian Carya. The friend he once betrayed and he destroyed one of his TV stations. This was what made him always wary of Ilker.

"Miss, next time if there's anything tell us," muttered the bodyguard. Opening the high heels and staring at his master's vaja at a glance.

Elsewhere, outside Ilker's room, who was descending the stairs, accidentally saw a picture of Yilzid's family along with Gohan Hakan that made Ilker stop and look at him deeply, it was as if he was no stranger to the old man's photo. Frowning to remember it more. "Aagh, it's possible that I got the wrong person" he mumbled. Continue the steps back quickly.

"Good day, sir," welcome the doorman.

At Carya's house, Dhiya who was restless because Ilker had not returned back to ask Benar. "Yes!" shouted Dhiya in her covered clothes down the large stairs. "Yes!" Dhiya shouted again walking into the kitchen.

"Yes, Him!" yelling Right from the outside. Dhiya who is always good and polite is approaching True. "Bi, have you heard?" ask Dhyia politely.

"Ouch, Yes. Why the hell did you keep asking, sir?" the True Word in the heart. "There is, Mya," answered the short True who was tired of seeing his mistress.

"Hm!" Dhyia muttered nodding.

The one who folded the clothes that wanted to be ironed looked at his master with pity. "Him, His. If only you hadn't had a boyfriend. Maybe he'll love you, "sorry Right in his mind sad. Look back at the clothes he folded.

The luxury car of the owner of the famous TV station crossed a familiar road . The road he used to walk. Discotheque is the place to be today. His past stories he came again just to calm down. A luxury car stopped in the parking lot.

An Ilker who owns a famous TV station gets out of the car wearing a hat to cover his face and a black real leather jacket enters the discos while looking down.

"Bi, I'm afraid, that sir is why-why outside!" dhyia said restlessly.

"His, we should just pray, sir is okay," continued True compile all wear into the basket.

"Auntie, right," said Dhyia walking away from Right. Enter into his room while taking ablution and sunnah prayer for the safety of the husband. "Liar, Mas Ilker still hates me. But I have to keep praying for her to be okay outside" muttered Dhyia wearing a mukena.

Downstairs right in the ironing room True smiled in amazement at Dhiya who was still worrying about her young master. "Young master is lucky to have a wife, like Madam. The patient, the compassionate and never angry with the workers." Right keep saying in your heart.

The discotheque that was never silent and always visited by the adam and the women he entered smoothly. The noise of music made his ears break. "This place is not really my place anymore" his grunts inwardly disdainfully. "But my mind is messed up now" he continued, sitting on a bench on which many types of liquor lie.

While Yilzid who was still sleeping was kept under guard by Gohan Hakan's bodyguard. "Miss, are you okay?" asked the bodyguard, seeing his nona squirming. "You who? I'm fine, '" he explained. Looking around. "Where's ilker?" ask Yilzid to panic.

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