SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 58. PEDECTATES

"sorry. I'm sorry," Ezra still hugged tightly. He kissed Dilara's left cheek as she sobbed. Long in this position, he realized, the woman in his arms was holding back hunger.

"Hungry? I'll eat yes" whispered the man with wet hair began to seek attention.

Dilara touched the two hands that were twisted to release him for a moment because he had to turn off the microwave as well as a teapot of hot water that had rang loudly the sign of boiling water.

"Let me, sit down" asked the man who was still wearing a cocoa shirt and a sarong.

Ezra held back the body he was holding onto while erasing the trail of molten clear lava that fell from the corner of the eye. Decompose his embrace and then reach for the trembling fingers. Grasping and carrying the owner of the body sat on the dining chair he had just pulled with his left hand.

The old maroon hijab-wearing woman just kept quiet, looking at everything the man was doing inside the pantry. Before long, everything that Dila prepared earlier, was taken by Ezra to the dining table where he waited.

"I'm a bribe yes, but it's still hot" he said splitting the dimsum into two parts before handing it to Dila.

"It's not. I don't want to eat that way." Dila was weaving her lips to see Ezra spoiling the hard-earned food she was warming.

"Eh, wrong?" sahut Ezra when he saw the writing that his wife thrust.

Instead of apologizing for ruining the mood of pregnant women in the morning blind, he smiled to see Dilara sulking. Ezra shifted her seat to the woman's side with her stomach bulging, persuading her to keep eating the dimsum she had already split in half.

"It still feels the same even though it looks different." Ezra's turn to write after his left hand picked up the paper from the table.

Dila was just silent, disappointed, her mood was down. He was about to get up when Ezra's left hand restrained his shoulder.

"Diem, here I feed. Who knows if it tastes different, it's even better." Ezra wrote a reply on another paper.

The starving woman in the early morning suddenly loses her appetite due to Ezra's mistake, she insists on leaving the man alone.

Her husband's sturdy left hand, pulled up her arm and grabbed Dila's waist until she sat on Ezra's lap. The young mistress was surprised, she tried to revolt.

Deghs.

Instantly, Emery's eldest son was stunned when the right arm that was hugging Dilara's body felt a subtle movement.

Wanting to wipe the stomach behind the long hijab but he realized, could not rush to persuade Dilara.

"OK, sorry. I warmed up the new one. Please diem here with me. Let me fix it, our son is hungry." He tried to write even with the rejection of Dila's attitude to him.

Ruhama's adopted daughter finally collapsed, after reading the writing from her husband. Dilara nodded slowly until a line of smiles appeared on Ezra's face.

"Gemes, wait, baby." The handsome man wrote no more, only whispering in his wife's ear. The language of love need not be written, Ezra thought. The proof was Dila was silent and lowered her head in embarrassment.

This young woman woke up from the lap of her husband. Letting a good-looking, fragrant man re-warm a new dimsum for him.

"Tahrim, I take a shower first. Soon it'll be dawn, I'll eat his mums at dawn." Dilara writes on the paper and then knocks on the table using the tip of the spoon to let Ezra see it. He then got up pushing the chair back so that more space moved as he was about to move away from it.

Ezra looked at the note meant by his wife. Hurriedly stepped in to reach Dilara's shoulder before exiting the pantry and staring fixedly at the girl's dark brown iris eyes.

"Do you want to pray with me?"

The request of the crown prince El Qavi was taken faintly by Dila before he went to the room and prepared for dawn prayers.

When the dawn adhan reverberates.

Aunty had just left the room when she saw Ezra arranging food on the table. He approached his foster son.

"Two nights" answered Ezra briefly.

"Who is this for? usually Non Dila likes to eat in the middle of the night, this ko is ready. Where's she?" insist Aunt suspected her male employer had messed something up.

"Tuh" said Ezra when he saw Dila carrying a prayer mat.

"Sholat Bi, would you like to join the congregation? buruan yes," he said again, he went to the toilet in the guest room.

"Yes, come with Den, wait." He rushed to the bathroom.

Five minutes later, she joined a female employer who had held two prayer mats in the living room.

"Lex, dawn." Ezra awakens the aspri when he will come out of the guest room after ablution.

"Hmm, hold on boss." His heavy voice faintly echoed the Boss.

Ten minutes passed.

Ba'da prayed at dawn, no conversation was going on between them. Ezra was busy with dhikr, Dila lirih was making merajah while Bi Inah left both of them there.

"Well, it looks good. Harmonious, hopefully so on," muttered the middle-aged woman as she went back inside her room storing the worship equipment and then prepared for the pantry to make breakfast.

From the tail of the eye, Ezra realized that Dila was waiting for him. He raised both hands, saying a long prayer. Whether his little wife heard it or not, the man didn't care. All he wanted was the harmony of his household.

The young mistress still looked confused to take a stance on the change in man's behavior in front of her.

He tried to digest, although his brain and heart seemed to invite to deny what he saw.

Although still half-heartedly accepting the gentle behavior of the husband, Dilara tried to fulfill her lightest obligations. It starts with asking the husband for salim after the prayer.

Ezra did not expect, Dilara's response would be like this. Her left fingers then stroked Dilara's head as she salimed, also peeling the girl's forehead.

"Alhamdulillah ... after breakfast, may I not ask for a moment to talk to you at work?" pinta Ezra held Dila's knee while getting up from her seat.

The two beads of round eyes were staring at the owner of the black iris before him. Dila nodded slowly.

The late architect realized that sympathy was slowly turning into caring and affectionate, helping his wife get up by extending her hands.

Dila understood, her husband was trying to get closer to her. The sweet girl also received the helping hand until she got up more easily.

Emery's descendant grabbed Dilara's chin. "Be careful, his dimsum is in the eating yes. Want me to go with you?"

The young lady who was at the intersection of feelings, only blinked her eyes a few times before she faintly shook her head.

"Yes, I went to the room first." Although disappointed, Ezra was a little relieved. The shadow of extreme rejection from Dilara did not get this morning, the first day when the two met after a full moon.

"Today, we're gonna spend a lot of time together...." He said as he climbed the row of stairs to the second floor. The plan that he had laid out last night hopefully slowly can melt the atmosphere.

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