SOUND FOR DILARA
TIRE 114. OBSOLETE LETTER

"Who is the letter? curious, has Dila read?"

Until after breakfast, Ezra's brain was still struggling about the letter he found this morning. At first glance looking at Dilara, there was no awkwardness in Shan's biological mother.

When Dila was about to go into the room again, intending to tidy up Mother's clothes to be distributed to the orphanage later in the afternoon, Ezra held back her steps.

"Dila, Shan is sleeping. Where am I sleeping with him? your mother's room or yours? while Mahira is nervous and santri is also not there," asked Ezra when he saw Ruhama's room began to fall apart because Mita dismantled everything.

"Here I may, Mother's bed is empty. We put clothes on the mat to be relieved. If you want to sleep in my room," replied the young Madam about to enter.

"Mommy," Shan called out in Ezra's sling.

"Kan, Shan can't escape from his mother. I go in, get him first."

"Yeeee, excuse. Tell me so I can huddle," said Mita connect the chat.

Mita said, Shan is just an excuse. Ezra wanted to ask about the envelope of the letter mumpung atmosphere of the house a little quiet.

Two young women, coolly chatting while sorting out the Ruhama equipment that can still be used. Including kitchen tools that will not be used again.

After Shan went deep, Ezra tried to open the discussion.

"Dila, I just saw a worn envelope on Mom's dresser. Where ya?"

Dilara, who realized she didn't see it in the first place, then started looking back.

"Yes, it was here. Where did it go, fell?" Ms Shan's birth mother, crouched under the bed and closet, searched for the object in her cell phone's light lighting.

"I help you find" Ezra said, descending from the bed.

"Sister, this isn't what it means? Mita keep it here," Mita said after finding out the young couple was looking for the item she had secured earlier because it was played by Shan.

The two pairs of netra looked towards Mita's hand hanging in the air while holding the brown envelope she was looking for.

"Well this. Right, thanks Mita," Dila replied to receive the offer.

The left hand-embroidered finger of Ezra's diamond ring, pulling the paper from inside the envelope, also spilled its contents.

Dilara's round net reads slowly, spelling out a few words that begin to fade due to the ink used such as being exposed to water melts to widen beyond the line limit on the paper.

Ezra sat closer to his wife.

25 January 2002.

That night I was sleepy on the edge of the Jakarta mother market shophouse, waiting for Nyai Syuria's entourage to finish the lecture.

His family, in herbal medicine and invited tausiah at one of the conglomerate's residences across the street. I was lazy to join them, feeling clamorous sitting on the marble floor or the soft sofa. It felt like my butt was itching to linger on what I was not used to.

Because the night in Jakarta was crowded, I gave him permission to take a walk around the mother market that I had seen before entering the elite housing gate earlier.

Cold long piercing skin. I decided to go into the hallway looking for a food vendor that had opened, ba'da isya. Because it is impossible to return to the housing just to sip a glass of warm tea.

Later I found out, the market was operating after midnight, it was appropriate that I did not meet a single food seller there. There was only a group of gentlemen playing cards at the middle end of the market security post.

The rain began to fall, further adding to the silence of the atmosphere that night. Regrets were present in my heart, I decided to return to the conglomerate residence where my Nyai was.

Suddenly, when it will pass one block to the main road, from the side of the market that is not fitted with the gate.

Not long. They hurried back to the car and left a package. B 2675 SB, I tried to memorize the license plate of the car they used when highlighted by the lights of other vehicles. Looking for a stone around me to write down the row of numbers earlier, just in case I forget.

With a pounding heart and doubtful steps, I ventured to see what they had just left behind. Samar I heard a moaning sound like a baby. I quickened my pace and grabbed the package that was almost in the thickets of the big black ants.

How surprised I was to see a red baby with an ari-ari that seemed to have just been cut, crying loudly from the cold.

I clenched it tightly, my heart sliced until involuntarily tears flowed, profusely. I can't bear the condition of the baby I found. Aware of his safety, I decided to take my findings to Nyai to the conglomerate residence, with the help of a passing ojek.

Arriving at the luxurious residence, I told the santri khidmah about this important matter. Finally, with his help, the rich man sent his assistant and driver to take me to the hospital, accompanied by one of the santri khidmah.

I waited two hours in the IGD Corridor until Nyai came after me. Doctors said the baby was healthy, a female. Also hand over a letter and jewelry as the identity of the child.

Dila paused what she read. Her heart says that this is the story of Mother finding herself.

"Honey. If not strong, I will continue reading. Can you?" tanya Ezra immediately attracted the attention of Mita who had been getting to sort out Ruhama's clothes.

"Why Brother?" ask the girl who has not graduated from college, see the look on Dilara's face.

"Diem used to be Mit," Ezra's impatient sergeant to the sister, Mita just blurted lips irritated at her eldest brother.

Dilara took a deep breath. Between being able and not to continue, but this is a life story that he needs to know because the Ruhama never once brought up about this.

"Dila's just Mom's daughter. Don't think about anything else."

Ruhama's magic words came out in a high tone, if Dilara asked who she was when she was in bully classmates because she was nicknamed as an illegitimate child who was dumped by her biological mother.

"Darling.." Ezra's soft voice broke the daydream. A man with the status of a husband in the eyes of the law, does not dare to touch his woman.

"Ehh, yes .. I continue. Brother, how will it be?" ask Dila worriedly.

"We're looking together, okay? there I am, relax honey." said Ezra soothingly.

When will re-read the sheet of paper that is still in hand. The sound of Mahira greeting was heard entering the house and came to their room.

The girl's breath was puffed. "Dila, Mr Ezra, said Buya when will he marry again? ba'da maghrib or isya? prepare the dowry do not forget," said the youngest daughter Yai Sa'id conveyed Abuya's message with a happy face.

Dilara turned to his right side, asking for Ezra's approval.

"But Mahira, Dila found something" said Ezra.

"What?" mahira asked while nudging Mita's arm.

"This is again read, wait a minute, Mahira. After I finish reading later, Brother will give you a decision on how to proceed with our plan," explained Dilara to the two girls before him.

Mita, who had prepared a couple suit for the couple, if they were to remarry later tonight, was anxious. Remembering Dilara just found a piece of the story past her life story.

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