SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 35. START SHAKING

Apparently, my heart is not that stuff.

"Dila," Ezra called his little wife.

I pretend not to listen. His heart began to beat irregularly. The shadow of last night's incident made him a little embarrassed to face Ezra.

"Miss," Rolex chased after Dilara who was about to reach the door.

The ayu girl whose face looked a little lethargic due to lack of sleep was holding back the step of seeing Rolex standing before her.

"Boss, call you," Rolex took out a note from his suit pocket, writing to Dila to read.

Young mistress El Qavi turned his body towards Ezra. Then he approached.

Ezra was writing something on a piece of paper. Instead of waiting so that silence out, making Rolex choose to dodge and leave the room for a moment.

He thought both of his employers needed space to talk about personal matters.

Dila was still standing when the right hand clad in the old ash suit stuck out gave her a piece of paper.

The navy hijab girl with white lace surrounded the side of her headscarf, receiving what Ezra gave her. She read the handwriting of her husband.

"Thank you, last night you took care of me. I'm just drunk because I'm not used to drinking khamr, and last night I cheated. Fever is the reaction my body gives. Next time, don't worry."

"When one day it happens again and Rolex asks you to do something for me, don't follow."

"Stay away from me, Dila. I don't want you to be forced or stuck because you remember, bound by obligations as a wife. I absolve you of all your due obligations."

"If you can. There is no need to appear before me to keep you safe. Sorry last night was rude and almost broke my promise."

Dilara huwaida, reading a long inscription written by her husband. A firm sentence in the final paragraph why hurt him a little.

The skinny hand grabbed the pen that Ezra thrust at him.

"Sorry sir, I was just surprised. Not feel forced let alone stuck because of obligation."

"Sir, don't you see me here? if so, I'll move with Mr.'s permission." Dila replied to Ezra's words.

"No, I did everything to keep you safe. I didn't know if something similar would happen again or not. It's better that way."

"Well, if that's what you want. Sorry if last night I was too presumptuous to be there and reject you," Dilara wrote a long sentence again.

This time for some reason it was so heavy while inking, a few weeks of being around the man and getting used to serving all his needs made Dila happy.

There is a place for him to be filial while returning the good favor. The figure of Ezra who sometimes indifferent, caring, indifferent even tend to be rude to him does not necessarily make Dila hate.

He felt more comfortable around her. Either he's stupid or too naive.

"My heart, hurts," Dila's mind.

While Dila wrote, Ezra silently looked at the face of ayu who looked tired.

"Sorry, my heart is not ready." Ezra spoke in his heart.

Dilara put the paper on the table, after finishing her sentence.

Blughs.

"It's money for your needs and this house. You set it up" said Ezra.

Dila was shocked at the noise that was being caused.

"Take it."

El Qavi's son-in-law was silent, not brave. He also got the pen back.

"I still have my own money, sir. And in the Lord God is enough to meet my needs, thank you. If for home problems, you should leave it to Auntie. He knows better than me."

The young mistress who was only on the paper, bowed her body before leaving Ezra.

The girl came out of Ezra's study with a sad face. He was down all the way to his room.

Rolex knew the young mistress had been able to hear back. He asked his men to find out to the hospital and get proof that their mistress bought two hearing aids with her personal money.

"Miss, may your heart be as big as the ocean. Mr. Ezra was actually a gentle person just that a severe trauma haunted his heart. Be firm for the sake of the Master, do not leave him," Rolex murmured, he was so wrong that only a small thing could he do in the meantime, guarding him from a distance without Ezra knowing.

"Have I fallen in love with her? why his rejection hurt. I'm really looking forward to how my husband's voice is."

"The voice I was craving, but at the same time incised the wound when I first heard it...."

Bi Inah heard the young Madam's prank. His heart also felt pain, although he did not know the real thing, but he could feel that the two began to be comfortable with each other's presence.

"Prophey to Dila. Ezra boy it just takes time to open my heart again." Bi inah can only saturate, rubbing slowly the door of his small employer's room.

*

After the events of that day, Dila was constantly improving herself. He intensely studied word pronunciation and worked on all script translation projects.

Dila was accepted to work as a freelance translator for a three-month trial period before becoming a young online translator staff at a company based in the USA but has a branch office in Jakarta called Intermedia Translation.

Starting this month, he routinely contacted his mother via Mahira's mobile phone although not every day, but Dila was happy.

*

Two months passed.

Ezra has been working from home for three days. He had hardly seen his little wife since that day. He wanted to ask Auntie if the girl was okay but was reluctant.

Daytime.

When Auntie was picking up something on the ground floor. Dila did not know that Ezra was home that afternoon.

He went to the kitchen to make his favorite apple syrup ice because he felt today was very hot even though his room was equipped with a fan.

While other residents, very tired due to streaming meetings with staff in Surabaya. Ezra went to the kitchen to ask Bi Inah to make coffee but unexpectedly actually saw the girl he was looking for.

Ezra was silent, standing behind Dila. His smile came out, without him noticing.

"Thank God you are healthy. I'm happy."

The sensitive girl realized that there was someone behind her. Dila turned her body suddenly.

"Ahh," cried Dila.

Fill the glass he was holding, spill over Ezra's shirt. His hands held him back so that the glass would not fall.

The handsome man was shocked as it coldly pierced through his skin.

Dila swiftly put the glass and grabbed the tissue to get wet and the stain of the drink did not leave marks on his master's shirt.

"No, Dila. Let me," cried Ezra holding Dila's fingers, he grasped them. Ducking held both tiny hands that slightly added to the strange sensation of touching her wet chest.

Young mistress El Qavi whose heart condition had been racing due to shock was made even hotter cold when Ezra's heavy hand grasped it.

Dilara raised her head to ask Ezra to release her hand.

C-ups.

One down, one down. Unexpectedly, the lips of the two met.

Ezra reflexes. He held Dila's nape, gently poking at the chewy object that was accidentally stuck.

Dila tensed. His body was stiff, his brain stopped working. He wanted to move, but he felt weak.

Sweet. Mine.

As much as Dila's energy pushed the sturdy body attached, then ran into his room leaving his favorite drink that he made, just like that.

Ezra, come back to realize his mistake.

"Dila, Dila .. sorry, Dila."

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