Marriage is Because of Trust
Dhyia who is trying hard

Alen from now on, monitor all news related to television stations. There's nothing you don't know about that!" Ilker. "And you're a Cecar! I hope to find something different with Derya. From this moment! Your teammate is Derya, not Alen." This news made Alen surprised. He was very disappointed to hear that. A change in one day was nothing ordinary to him.

According to him, finishing a silly job, searching for news with a special purpose, spying, it was not a skill he learned as long as he inhaled many years of breath, he thought.

"Okay, sir," replied Cecar, instantly pleased inwardly. Developing a sweet smile with a heart that rejoices matchless hearing the words that just came out, like a fresh breeze.

If Derya's son is better at cooperation than Alen, he thinks. After all, she had long harbored feelings for Derya. Glanced at Alen who was surprised to hear the decision taken unilaterally by the owner of the television station.

From the top of the balcony Rana stared at the scene filled with memories downwards. Precisely towards the archery field that plastered widely on the green grass. It was as if those memories were coming back so, reality was visible to him.

"Him, it's ready," said Correct from behind.

He immediately realized. Tilting his head glanced towards the side, as if he was looking right. "Thank you, Bi," he replied. "Oh, yes, Bi! If Bibi goes downstairs and meets with Pak Altan. Please tell me the same Mr. Altan! Bring my suitcase up," he continued, looking straight ahead.

"Well, Non," answered Correctly turning the body leaving the young woman herself inside the room.

Downstairs, in the lobby of Ilker's company, a man was waiting. Sit while reading a business book located in the corner of the table.

The burly man, who is almost similar to the owner of this CCA TV station, wants to meet with the owner of the TV station immediately.

"Shortly, Sir! I will convey to Mr. Ilker" said the employee who welcomed the guest.

The man just silently nodded kindly to a woman who greeted him cordially.

The finished Dhyia told the story of her life to the Khaliq, feeling a bit of tranquility. He can rearrange himself for the better and does not waver over what whack. Removing the mukena and folding the prayer mats then after that he approached the tray containing rice.

Sitting on top of the bed while picking up her headscarf that had slipped off her head in her half-consciousness. Slowly take it and wear it. The quiet room made her feel a little lonely. There was only the trial food and prescription drugs that he had seen on the table.

Force yourself to like rice so that his physical condition will soon recover, as usual. The window of the room that is usually open with a wide now looks only open a little because the husband was deliberately closed a little tight so that his wife was not exposed to the wind that blows from the outside so cold.

His head was so dizzy that he did not know where it was coming from. Ilker repeatedly thought to find the answer to all the misfortune that befell him. He continued to trace every single thing from the incident that he thought was suspicious.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door was heard from outside knocking on the door of his room. "Yes! Coming in!" he said directly while focusing on looking at the laptop screen.

Ilker stopped the typing. "Who?" He immediately asked curiously. Raise your view looking straight ahead.

"I don't know, sir. But he said he knew him, "the officer continued.

"All right! Tell her! I'll be down in a minute." Ilker instantly turned off the laptop screen. Pick up the cell phone located next to her on the table.

The employee closed the door and met the man who had been waiting in the lobby for a long time. "Good afternoon, sir! Please wait here for a moment! Our boss will be down soon" he said.

"Okay, Alright!" The handsome man also arranged his seat back. Distracting the views of the staff who had left him. Taking the book he held earlier back while reading its contents to drive out the saturation of the owner of a private television station that is quite time-consuming.

In a room that is still quiet and inhabited only by myself. Dhyia ate the rice brought by Benar earlier. Slowly with a fragile heart he swallowed all the food that came in with the slab. Doesn't want to make himself more bitter and moody. He was trying hard to neutralize all the shocks that had befallen his mind lately. There was not much he expected other than to give himself strength in wading through his household heresy.

A pushy gaze with an empty view returned to the door of the husband's tightly closed workroom. Memories also returned to occur about problems that he could not forget from memory.

While Benar who had entered the kitchen was busy to and fro looking for Pak Altan who after the incident about his mistress earlier, now he was not seen again. Flower gardens with many types of flower plants make Pak Altan find his own busyness. Cutting the branch of flowers that were no longer worthy as if he was hiding because there were some large flower trees covering his body deliberately so as to make True feel tired and tired to find the person he was search for.

"Where, the hell is that guy?" his mind was carried by the scorching afternoon sun. Anxious to feel he has not yet found Pak Altan because he got the message should immediately maybe look for the man.

"Sir Altan! You are called, Miss!" his screams surrounded the garden. However, the man did not hear his screams at all because his ears were wearing the handset on purpose, to save himself from the relentless attack of calling his name and telling him with a new task.

In the resting place appeared to be a middle-aged man, namely Mr. Balin who suddenly remembered the broken car. He was immediately shocked and rushed to get the car keys and garage keys to see the car that came to his mind.

Jumping out left Edis's pack taking the chessboard. Panic mixed with rage he stepped in without looking around here and there.

Ilker walked out of his room into an elevator specially made for him. He pushed the button until the elevator door opened. Immediately with a hurried step, he entered and closed the door with his left hand holding the phone earlier. The circular watch he saw immediately, chasing time to buy the wife's medicine.

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