SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTERS 10. FRETTING

Ezra was pensive, not immediately getting up from his comfortable seat. The eagle netra actually closed, he recalled all his childhood memories.

True said Mita, he was not devoted enough to the Papa. All desires since adolescence, Papa always fulfilled although not immediately realized on the same day when he asked for it.

And the last incident, when Ezra forced Papa to approve his relationship with Cheryl Patricia the beautiful screeching uler.

He also ignored Papa's advice that forbade approaching her because of her popularity. Afraid that the child will only be used by the woman.

But seeing both of them mean it, Emery also gave his blessing. They marry, but Ezra is betrayed.

"Sister, ko bengong, will be called Papa earlier said Rolex," said Mita who was also still silent in the same place.

"Yes," he rose up to step into the Papa's room.

Geck. Geck.

"Please enter Young Master," Leon opened the door allowing Ezra to enter the room. The door handle was pulled by Leon to close perfectly as he left the room after his young master entered.

"Hi Pa, feel better?" ezra asked, approaching his father's bed.

Papa only nodded his head faintly, his face was indeed much fresher than that afternoon.

"Sit here, Za," said Emery as he patted the side of the bed to his right.

"Rest Pa, don't talk too much first...."

"Father is okay, don't worry too much. Za, can Papa ask for something?" pinta Papa cautiously feared his eldest son felt compelled.

"May Pa, just say it," replied Ezra looking at the father's shady face and grabbing the wrinkled hand to kiss him.

Emery was moved to see the firstborn he raised alone has transformed into a gentle-hearted man figure, although his appearance seemed haughty.

"Just to say, leave Dilara, whatever way you look after her." Emery looked at his son's face.

"What do you mean? guarding my way? keep that how?" ask ezra confused.

"It is up to you to secure the child's future by financing his studies. Giving a friend to him who is not just able to keep him safe from the interference of the perpetrators of bullying or marry him," said Emery gave an option.

"What Pa, isn't it wrong? He was a minor, I would later be mistaken for a pedo-fil. Anyway, sorry Pa, he's not my taste," he said on the advice of his father.

"Despite that the girl looks like an instant noodle? my taste? there-there's just you. In a few months, 19 years old according to the Rolex report, it is not abege labile. Twelve years with you doesn't matter, does it?"

"I'm like a sugar daddy if I marry her, Pa," added Ezra trying to get rid of the choice that Papa seemed to want but felt reluctant to say directly to him.

"Just think about Za, Papa accepts whatever you decide. Because if married his intentions are not good, the continuation will also not be good. Don't be like this Papa of yours," Emery regretted that he could not provide a picture of harmonious household life for his two children.

"Papa only asks you to look after her, not force you to marry her" he looked up at the son's pride.

"Papa take it easy, I will not give the opportunity for Sanjaya Group to control the real estate in our region in a dirty way" Ezra said.

"Papa hope if you remarry, it will be your last marriage yes Za, do not misstep back," the father's message gently patted the palm of Ezra's hand beside his body.

"Make sure also your heart is not left dear even love for your ex-wife, your past with Cheryl must be over so as not to disturb your household in the future, pray that your father will live a long life, Za, so that he can see you happy."

"Ma ... Papa will always be healthy and there for us," Ezra looked at the father with a sad look in his eyes, remembering clearly the struggle when his father was down first.

"I'm sorry I didn't give you complete happiness since you were a young man, Ezra El Qavi. Forgive your mother, son, don't hold a grudge against her. Papa will try to lead you to happiness after a gloomy childhood and not many sweet memories there," Emery said in a raucous voice.

Still can not control his feelings if you remember him despite the many wounds that the woman incised in the heart of Emery. Maybe this is the definition of true love or maybe he is too easily fooled by the woman of his past.

"I love Papa, just my parents. Already, forget him. There's me and Mita, who will keep Papa always, yes Pa," Ezra hugs her father, channeling the warmth of love from him so that the sadness doesn't stay too long in the heart. Although Ezra often feels the same tightness if he remembers the woman, his biological mother.

"I'm sorry for disappointing Papa, I haven't been able to put happiness on your gun face, Pa" Ezra said.

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While in other places, Dilara Residence, night.

Ruhama looked with the look of his eyes on his daughter who had been sound in the red bedroom bed.

Dilara Huwaida likes all things red. Red was the first color to catch his attention since he was a baby. No doubt, the room is filled with all similar colored items, ranging from maroon to blood red or red color combinations.

Including obsolete computer covers that he often uses to help the children of neighbors who have difficulty when preparing manuscripts, whether for thesis, speech, proposal or other manuscripts. From here, Dilara earns a wage in return for him to buy all the trinkets.

This child is always independent, rarely asks him. Ruhama never feel bored when in Dila's room, it feels like getting an injection of energy if lingering here. Red, the brave emblem and the spirit trigger, just like Dilara.

His memory returned this afternoon when the citizen's scorn was directed at him. The shame he can not hide very much when the masses herded them, social blasphemy is a powerful weapon in breaking down the mental and sanity of someone in the present.

"Luckily, God made you unable to hear perfectly Dila, I cannot imagine if your sense of hearing is normal, hearing gunshots, fights might traumatize and hysterical. You are strong, Dila," said Ruhama, with a gentle swipe on the back of the sleeping girl curled up to him.

He was shocked when he read the paper containing the chronology of the event.

"Whatever fate will bring you later, which obviously happy mother can take care of you until now. I hope you will love me if you succeed. Forgive me for my limitations in educating you, dear. I'm sorry, ladies who have brought Dila into the world, I haven't been able to carve a smile on your daughter's face."

Ruhama cried, then covered his mouth with his right palm. Enjoying his sad puddle alone in the night that began to turn silent.

Lord, take care of Dilara .. If I am any longer old, meet him with someone who is sincere to look after him." Ruhama prayer is sincere from the heart.

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