Marriage is Because of Trust
Ilker's orders are making a dizzy right

"Why would you open the door?" He asked back while Mr. Edis passed by while putting a suitcase near the stairs.

The man also let go of his embrace. "Because Big Brother already knows that what's coming is you" he joked his nose. "How about on the plane? You dare to go up by yourself?" Ilker teased with his sister's centile that he was taking her sitting in the tv room.

Rana immediately blushed embarrassed because her brother repeated the embarrassing and funny memory when remembered. "No, I can't. That's it, right first! When I first got to know the plane." Laughing amusedly remembering those memories, followed by a fluffy smile when telling his past in front of a photo of his parents who were seen at a glance by him. Ilker also showed a smile to see the reaction of the sister who was shy if touched by the incident.

Inside the room Dhyia still seemed to close both eyes. Since the departure of the doctor. He hasn't completely improved, as before. The body that was deliberately covered earlier by Ilker with a blanket and also the room that seemed not to use AC has not changed until now.

"Oh, yes, brother! Where's sister-in-law going?" asked Rana who had not seen him from earlier.

"He's not feeling well anymore" replied Ilker, looking down in lethargy.

Rana was immediately shocked while gaping. "Pregnant?" he asked, pulling both of his lips.

He went back silent as if the question was like lightning striking for his brother. Pulling relaxed back his smile with a face full of jokes. Holding back the laughter in his heart as he saw the man's face flushed red, like a tomato.

Silence is the answer to hold the shame against her sister just like that. "Haha!" Rana then let go of her unstoppable laughter again seeing the reaction of the brother who was suddenly nervous. "Don't do it like that! Relax Brother! Cool out! I know it too. He's not a taste, brother." Rana immediately calmed her brother.

Ilker was silent staring at the nanar with eyes that actually wanted the new thing said by his sister. However, that was all impossible he thought because his love was not the woman he married but a woman who was still a top model.

A phone entered the phone left in the room precisely on a table in the corner of the bed.

Dhyia regained consciousness after both ears heard ringtones that sounded, like her husband's. Opening both eyes that still feel heavy.

"Rest!" said Ilker with a feeling of being completely wrong after the remark of his little sister who offended him accidentally. Walk out of the tv room.

Rana immediately sighed. "Sister, I know! Everything you've faced isn't easy!" batin Rana looked at the back of the man who was climbing the stairs to the left.

The phone continues to ring. While the woman who lay weak was not yet fully able to move her body and her thoughts were still not relaxed because she still needed to rest. Repeatedly he looked at the table, the door of the room was closed and the voice recording device behind the door because the sound of the phone did not stop. Slowly he lifted his body limping. Remove the blanket that covers it and approach the digital voice recorder by dragging both legs.

"Dhyia," said Ilker frantically opening the door directly to the wife who wanted to fall.

Heard a panicked voice calling his name. Dhyia immediately turned her head and felt confused and wanted to go back because she knew, she did not use a hijab because the man in front of her never liked to open the hijab in front of her. His weakened and trembling body grew stiffer as his two eyeballs saw clearly, that the man who hated his hair was standing close to him.

"Ma-mas, I'm sorry. Actually I don't want to take off my hijab" she said bowed. "I don't remember, Mom. I forgot! I'm in a hurry to get out of bed to let you know that your phone's ringing." Look at the feet of the man standing.

"It's okay! The problem, I understand," continued Ilker who actually opened it when he wanted to compress the woman. "If you are sick again. So, no need to apologize." Ilker went on and helped the woman back to bed. Then he lay back down, glancing at the man who was already willing to take care of him at this moment who was walking to pick up the mobile phone located on the table. Open it, then look at the contact number calling. "Alen," his inner look at the number with a feeling of surprise.

"Really! Please deliver! Food to the room make, Madam," pinta Ilker who was still busy with her phone and frowned when reading the contents.

From the kitchen True immediately rushed out of work and prepared food for the mistress.

Dhyia who saw the change in her husband's attitude towards her was currently a little happy. However, he had not been able to forget the incident that made his heart want to stop. Now in the depths of his heart, he was still very sad. He had not been able to look at the earth properly, let alone having to forget the incident that had caused him to be blown away. No one could deny the truth if he was so disappointed. If you think back to the shadow of that piece of letter. Currently, it was still plastered clearly on both eyeballs. Even more painful, the letter that was accidentally read was in the work room of the husband, it haunted him even more to this day. Staring at the nanar with a blank look while fighting the attacking pain.

"Sir, this is the food" said Correct from the doorstep.

Ilker who looked anxious, hurriedly went out just like that. "Please give it to you, Madam." Down the stairs with a crumpled face.

Right just stay still and keep walking holding the talam with both hands. Put on the table, exactly next to the mistress sitting leaning on the hearboard.

"Bi, down! I can do it myself." Dhyia slowly lowered both legs from the bed.

"But, Yes...!" Right to stop the steps of the woman behind him.

"What's up, Bi?" Dhyia immediately asked in astonishment after seeing the somewhat anxious True bi.

Right back to silence. He looked restless and agitated, repeatedly twisting his body while squeezing his fingers tightly.

"Bi, if there's a problem, just tell me!" pinta the beautiful woman meekly. Holding down the weak leg slowed down for a while his intention of wanting to take ablution.

"How's this? Same madam Sir! Same-same loud!" his mind was moaning as if it was going to be wrapped around him into trouble, he thought.

Seeing the True who does not want to speak. He continued his steps to take ablution for prayer. Closing the bathroom door as seen by True.

In the flower garden, Mr. Altan who always dabbled with all kinds of flower plants, took a breath and threw it away while followed by two hands that still cut the stems of flowers that have aged.

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