SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 60. ATTENTIVENESS

"May I call you, brother?" dilara said in her heart.

Along the way to the basement, although there was no conversation between the two of them, Ezra did not let go of his grasp.

Basements.

The married man with a neat appearance pressed the remote of his car. Still with fingers interlocked, Ezra takes Dilara to the place where his sports car is located.

Biips. Biips. Vehicle lock sound open.

"Come in" Ezra opened the left door of the wheel. He also helped to hold Dila's waist down as she was about to enter and sit inside.

"Sleek like this, when again pregnant. His body can hide, yes it turns out," he said in his heart as the right palm was embracing his wife's waist.

"It's comfortable yet?" ask Dila's husband while squatting tidying up his female robe so as not to be squeezed. Ezra then grabbed the seat belt, setting it so as not to hurt Dilara's contents.

Asked, just nodding slowly, Dila clumsily had to answer as the scented body grabbed the seat belt, a few inches from the face. The husband also often looked at him sharply, making the heartbeat more uncontrollable.

Feeling all safe, Ezra closed the left door, then circled his car and got behind the wheel.

"Bismillah." Ezra pulls the hand brake lever, props his Porsche Baxter silver plan, out the basement.

"Subhanalladzi sakhorolana.." lirih dilara almost inaudible.

Just got out of the basement, jammed in the way of their first trip. Ezra snorted in annoyance.

"Patience, we will arrive later. Sign up to whose doctor? the doctor I used to check up monthly or not?" Dilara writes in her notebook, trying to neutralize the awkward atmosphere that makes her uncomfortable.

"The doctor is you, honey. I'd like to hear from him our baby's development from the beginning because I can't help you right." It was written under the words Dila.

"Oh, yes kheir, there's still an hour before the doctor comes. Hope it doesn't stop long." Reply to Emery's son-in-law in the opposite paper.

"Aamiin," said Ezra, writing no more.

Due to the faltering journey that had wasted their time of over ten minutes, Ezra felt thirsty. His fingers opened the dashboard in front of Dilara. Take a bottle of mineral water out of there.

"Fortunately Rolex never forgets to keep water there. Honey, want a drink?" asked Dila's husband, seeing his wife was silent earlier.

"Now" Ezra's right hand unsealed, twisted the lid and thrust at the woman on the left.

Dila received the mineral water. He was thirsty, forgot to bring a bottle of drink even though Bi Inah had prepared on the dining table. She was in a hurry because she did not want her husband to feel that his employer was waiting for a long time.

Like finding an oasis in a barren desert. The dry esophagus, now wet, flowed cold water from the handsome man. After almost half of Dila took a sip, the bottle was returned he handed to Ezra.

"When you go home, buy again. You do need to drink a lot" he said when he saw the rest of the water in the bottle.

Dilara lowered her head, feeling ashamed to have spent the contents.

Ezra caressed his wife's head dearly. Grabbing the cheek to look at him. "No, I don't mean that. It's okay, Dila. It's good that you like to drink."

Dila nodded faintly at her husband's words. And not coming to his mind, Ezra gulped down the remaining water he had just thrust.

"Eh, my ex," muttered Dilara unintentionally speaking in shock at Ezra's attitude.

"Strong? if it's not from the wife, honey. His name is shared, sunnah, many rewards, really not?"

"True sunnah .. also relates to the su'ru man is holy, either male or female. In the history of Muslims. Sayyidah Aisha said: I drank in a state of menstruation and then I offered my drink to the Prophet. He put his mouth on my mouth."

"Also in Adabul mufrod it is mentioned that Sayyidah Aisyah used to eat a kind of porridge (his) with Rosulullah."

"But I didn't put my mouth on the end of the bottle." Write Dila back.

"Why?" sahut Ezra when he finished reading all the explanations of Dilara.

"Secondly, if the drink is direct and the mouth touches the tip of the bottle. When the breath is blown or the rest of the saliva is attached, it can cause disgust and discomfort for others who will drink it."

"Three, usually the person who swallows water directly from the mouth of the bottle will spill the liquid that will cause the clothes to get wet. Rosulullah also once forbade sipping water directly from the mouth of his bottle, according to Abu Hurairah."

"So can't ya?"

"This opinion, if anyone else would drink from the same bottle, sir. But if only yourself drink it, be careful." After writing long, his fingers began to stiff and achy holding the pen for a long time.

"Good darling, the explanation. I just found out, everything Rosulullah did was good." Ezra picked up the pen on Dila's finger and wrote a reply to his wife.

Dilara smiled faintly, reading Ezra's reply on his note. He then rested his head on the end of the seat against the window.

"Congratulations? it's the same with me, Dila." The man who was asked by his wife to patiently face traffic jams began to worry. He pulled Dilara's head to stick and leaned against her left shoulder.

"Make yourself comfortable, this severe traffic jam" he said as he kissed the wife's forehead, who slowly complied with her request.

The journey from Apart to the hospital should have taken only twenty minutes, now they had spent almost an hour.

Hospitals.

Almost they came late when the name Dilara huwaida called a nun, when the two had just sat in front of a poly Obgyn.

After being in the room. Ezra talked a lot, asking everything he wanted to know directly from the doctor as well as asking for a referral for his wife because she would return to Surabaya by plane.

"All conditions are good, even though the baby's position is tilted. Hopefully it can still revolve considering this has only entered the third trimester," said the doctor explained when performed ultrasound.

"Danger is not Doc? it's urgent to the other vital organs?" ask Ezra worriedly.

"Bu Dila, like to feel claustrophobic no? because sometimes if he squirms, it's a little uncomfortable to breathe." The doctor's question, dibuguki Dila.

"If it's night, I sometimes sleep in a sitting position, Doctor. Because of tightness in the left chest, also frequent cramping next door, is it possible that he is looking for a way to position his head down?" tanya Dilara gave the doctor a letter.

"Oblique breech. The breech is the position of the baby with the buttocks below, while the oblique is the position of the fetus in the uterus in a tilted or transverse state. My hope, can return to normal, the position of the baby at the door of the womb of the mother later ahead of birth," concluded the doctor.

Ezra stunned. During this time Dila often sleeps in a sitting position? because baby.

"Final options, Doc?" ezra started to worry.

"S. C. Sir, but there are many normal birth stories despite such conditions. Just pray," the doctor kept giving me hope.

Dilara smiles. Nodding the doctor's advice for him if there is tightness or cramping.

Ezra got a lot of knowledge as well as information that he did not get about his wife's pregnancy so far. After the two of them came out of the doctor's room, the man unceasingly kissed Dilara's palm.

"Dear, thank you very much. Thank you so much, I'm sorry, just found out about this."

Dilara heard all the confessions of the man who had entered the recesses of her heart. His cheeks immediately blushed get sweet treatment from their future baby father.

"Now to poly ENT yes," invited Ezra to squeeze the arm of her beautiful pregnant mother.

Deghs.

"Known donk, I can hear."

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...Su'ru single-form ⁇ ∈ Qatari means: the rest of something, while according to the term: the remaining traces of drinking water left in the container. Su'ru many kinds, some are unclean and not. But su'ru is human, not unclean....