SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 139. FORGIVING

Dila's phone alarm rang, vibrating loudly causing noise from the top of the nightstand beside their bed until Mother Shan woke up.

Round eyelids are still reluctant to open, but the sense of one side of his body is very heavy even if just to shift. The hands are also hard to move. Slowly, with intense drowsiness continuing to spread, Dila forced her neutrality open.

"Mmmnggg, A-bang, please slide. Maghrib, wake up ready to pray," whispered Dila, his distinctive roar just woke up.

The owner of the burly body was unmoved, a mound of chewy objects belonging to Dila was still in the choked palms to make a slender body in the arms of Ezra, again bristling.

The gentle breath sweep behind his nape is increasingly successful in making Ruhama's adoptive daughter not wrinkled. Wrong move, he will definitely take a mandatory bath back.

"Honey, let's go first. Maghrib," again, whispered Dila trying to release Ezra's grasp from his chest.

"Now donk, dear."

Finally the owner of the body that overlapped some of Dila's body woke up. But do not relax the body that squeezes.

"You are out of time, you will meet with Mrs Asyraf ba'da maghrib. I'm hungry too" whined Dila still trying to escape.

"Promise first" whispered Ezra.

"What promise?"

"Continue later," still with a soft whisper, this time in a wet kiss on the ear lobe.

Sjssatejhhrrrrrrr. Dila.

"Before, prayer is more obligatory than all you will do, come."

"We all honeymoon ... have never, ever gone home with a zygote that has turned into an embryo" Ezra murmured again.

"Mom's body should be fit and healthy too, brother. It should not be made limp let alone hunger because of lack of nutritional intake and dehydration due to always being stuffed in the room," protested Dila. Upset because ten minutes had passed, Ezra did not also release his grip.

Shan's father laughed. "Ok, take a shower and go down. You have to eat a lot so you have enough energy," he said again, slowly removing the piercings of his legs and arms.

"Eenngghh," Lengu-han spontaneously escapes from Dilara, as a result of rema-san accompanied by a gentle swipe at the chest that he had been choking.

"Kan, you're fishing."

Ezra stood up, drawing closer to his wife's face.

"What, brother, what was that about me? sana ah, want to pray first," Dila inched away and got off the other side of the bed leaving Ezra who returned turn-on. Rushed to shower for three minutes before they went down to the hotel restaurant.

Seven o'clock, before Isya.

Since noon Dila did not touch the food, even his energy was drained. It is only natural that he is starving at the moment. Ezra also let his woman calm down to eat the dishes he ordered.

Fifteen minutes later.

Asyraf Hamid and Andre came to their table. The Qavi leadership then asked that waitress immediately clear-up the table so that they are more free.

There was awkwardness between the two women who had just met again after the incident some time ago.

"Hallo, Dila. How are you?" Asyraf Hamid extended a hand to shake.

"Alhamdulillah, Madam." Dila brushed off her hand, drew closer and hugged for a moment.

As soon as Ashraf Hamid freezes, getting sweet treatment from Dila.

"Please sit down" added Ezra after seeing Dila's attitude. His wife is sometimes difficult to guess.

They spent the night talking in a fancy restaurant for almost two hours. Discussed many things including the cooperation contract between Dila and the foundation of Ashraf Hamid and Al Zayn.

"I will terminate the cooperation contract with Dila so that she is free of achievement. About Al Zayn, let Andre take care of it later. You don't worry" he said to Ezra as he stole a glance at Dila.

"Thank you very much for your help, Madam."

Ezra no longer chimed in the length of the sentence of the rich merchant.

"Dila, I'm sorry. If the legal process is"

"Dilaaa," said Vega, moved.

"Consider, what you did to me in this time, has atoned for all the past.I'm sure, guilt must haunt every night and it's excruciating. May Allah have a purpose for all this and there is a wisdom .. I have many life lessons, love and sustenance that Allah bestows on me besides His mercy," said Dila Panjang.

Ezra clasped his wife's palm hidden under the table, linked it between fingers and brought it up and gave her a kiss there.

"Thank you, Dila. Thanks." Asyraf Hamid just looked down embarrassed. How sincere the young lady before him felt even though she bore a deep wound.

The two then shook hands, Dila giving a final hug to the rich Mistress.

"If you go to Jakarta, send me a message so that Shan can meet his Oma Dubai again" Dila concluded before they left.

"Bo-can?" ask Vega in doubt.

Dila and Ezra nodded, "May, Shan also misses his Oma."

Vega Gianina unceasingly thanked me as well as a deep gratitude to the Qavi couple. He also promised to live his life better from now on. Before long, the rich merchant was quiet, slowly disappearing behind the walls of the Hotel.

Ezra pulls Dilara in an embrace, tightening the cuddle while whispering affectionately. "Thankyou Darling. Already let go of the past burdens and forgive them."

Dila only nodded faintly leaning on the chest of Ezra's field, her heart relieved. Forgive, so that his life is light because as good as the counter-giver is only the God of the universe.

Devana's daughter-in-law breaks a hug, then clasps Dila's fingers. Wear his mikikikik jacket for the beautiful wife before leaving the hotel to the culinary center not far from there.

The two embrace each other, close the body while telling stories, occasionally tucked into a dime joke along the walk in the pedestrian.

"Za, Ezra .. over here." A man's voice from a snack tent selling fish-based snacks.

"Eh Hi. I think it's still a long way off" replied Ezra, pulling Dila along.

The two handsome men shook hands then patted each other on the shoulders and hugged each other for a moment. Seen on the side of the Caucasian man, sat a beautiful white woman smiling towards Dilara who was still standing beside Ezra.

"Yes, know it. Michelle," said the bule man.

Dila smiled at the greeting. Ezra pulled out a chair to let his wife sit down before introducing her to the two best friends.

"Honey, it's Arthur Julian, who designed all your jewelry including the ring when we bought it at the Mall ..he's also credited with sneaking Katrin into Ashraf Hamid's house as our liaison," terang Ezra introduced his helper figure.

"Hi, hello to Madam Dilara. I asked him for a reward ... At that time he objected but finally collapsed as well," Arthur replied.

"Call Dila .. What reward? has he paid off yet?" Dila was confused by his meaning.

"Hmm, it's natural to be quoted .. plain and ayu like this, where is Za? ... Dila, just want the same widower as well," Arthur quipped in the laughter of the two men, while the graceful woman just smiled.

"Same papa, found in the pesantren. Cool right?...."

"That's a lot Lu ya, Za ... gini Dila, the reward is Ezra bring you here and meet us .. especially Michelle, who is very curious about you, very curious about you, my wife is in the same condition as you, uh sorry Dila," explained the jewelry designer.

The round netra blinked, turning to look at the figure of ayu that caught his attention.

"Hi, I'm Michelle." the beautiful woman waved at Dilara while smiling sweetly. Adding his swing.

"Greetings, Dilara."

"Well, please have a chat with you guys." added Ezra, seeing Michelle as if impatiently chatting with his wife.

Dila returned Michelle's smile and then rose from her chair, taking the new friend to another table so she could talk to each other.

"Where, everything's done?" ask Arthur.

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