SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTERS 120. SON'S DEMANDS WERE WASTED

"Son...."

"Please .. don't touch me anymore" he jolted at the Sepuh man who pulled Al Zayn's arm.

The two sat on the family room couch with Jhonson accompanying. The dim atmosphere began to fade as the room was now brighter when Eldo pressed the light switch.

Emery took a deep breath, staring at the figure in front of him. The young man began to calm down, perhaps a good time to talk.

"What's the matter with Ezra? didn't he give you everything you wanted?" emery asked softly, like talking to his biological son.

"Curtain, all. Still I was seen one eye as an outcast."

"Disposed how? until now, Ezra still cares about you, Zayn. Don't you forget that he was equally hurt, too" Papa Ezra's gaze returned mellow, his tone weakening as if regretful.

"Ah, stop. I just want Dilara," Al Zayn said indifferently.

"When that's Ezra's legal wife. The two are tightly bound to each other now, Zayn. Don't you add to the list of sins again, even Ezra releases Cheryl for you when she finds out that you guys are aff-airs .. Finish this, let Ezra reach for happiness ... Ok?" said this elder El Qavi.

Al Zayn stared intently, the twinkle of hatred still clearly highlighted in the radiance of his eyes. The face of the young man who had returned handsome looked stiff.

"Always Ezra."

Emery shook his head slowly. Trying to explain what he said first.

"Because he's my son!" Emery is losing patience. He had been quiet all this time.

"Oh yeah, he's your son. I forget. Maybe if you get hurt, he'll trade you for my dila" she said, displaying a cynical smile as if planning something.

Al Zayn got up and ordered something. "Bring him!" tell it to the bodyguard.

Jhonson is wanted by Ezra to always be ready. Not in the guts, Emery's son's secretary, pulled a gun out of his shirt.

Ckrakk.

"Try it if you dare!" jhonson said, cocking the trigger. Ezra's assistant stood straight to point pis-tol ready to block the enemy.

Prince Sharjah's descendants stopped stepping, turning to the left side, catching from the tail of the figure's eyes with a pistol standing like a male lion.

"Done up!" Al Zayn gave the order again. Two bodyguards approached the man.

While Jhonson held off the senpi eruption, Eldo barged in just as two bodyguards forcibly pulled the leader's arm.

"Detach the great Lord" cried Eldo lashing out a blow.

Bugh. One of Al Zayn's bodyguards staggered.

There was a fight between El Qavi's bodyguards against Al Zayn. Jhonson is still faithfully standing, wary of senpi cocktails that could at any time pop hot lead.

It seemed that the heir to Manaf's treasure was impatient, he grabbed the nearby bodyguard's pistol and fired a bullet into the air. Shooting also occurred.

Dhuars. Dor. Dor.

Instantly everyone involved in the fight got off, the bullet casings began to fall down. At that moment, Eldo was as strong as possible to attract Emery to shelter.

The three crawl for cover as a hot lead eruption rains down on them.

Jhonson had lost, some of El Qavi's guards had fallen. They are exposed, the fishy smell begins to emerge due to da-rah that emanates from the body that is bergerang.

"STOP. OK, I'M COMING!" emery exclaimed from behind the pantry wall, side by side with Eldo as Ezra's grey secretary evacuated him.

Jhonson, who was still behind the long sofa, shook his head slowly, a sign that he did not agree with the idea of the leader.

"The love of Ezra's men, they have the family of Jhon. Let Papa give up. He won't hurt me" Emery whispered to his son's two confidants.

"Master, your leg." Jhonson pointed at his employer's calf.

"Not hit by bullets, just scratched glass shards. Don't worry" replied the great Lord.

"Emery! OUT!" strangled Al Zayn for the last time.

Slowly, the old body was raised with the help of the same wounded Eldo in his face and arms. Walking limped alone through the sofa and all the furniture in the middle room that is no longer intact.

"Come, Zayn. Look at me, it's hard this way, son. The important thing is that I follow your wishes, right?" pinta Emery as distance has been closer to Zayn. He reached out his hand so that the young man could reach him.

"Not soft, but treat with love. Come help me, don't stingy Zayn's love."

Al Zayn lazily grabbed the arms of the twilight man who was getting closer. Even he was holding Emery's waist when he knew blood was dripping from under the folds of his sleeping pants.

Beyond the reasoning of Jhonson and Eldo, had not just happened a fight also hail bullets in this Mansion? why is the ending so sweet?.

"Do you know anything about them?" asked Eldo, with a domineering masculine voice.

"Eh, men yes daritadi.." said Jhonson surprised, he only realized that early today, his work partner in the form of a real man.

"From the Kuya! lo kemane's eye?" Eldo returns to original mode.

Wound in the arm he ignored because he was fixated on staring at the leg of Jhonson who was also injured, a puddle of thick blood came out from between his cotton pants.

"J-Jhon, i-it's."

Aspri Ezra in Surabaya just grimaced with pain, he had pressed the quick call button for Doctor Darius to come to the Mansion with a medical crew.

After the departure of Al Zayn.

Darius came with an ambulance and two assistants. He was surprised by the unusual circumstances of the patients.

The mansion had been neater than before so as not to raise severe suspicion for the medical personnel that Darius' doctor had brought.

Jhonson only explained as much as he could when the Qavi family trust doctor asked him what was really going on.

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Al Zayn's trip to the hospital.

Seemed hateful but not entirely the taste of it closed his eyes. He took Emery to a nearby clinic for treatment.

"I know, you are still a good boy" Emery said in a lazy speech from the mouth of the handsome young man.

After the action was done, still in the clinic room, Al Zayn began to ask back to the elder El Qavi. "Where's Ezra?"

"I don't know, but he's obviously looking for Dilara's identity. Wait here, accompany me yes," Emery told him again.

"I followed him. Give Dila to me, she's not happy with Ezra. Let me take care of Dila, no matter whose offspring I keep dear, like when I first saw her. Although at that time I did not want to know him," said Al Zayn with a softer intonation.

"Ask Dila. Let him choose, you've tried to take both hearts, haven't you? well ... pick up your answer," replied the owner of EQ building Surabaya.

"What if it doesn't?" expostulation.

"You're gonna cut it? I said baby but it happens, is it true?" Emery is reversing logic.

"I'm always wrong in your eyes! Ezra insulted and demeaned your son-in-law, do you know? Ezra treats rudely, do you care? ... NO RIGHT!! it was just me, only A-K-U who cared about Dila until the ba-ng-sat man realized his late love" Al Zayn exclaimed in flames.

Emery just sighed, looking at the young man in front of him who was again emotional.

...***...

In the early hours of the morning, Jakarta.

Ezra's entourage arrives at a private homestay he rents through Rolex. Dila is one room with Mita, while Ezra is with Shan. Leon and the bodyguards arranged their respective rooms.

They were tired and decided to rest for a while waiting for the sun to rise before the search mission began.

"Sir, the appointment with the Queen's Wasp's owner by Rolex is scheduled for the afternoon. Before that we can meet with the Guitarist first," Leon conveyed his second activity tomorrow.

"good. We both go so we don't suspect anything. Dila hasn't been fit properly, I want her to take a complete break today, prepare a guard for them. After this, you also rest" said Ezra.

"Ready, Sir."

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