SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTERS 111. SURPRISE

The morning after last night's commotion.

Asyraf Hamid told the young lady in his presence that he would fly to England to sell assets there for one week. Business cooperation with several companies including Al Zayn has entered into the term of termination of business agreements.

The rich widow told Dila to take care of herself while in Sharjah. Also carry out the responsibility as a team leader about the development of AVT skills for trainers to continue to do.

"I go, Dila, you can take a holiday during the weekend as usual," said the Madam when leaving the front porch of the house while saying goodbye to Shan.

"Bye Shan, Oma work first. Later brought souvenirs from there yes," Vega Gianina kissed the owner of chubby cheeks.

"Bye Oma, drugs."

The merchant's luxury car slowly left the court until it disappeared behind the iron fence that loomed ahead.

"Weekend, day after tomorrow. I have to prepare everything" said Dilara, stepping down the stairs to the car that will take them to the school for special needs children.

"Shan, today's the test, baby. It will be two years. Still want to learn the same syech, right?" tanya Dila as her toddler attempted muroja'ah surat al kafirun, just after the car drove away from the residence of Ashraf Hamid.

"He em's. Be smart, Mother."

"Eh, can you call Mommy?" dilara's eyes flashed looking towards Shan who was sitting next to her.

The fat-bodied boy returned the sparkling gaze of the Mother. "It's been, but Shan's been hard," she said slowly.

"It's hard that means you're not used to it?" tanya Dilara was quickly embraced by her son.

"Its Ok's. It's made Mommy happy, thank you, son." Young mother rubs her son's head dear.

Shan resumed his reading, while the mother listened carefully.

"Baby, pay attention to verses one and two .. many readings mad, mad jaiz, arid lisukun also mad original.. kaafirun, kaf his mad thobii for meeting fatah, long 2 harokat."

Shan repeated the first verse until Dilara nodded, a sign of her teaching.

"La a'budu maa ta’buduun."

"Pinter, go on," continued the Mama.

"Wa la antum 'abiduna ma a'bud...."

"Ikfa Shan, angtum, nun his breadfruit is read faintly, then Shan hums 3 harokat. Ain't mad thobii because there's?"

"There are alif in the long read two harokat," Shan replied confidently.

"Smart son of Dad. Baby, what's the end of the law?"

"Qolqolah Mommy, reflected no?" shan asked confusedly.

"Qolqolah kubro, at the end, must be reflected because Shan waqofkan. A'budds. Understood?"

Grandson Emery nodded in spirit. He then continued back.

" Wa la ana 'abidum ma 'abattum."

"Baby, what should the end read?"

"Idgham mu-" Shan replied hesitantly.

"Pinter, don't hesitate. Idgham. Dal sukun meets with ta'. The dal letter is inserted into the letter ta', so that ta' as if it is a tasydid barricade. Abattum, not abattum, his dal became faint, Shan. Understand difference?"

Again Ezra's eldest son nodded. Dila asked Shan to continue reading and he listened again, because in al kafirun letter many of the same tajwid laws in each verse, he said, so Shan easily understands the lesson this time even though it is done during the trip in the car.

"Shan is smart, Onty is not understanding taught by Mother," continued Kesih when the little boy had finished his salary.

"Barocallah. Dad's son that loh, Onty," praised Dilara peeked her son back and forth.

"Aamiinu. Daddy must have said Shan cool huh Mommy, uh Mother," Shan reply still stiff when calling Dila with the name Mother.

"Yes, Shan. Can call Mommy anything, as you like Shan," Dila finally relented. She was then rewarded with a charming smile and a rain of wet kisses on all parts of her face by Ezra's favorite child.

Day after tomorrow, Shan. The day after tomorrow. We're going to visit Dad.

The joy of mother and child continues until noon. Batita Ezra was already fast asleep when Dila finished teaching that afternoon. A hard day Shan had passed, making the physicality of his beloved son tired.

"Baby, you passed the entrance selection of Al Fatteh, Aaahhh Mother happy," whispered Dila peeping Shan's face. When he put himself to bed.

Dilara began to worry that his action would be revealed. The round net fluttered around the spacious room. His two eyes immediately squinted as he caught something strange on the dresser.

There was something poking out under the journal that he used to send messages to Ezra. Dilara got up from the side of the bed, approached and grabbed the maroon-coated book.

"The plane ticket is also a safe route to Surabaya," he smiled.

"Eh, there's a message." Dilara grabbed a single sheet of folded paper wrapped around her ticket.

"Miss, go to the base camp event which is currently in the title near the northern Dubai coast. This is the family base camp event ticket. After you confirm arrival, please head to tent number 20 to change clothes and exchange positions with Sabrina people. Then exit the south door, the driver will take you to the airport. Sabrina has prepared a safe passage from Al Zayn's men."

"OK, bismillah. Mom, I'm looking for myself from now on. I don't think, everything God opened in his other hemisphere, the secret of my identity all along." Lirih Dilara monologue embraced the amount of paper he held.

Shan is not awake yet. The young mother quickly prepared everything she needed in her backpack and Shan, which she would carry.

The next day, Dila went through normal activities. He reported to Kesih also Madam Mun the head of the household residence Ashraf hamid that during the weekend, he will follow an exciting event for Shan in Dubai.

No one is suspicious as long as Andre doesn't wander around him. Although Mbak Mun several times raised questions leading to suspicion of the statement of young miss, but succeeded Dila redam.

Friday's Day. Execution.

From the early hours of the morning, the young mother was unable to close her eyes properly. The shadow of her husband's face haunts her, as does Shan's reaction. What will happen tonight when they get there.

After breakfast, the mother and son decided to head to the base camp.

"I went straight to Dubai huh," Dila waved at Kesih and Katrin who drove the two away.

Shan was deliberately not informed about their departure from this oil-producing country. Surprise for him.

Now, it's been almost an hour, Dilara is in the camp, waiting for the right time to sneak in without being caught by the cctv. Till.

"Miss, hurry. Down, relax, don't fidget. Pass through the crowd at the side of the tent, come on follow me," the female agent asked Dila out to the pick-up point.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Young Mother's heart skipped a beat, she clasped Shan's hand tightly. Fortunately the fat boy did not say much, only obediently following the steps of the Mother.

"Go away. Be careful," he whispered as he outwitted several passers-by, as they arrived at the pick-up location.

The taxi that Sabrina rented drove up to the airport. "An hour, boarding. Enough time until you check in. We'll keep an eye on your plane until it takes off" said the driver, whose face is not visible, covered in a mask.

That fast time passed.

The young Miss is currently inside the airport, until the sound of the announcement echoed asking the passengers to immediately prepare to enter the plane.

"Mommy, where are you going?" whispered Shan in her right ear, as her fingers were held, and stepped out of the waiting room.

"secret top. Later if you have a flight yes, Mother share our destination, pray yuk," invite Dila to hug a cute son with a backpack of turtles on her back containing snacks and favorite drinks supplies from Katrin.

Just now the footsteps of the mother and child were getting away from the scan examination by Airports security. The heavy sound that echoes managed to make Dilara sculpt.

"Mam, you! .. with a boy wearing the turtle bags, stop."

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

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