SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 25. BYE MOM

Night, at the Mansion.

Dila arrived at the luxurious residence of the El Qavi family in the early hours of the morning. When all residents are increasingly covered in dreams.

He was taken by one of the maids on duty, to Ezra's room on the ground floor through the magnificent living room, though in Dila's heart was reluctant.

"Please, Mistress. Young master in the workspace with Rolex, excuse me," she said, resigning after putting her husband's suitcase and Dila's in any room.

Dila only responded to the maid with a faint nod as well as a sweet smile from her lips.

The net goes around sweeping through all the details of the room. Some masculine photos of Ezra on one of the walls of the room make Dila admire how handsome and dashing her husband is.

The footsteps continued down the display table of various miniature projects that her husband had managed to work on to bring her to the door that leads to the balcony.

Dila flicked the dangling white curtain, opening the white door panel.

Wuuush.

Instantly the night wind swept the tip of his hijab that was not pinned. Caressing the skin of Dila's face that feels numb.

"O Night, I want you to be the only one who accompanies me to open the morning until it releases the twilight, to calm my heart at night and share the story," she looked at the moon who was shy to show its light.

"Dilara, from tomorrow save your voice, never be a ringtone for someone who likes silent mode," Dila strengthened her resolve.

Maybe living far away with his family, will make Ezra behave better or vice versa even though Dilara never dared to hope.

The pat on the shoulder surprised Dila. Apparently he was enjoying the cold and silent night too much, feeling peace in silence so that Ezra was not aware that he was next to him.

"You slept on the couch tonight. Remember, never touch my belongings" Ezra said, approaching Dila who was still pensive on the balcony.

The girl was surprised, her cheeks were blushing, her heart rustling. Being this close to Ezra, inhaling the fragrance of her husband's perfume and being stared intensely by the two jet black eye beads belonging to a young master El Qavi, made Dila's heart beat fast.

"I don't have to repeat my words, do I?" firmly Ezra was still staring at Dila.

Dila was only able to nod her head. His brain is out of sync.

"Get in, it's getting cold. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a concern. Only reluctant to take care of you if it hurts, it's troublesome," Ezra pulled the tip of Dila's hijab until her pin came off and the girl's head covering was exposed featuring long, neatly tied black hair.

"Eh," cried Dila stuck when she realized her hijab would come off.

Ezra turned his body away, hearing someone's choking voice.

Deghs.

"Hair is long?" ezra said in his heart.

The man had caught the tip of Dila's hair when his wife turned her back to justify her veil.

Realizing her folly, Ezra continues her step towards the bathroom to clean herself up before she goes to sleep.

"Almost, duh congratulations, congratulations. It's your right, but you're the one who said you wouldn't touch me. It means you don't want what's on me either," Dila's inner self.

Nothing happened between them until the morning. A very ordinary night despite their status was a newlywed.

Next Morning.

"Dila, just sleep in my room starting tonight because usually Brother Ezra was in the room before morning," invited Mita enthusiastically.

"I can not Kak, tonight will come with Abang back to Jakarta. Next time, yes" wrote Dila in Mita's notebook because she rushed out of the room not to bring her two favorite objects.

"Loh, isn't Mom still sick? did you just start treatment? Is Ezra wrong?" Mita marveled.

"Mother was accompanied by Sister Velma. Brother said there was a sudden affair that he could not stay and had to be settled immediately. Also you can't come back here any time soon so I have to come along," Dila wrote at length explaining that Mita didn't get caught wrong.

"Uh, so sweet, honeymoon over there yes Dila, let overtime until the morning no one bothers," Mita chuckled.

"What's soft, brother? I don't understand your job, brother. Also do not have a job there, how can be overtime," continued Dila.

"Ish Dila, plain ... what? work? Brother told you to work? I'm going to Papa tau rasa," Mita was surprised by Dila's intentions.

"No, I want to .. rather than bengong will mending me what course is not shy later," said Dila again.

"Dila, don't lie to me, tell me the truth if Ezra hurt you or was rude to you. Her heart was soft but because it was twice let down, making her cover herself with all that coldness," Mita noticed the face of Ayu Dilara. There is a sense of unbearable in the recesses of Mita's heart to release the young girl away from her mother.

"Congratulate us, Brother Mita," Dila tried the sign language she could in front of Mita.

"Of course, I pray for you" Mita replied.

"Do you understand?"

"No, just feeling it because you touch your forehead and raise your fingers up and open your palms and form a fist with your thumb, it means you are asking God, right? pray" Mita wrote on her note.

"God, my sister Mita is great" Dilara clapped her hands to read Mita's writing.

"Because of Dila, who intrigued me to understand you more, the spirit yes my sister-in-law," continued Mita again.

The two spent time together until Dilara's departure to the hospital.

Dilara says all the turmoil to Ruhama about his move. There was no sadness on his mother's face. Only a shady look of eyes accompanied Dila even a thread of prayer slid smoothly from the middle-aged woman's mouth.

"God protect Dila there, keep your prayers. Approach the science council so that your heart remains peaceful, Mother prays for you always, Mother will be healthy again, go follow your husband Son," Ruhama said when he would let Dila go.

"Titip Dila," Mother told Ezra.

"We go, ma'am, in the Lord, if there is any time I will go home with Dila. There is Velma who will accompany Mother here until she is fully recovered," said Ezra when he wanted to get out of the room.

"Yes, it's okay, thanks."

Insanely crying, his heart ached to see Mother lying weak and he was not by her side. What is the power of Dila, her mind.

After Dilara's departure, Ruhama sobbed. His heart was claustrophobic, how he wanted the child to accompany him but what would be said, Ezra is more entitled to it now. He doesn't want to look weak in front of his only daughter.

"Dila, I miss you when you just left ... God how will my life go without Dilara by my side," Ruhama's cry cut open the heart of Velma who heard it.

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