The Cost of Trust

The Part 212

Part 212, but not sableng wire & yahoo ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇

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Surely Mr Aziz misunderstood this video? But how do I explain it? He just can't be called? Inner Julian. Hayu is still busy with her customers.

On the other hand, Aziz was still inside her private bathroom. He didn't hear a call on his cell phone that he put on the nightstand.

I entered the house as usual, through the kitchen door. I took off my hijab, and I put it in a basket of dirty clothes.

I washed my face in the sink. Reflecting for a moment, I looked at my face.

Ja. I was pale. Julian should be worried about me.

After wiping my face, I headed for my room.

I heard someone was in my bathroom.

Aziz has gone home? I ask myself.

Yes, this bathroom is just me and Aziz mas wearing it.

I just closed my door, Aziz really came out of the bathroom. He looked at me with a view I could not interpret. His sturdy body, looks a little wet because it just wrapped his towel around his waist. The man I miss so much is already in front of me. I want to give you everything I am going through right now.

"Mas..have you gone home? Why don't you tell me mas?", I asked, while approaching her.

He didn't answer anything, he even avoided me. Leaving me in just like that, she turned to the closet to pick up her clothes.

I try to think positively. Is it possible that the business in Surabaya has made his emotions until he brought it home?

I let her finish her dress.

"Mas..!", I hugged her from behind. But he let go of my embrace.

"Mas...kamu Why? You don't miss me?", I kissed his shoulder. The shoulder I was leaning on all this time.

Mas Aziz walked towards the nightstand. He took his phone. There were several calls from Julian. But Aziz didn't want to take it.

He prefers to find out from his wife directly.

I went back to my husband.

"Mas, why are you, baby?", I don't put my hands on her cheeks. But again he let go, although slowly but somehow I feel pain in my chest.

"What's wrong??" I repeat my question.

Mas Aziz did not answer but gave up his phone to me.

I accepted it, I opened the first video.

Video of me and Fai accidentally colliding in front of my room.

"Mas...?", I looked into his eyes. But he got his phone back from me. After fiddling for a while, he handed over his phone again.

I went back to the video where Ben and I were going to go into one of the hotel rooms. I'm sure he must be angry about this.

With a slight roughness, he took a position out of my hands. Then he stepped onto the sofa. Dropped her weight on my bedroom couch.

I approached her too.

"Mas....you believe me, right?", I also sat next to him.

I saw his eyes rub. She must have cried in the bathroom.

"Mas, Fai and I said it yesterday with you. There's nothing we're covering up, is there a mas?"

Aziz was still flinching.

"But you didn't say he kissed your head, did he?" he asked slowly.

I also shook my head.

"Sorry, I just don't want you to misunderstand us. That's all!" I clasped his hand tightly

"Who's the guy who went to the hotel room with you?!"

"Mas.I'm not who you think I am. Believe me, right?"

"Do you want to avenge me deck? Replying to me who hurt you once?"

"Yes Allah mas..ngak..i am not so mas..!", I shed tears . Even though he didn't yell at me. But success makes my tears just slide. It feels painful indeed, not trusted by the husband himself.

"Aren't you able to forgive me deck yet?", she asked softly.

"Mas, I did go there. But we're not both. Julian is with us. That guy...!"

"Mas! You don't believe me???", I'm intrigued.

He got up from the couch. Prepare to leave me. I also grabbed his hand. But I was easily caught.

I who was about to catch up with him actually fell. And without feeling like my lower abdomen hurts so much.

"Awwa.", peekkiku.

But it's as if Aziz doesn't care about me.

"Mas..!", call me. Without me noticing, there was fresh blood coming out of my birth canal.

Mas Aziz just walked out of my room, without caring about me.

My heart is getting more and more painful to see his treatment on me.

"Mas...please...!", call me down. A second, he seconds passed. Aziz did not come near me. Until my consciousness finally began to disappear.

Suddenly Aziz rushed towards me.

"Diandra!!!", the screech is hard on my ears.

He rubbed my cheek.

"Darling....are you why the deck???", mas Aziz cried next to me.

"Sick mas..!", I said slowly.

"Sorry.sorry mas deck! We're going to the hospital!", Aziz leaned me on the sofa. He took the jaggos that I hung near the door.

Mas Aziz grabbed my phone also in his pocket and did not forget to reach for his wallet anyway.

Mas Aziz put on my hijab, then carried me.

"We're going to the hospital now. You have to endure, baby!", Aziz was still crying.

He half ran towards the stall.

"Wood! Please call a taxi!", cried Aziz.

But Julian, who was still standing there, came straight to us.

''Let me drive you, sir?" said Julian sprightly.

Julian opened the door for us.

"Darling..mas sorry!", Mas Aziz still patted my cheek.

I smiled at him.

"You believe in me, right?", I asked.

He nodded quickly.

"Mas trust you deck! Sorry!!", she peed my forehead over and over again. Her tears are still flowing.

He hugged me tightly. The sound of it makes me feel comfortable.

"Mas...I'm tired....I can sleep right...?!"

"No! you can't close your eyes deck! Look at the deck! Don't sleep!", he shook my body.

"I..I.!!", after that I was unconscious.

Why is Miss Dian!? Inner Julian. He can't ask much questions right now.

"Quick Julian!???", snapped Aziz.

"Yes sir!"

Julian's accelerating his car. He contacted Persada hospital to prepare when Diandra got there.

"Faster Julian!" said Aziz again.

"Yes sir." Julian doesn't want to follow the emotions of his boss.

The car entered the hospital parking lot. As prepared, the nurse came to welcome Diandra.

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Well, right..it is the result of grasa grusu mu Aziz!!!!!!