SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTERS 117. PAWON QUEEN

Asyraf hamid pulls Al Zayn into his study. There is tension between the two middle east elite business people.

Al Zayn insisted that he was coming along because he had a story to tell that had to be solved to the point of disrupting Vega Gianina's curiosity. But the prince's descendant did not want to share his purpose this time, making Vega furious.

While in the family room.

Andre is still dealing with the three women. Two young girls and one middle-aged. The sound echoed because the high ceiling increasingly makes the atmosphere gripping. A great fear gripped the nape of Katrin when he heard Andre's high tone increasingly blaring.

"Katrin, tell me who asked you to be Miss Dilara's liaison!"

Silent. There's no answer.

"Hard-headed!" joked Andre, the burly hand immediately pulled Katrin's hair. A frail body that was not ready to receive an attack, was easily crushed until its head hit the floor.

Dugh.

"Awwhhh!! Just kill me, from the beginning my goal here was to die. Just so you know!" cibir Katrin, looking up at Andre. Highlight the eyes of despair, void as well as deep pain erupted as the two pairs of netra clashed.

Kesih and Mbak Mun, shook his head when he saw Katrin say so. He has awakened the thirsty panther.

Andre pulled back the hair of the girl who had fallen down, face bruised with a scar on the tip of his lips.

"You're challenging me? how much does Ezra pay you?"

"So, dare is just a kid!" Katrin spits on Andre's face.

"Bad!"

Dughkk. One pantofl-clad leg kick landed on the girl's stomach.

"Arghhh. Kevin's." Katrin said her brother's name. The clear thread was finally broken, the shadow of the brother getting torture from Abdeen filled his mind.

"No, Mister. Please, don't." Mbak Mun prevented the Aspri who was already on the edge of anger when his feet would be landed on the young employee's head.

Feeling unable to vent anger, finally Mbak Mun and Kesih did not escape from the rage of Andre.

Plakk. Plakk.

The maids, falling on the floor due to the harsh slap of personal assistant Ashraf hamid.

"Dre, ready yet?" firmly the Great Mistress.

"We are leaving now" he answered quickly, shaking his right hand from the heat that spread after the brutal act of himself.

"Catrin!"

The girl who was slow to endure the pain looked up at the face facing the origin of the voice. "What!" katrin's voice rattled her sign of pain.

Asyraf hamid looked at the young girl who had amazed him at his cooking skills. The indescribable gaze of the Great Mistress, between the happy thank you for taking care of Shan was also angry for betraying him.

After their departure. Ashraf Hamid's residence is guarded by dozens of bodyguards. It was hard for Katrin to come out to save herself.

However, it's not Ezra if he doesn't have a backup plan. When the situation is squeezed, Ezra says maybe he will be beaten if the mission is revealed. In that situation, El Qavi's eldest son advised Katrin to hold back the wound a little, pretending to be in severe pain to be rushed to the nearest clinic. There the Sabrina people will help get out of the country safely.

"Catrin!" sad to see the girl lying down. Mbak Mun got up staggered asking for help from one of the bodyguards to take the poor boy to the clinic.

"Call the doctor" said the bodyguard.

"You're crazy! can Andre slit if a stranger knows the Madam's residence?" Kesih did not lose loudly asking that the man immediately bring his friend.

Had no better option, Katrin was finally taken out of the house to the clinic. The girl was lunglai, although still in minimal consciousness.

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Indoneszian. At the same time.

Since noon, Ezra made a chart on the drawing paper that Mahira brought, trying to connect all the stories. The house situation was deserted, as the two girls went for a walk to the city with Shan, taking him on rides as the little boy grew bored.

Leon oversaw the departure of the women and their children to the public area. In addition to being sick, due to diet, there has also been poor rest since yesterday. He slept with the santri khidmah in the room.

Ezra turns on his tab, streaming with Rolex.

"Anastasya, daughter of Arabella. His age of two years above Dila means Akbar's daughter was born earlier than my wife. But Dila is not from the same womb as her .. because there is no way she can bear it, unless...." Ezra started to make a sound.

"Oh No's. Lexi ... Arabella is also not a descendant of nobility, while the shawl is also a pendant it shows otherwise." Emery's son is still analysing and Rolex is listening.

"The letter says my wife was not born of an affair ... Ok, gotcha, meet .. honey, meet...." Her net was breaking, Ezra drew a line towards the chart of the mysterious figure. Dila's biological mother.

"The license plate number was identified as belonging to Sanjaya Budiharso, Boss. Akbar's father when he was still successful, the car is now in the museum right in the garage. Occasionally come out just around their elite complex," said Rolex at the end there.

"OK, fix. What I know is true, belonging to the Sanjaya family. Lex, is my guess right? Vega?" Ezra firmly.

"The one who threw away Miss is Vega, right Boss. Because he was his secretary at the time. But, do you suspect the same thing as me, the brain of this evil?" the aspri.

"Cinggo. Right, one name in your brain, I'm sure it's the same as me, right?" ezra's smile rises.

"The point is, with respect to inheritance, I think Lex. If true, because Anastasya inherited two solid pillars of his family's real estate industry from generations," Ezra put down the pen he held an hour ago. His eyes glowed like lighthouse lights.

"When are you going to Jogja, Boss?" ask Rolex.

"Later if Arjuna has split the info back. Pakualaman, the origin of this complexity will end. Prepare my needs there while waiting for Dila to be healthy. Leon will accompany us" Ezra asked Rolex to coordinate with one of his family's elite aides.

If Ezra is struggling with accurate data and information. Unlike the two girls who were playing with Shan.

It's almost afternoon if Leon doesn't tell them the deadline for them in public spaces.

"Leon, eat first yuk. It's like there's a new outlet there. Rame really," pointed Mita at a typical Javanese food restaurant on Leon.

"Miss, no. Too crowded, you should immediately go home according to the time limit of permission from the Young Master," argued the aspri.

"I'm the only one standing in line, Mita. Wait at the restaurant next door, we eat there. If it is easy to charge, the most important thing is not to be curious," Mahira offered. He also wants to taste one of the dishes that hits if seen from the reviews of this social media restaurant.

"Please" Leon said, giving permission. While he carried Shan who was getting tired. Find a seat at the end of the cafe.

Mahira stepped into the queue line, started writing some menus as Mita wished earlier before she left them at the restaurant next door, for her to hand over to the waiter at the order table.

Because saturated with waiting, the girl spoiled the netra sipitnya. Wander around admiring the Javanese ornaments that dominate the inside of the resto. His eyes sparkled in amazement, looking at the interior details until he accidentally glanced at the group of news reporters. A beautiful woman wearing a hijab is being interviewed.

"Huh, astaghfirullah ... Subhanallah, my eyes don't look wrong?" Mahira rubs both eyes that begin to squeak.

"What are my eyes, my feelings ko ya mi-rippp even from sam-ping.." the girl pointed her phone, aiming at the figure that raged in the mind.

"Pawon Ratu.." spell Mahira on the standing banner in front of the resto.

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