Marriage is Because of Trust
Rana's anger

Arriving at the woman's kitchen, check back on the food she has served. See one by one all the equipment. He was so meticulous checking everything out that there were no flaws on the table. Look back carefully.

Walking towards the vegetable bowl that has been filled, see the grilled fish that has been neatly arranged on the plate and also chili according to the request of the woman who just arrived a few hours ago. Put the mouth next to each plate. Checking spoons and forks located on the table right next to the plate does not miss also a knife to cut fish. "Everything is available" he murmured, put the glass and poured water into the glass near their plate with pleasure he was happy because everything had been neatly arranged, turning back the body left the woman who boasted to her who had gone down the stairs that glanced at her brother up to change clothes.

 His face was so happy because after so long he finally, could also return to his residence even though there was currently only an elder brother. He was very grateful because he still had a place to lean.

Sitting on the dining table chair just to the right of the older brother. Paying attention to the food on the table, followed by the hand put the phone on the right and until now he has not been willing to greet the woman who has officially become his sister-in-law. The woman who again bothered alone who turned to look at the chair when pulled from behind.

"Rana? When did you come?" Dhyia unceasingly preceded asking even though the question was not in Rana's desire. How are you?" he continued asking kindly, starting the conversation with a warm smile to the woman who was still silent.

However, Rana did not show her dislike to the woman who tilted her head to her direction she just kept quiet. He just looked over with a flat face and no intention to answer. However, after she smelled her sister's perfume, she had to answer it.

"Last day, Ma'am." He answered even though his heart refused. Looking at the back of the woman who asked and turned her head towards the man who was standing right beside her chair.

Ilker walked forward happily because his sister who used to dislike women who had officially become his wife now seemed to want to talk a little, approaching the dining table. Pulling up a chair and sitting down with his sister. Opening the facedown plate without offering the wife to join them and only glancing at the repressed woman finishing her work, cleaning the traces of cooking that was slightly poured earlier due to the rush and also the drops of water that the bulk of the cooking place.

Silence flinching and looking back at the plate that was filled with rice that was the signal from Ilker showed his happiness to his sister.

"Then I came home from earlier! Brother has never asked me anything." Rana issued jealousy to the brother who was indifferent to him while putting vegetables in the plate of the brother and bring the fish closer in front of his brother who looks silent and speaks as necessary. Raise a look at his older brother's face that looks a little too snazzy.

Take a glass and then gulp it. "Don't he, brother calls every time he asks you how you are?" Ilker asked Rana back as if he did not accept that his sister accused him like that. Cut fish with a knife.

"Correct!" rana raises an eyebrow. "So, I asked you how I was too! If you're calling me... ." Rana is sad. "... but, Brother! That's rare! Even after I came back here! Brother is too busy putting on a job, brother." Looking at the food he had placed inside his own plate that Ilker glimpsed.

 "Then! What's your problem now?" asked the man again shook his head looking at Rana's attitude.

It was not that Rana answered that she attacked the man back. "When I get home! Brother is so arrogant! My brother thinks of me, like a stranger. All day long, Brother is just busy with work, Brother," he continued. "Sister bragged to this Big Brother's sister!" said Rana acting sulking looking for the attention of her older brother.

Ilker smiled faintly at the woman sitting with him at the dinner table, still looking, like a spoiled child, he thought. Swallowing the softly chewed food, while glancing at the face of the sullen sister, the lack of attention that was feeding rice into her own mouth. Take a little fish that has been cut with a knife and poke it with sambal.

"Curtain!" Rana immediately spouted the fish out of her mouth.

"It! What the fuck, anyway!" said Rana, putting the spoon roughly on the plate. Staring at the woman who still looked weak in pias.

Seeing Rana's unpleasant reaction, Ilker's countenance turned sour. Turning both eyeballs stared intently at the woman who was his current wife.

From afar Dhyia was so trembling and scared as if she had made a huge mistake. He immediately panicked and massaged his chest to cover up his fear. Stand up to her husband and sister-in-law.

"You're good at cooking, huh?" Rana immediately asked a question that made Dhyia offended. Looking at Rana who is so emotional. "I'm it! Just arrived. Do you like it right away?" The accusation of Rana igniting Ilker's anger, pointed at the woman with her sharp gaze.

"You, don't you know? If Rana doesn't like spicy!" Ilker immediately attacked which made the woman's heart break. "You are... !" he continued, annoyed to see Dhyia. "It's not been a day that you've known her!" hardiknya with a sneer that makes the tears of the wife spilled wet both cheeks.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you! Put this bicycle chili! Yeah, right?" Rana stood up, looking at him annoyed with a loud voice. "If you want to cook for me! You need to cook!" attacks overflowing. Staring at the frightened woman with a reddened face in the midst of the presence of the brother who was angry over the incident that occurred.

"should have! You don't have to bother preparing everything" Ilker continued to stand up." Besides, no one told you to prepare dinner for my sister." Looking towards the woman who was standing pecking from afar. "Rana, if you don't like the food! We can eat out." Ilker immediately left the table.

Both of Dhyia's eyes were so teary after hearing the attack of the man who had become her husband could be cruel to her. Holding back the sobbing that wanted to break which made her throat feel sore as a result of holding the incision that sliced the heart which increasingly made her tears break.

However, Dhyia is not a woman who, like most other girls. Although the treatment of the sister-in-law who did not consider it and had been rude. Doesn't make him hate that woman. The patience that had formed within him even widened his heart to say softly to the woman who did not like him at all.

"Rana, I'm sorry, Ma'am!" With a shrill look the woman approached Rana who really hated her so much. "Mom, not intentionally. Mbak also had reduced the chili, but Mbak, do not know! If it turns out to be still spicy," he explained in a heartbreaking tone of voice.

For the attitude that treated her at this moment Dhyia had never wanted to retaliate at all, let alone take revenge. He remains patient because he has other judgments about others. Smile in a heart that accepts all destiny with sincerity.

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Seriate...