Marriage is Because of Trust
Yilzid's Fear

Dinner was finished on the table. This time he felt excited so he developed both of his lips easily. Beaming look at the cuisine that just make sambal.

"Oh, yes! I haven't seen you in a while. Your hands are like that!" Yuzer saw a scar that had not healed completely.

Ilker pulled his lips back into memory of the incident that had befallen his hand. Walk back to the elevator door to get down to the G-floor. "It's not as bad as you imagine." Ilker immediately shut Yuzer's mouth.

While inside the elevator Yuzer continued to stare at Ilker who was completely innocent. Look at the owner of the CCA television station with the eyes of evil stored. Looking straight at the elevator doors that almost want to open with a heart full of joy, that friends who have not given word for a long time come willingly to visit it, according to Ilker.

"I'm so happy that you took the time to stop by my place." Ilker again expressed his sincere gratitude.

"Together guys! We've known each other and have been friends for a long time. So, this is not something to be praised. It is appropriate that we as friends visit each other. Didn't you?" Yuzer with his cleavage licked his tongue pretending to be good in front of his sidekick.

"Yes, you're right!" Ilker immediately replied to that remark with great pleasure. Walk out into the car park.

"Then I say good!" yuzer said, opening the car door. Sitting on his lips as an expression of his happiness because it has managed to make his best friend destroyed and frustrated. Honking the horn as a gesture of farewell to the person who still appears to be standing with a grim face.

The man disappeared now from the face of the grim-faced man. There was no longer smoke and Ilker walked out of his place. Enter the office car storage that is only specifically entered by her. Requesting keys to the security on duty.

"Here, sir, the key" said the office guard, looking at his master who was not well, from the look on his face.

Ilker took it. "Thank you, sir," he replied, opening the car door immediately.

Elsewhere, Yilzid is still hiding from his father's target who will scold him if he enters the house just like that. Right now he was so stupid he couldn't save himself from the people inside the house that he sacrificed himself standing up to the night outside the fence.

Shut up behind the flower tree outside the fence. Crouching takes the phone to call a friend who always helps her in the hardest moments. Look for contact numbers while keeping a watchful look around the street corner.

The crane! The crane! Cring !

The cell phone connection is also connected. Pevin, who had just finished putting together a photo shoot tomorrow, stopped him immediately after he heard the ringing of a cell phone. He also quickly stood up leaving his busyness.

📱"Yilzid," he said astonished at the phone. Slide the slide up and then stick the phone in the ear.

📱"Pev! Help me dong! I need your help tonight." Yilzid immediately made a sound after he found out that his call had been raised.

📱"Where are you now?" pevin asked without asking why his friend was contacting him.

📱"I'm again in front of my house. I beg you to come here and pick me up," grumbled Yilzid who was already in a sultry hide, like a freak.

📱"Yes, wait a minute! I'm down, right! Take the car," Pevin said, hanging up the phone.

A big house is not a guarantee to make the woman can survive the mob's hardship. He will be even more exposed to spiritual flush from the mouth of the Gohan Hakan. The confused mixed shock had swallowed its time lingering outside.

In the middle of the road a handsome man still wearing his holiday clothes seemed to be driving a car in a hurry. Hit anything that is in the middle of the road, be it a hole or a garbage bottle of drinks that are deliberately thrown in the middle of the road.

The beautiful car had entered his private elite housing estate. Honking from a dark car. Pointing to the turnstile with the car lights on.

"Good night, sir," said Mr. Edis after seeing the car just drive past him. Closing the turnstile back.

The car that drove as if, like a race car, now stopped in the corner of the car park where the mother. Turn off the engine and then pull out the key and turn it off.

Her sister named Rana Carya has been preparing to go down to dinner with her beloved sister. Wearing clothes that he had never worn for a long time, namely the clothes given by the father on his birthday.

Arriving in front of the house, Ilker suddenly recalled the prescription of the medicine he had not yet redeemed. Putting a hand on the forehead, walking fast in a hurry to enter.

"Sir Altan!" he shouted as he walked in, turning to the place on the right, which was the small cottage they often sat in and then turned to look at the door that had not been opened with a tired face mixed with fatigue.

Dhyia who was composing the plate and spoon heard a shouting voice calling out to her assistant from outside. In a hurry he immediately ran towards the origin of the sound source.

"Mas Ilker." Surprised when he saw her from behind the window curtains. Dragging his two legs open the door.

Suddenly the handsome man was immediately surprised to see the woman open the door. "Where are the others going?" Ilker immediately asked looking at the wife's pale face.

"Bi True permission to go home for a while, Mas," replied Dhyia immediately looking straight down.

Ilker was so dumbfounded. "Sir Altan?" He asked back.

"Sir Altan, may be busy, Mum." Dhyia followed in the footsteps of her husband from behind.

Ilker's legs stopped. "Where?" He asked again letting out a astonishment at the whole empty house. Looking back at the wife who was dumb with the intention of questions that were endless sounded.

He had not yet asked back. Suddenly a woman screamed for her husband.

"Sister! Oh, my God! From earlier! Just got Brother back?" Rana waved both hands, followed by the foot down the stairs standing in front of the older brother without greeting the woman standing behind the older brother who again stared fixedly at the two of them.

Ilker remained silent to see his younger sister who would become his biggest problem after their television station.

"Snake fast! Change clothes! I could not wait to have dinner together" he said, seeing the brother's silent reaction, like a statue.

The woman right near them only glazed as she looked straight at the stairs. Silent sculpted to feel himself as a stranger this thing that made him leave them both.

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