SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 63. START SHOWING OFF

"Rpa ... Sir.." scold someone.

Ezra turned to the source of the voice. "There problem? she's my wife" replied Ezra disliked being nosy.

"Public place, please go down to the second floor, check in the hotel first if you want to continue," the security reply that happened to pass.

"Ck, kosher anywhere," Ezra murmured, he pulled Dilara's fingers away from there. Still with the nagging he aimed for the Mall security.

"Bikin ma-l-u," Dilara bowed all the way.

"What's wrong anyway? it's just ki-ss. You ashamed, Dila? the same way as me?" Ezra started senewen.

"Ma-l-u ka-rena kepe-r-gok, not ja-l-an sama Abang," her great-grandson was still with a lowered face.

"You are legitimate, legitimate. .. ashamed." The handsome man was still adamant with his opinion but no longer ignored.

After the embarrassing action, they arrived on the third floor, turning left towards the cinema studio. Ezra observed the title of the movie they were about to watch. While Dilara is already queuing in the row of counters, one of the horror film titles is his choice.

"No, I can't. The doctor said it could trigger a contraction, "Ezra pulled Dila's arm out of line and went back into the queue of the Wa.lt Dis.ney cartoon.

"F-r-ozen? Brother sure?" tanya Dila smiled sweetly, but it seemed that Ezra did not care about the surrounding opinion.

"Surely, rather than later you move to sleep in my room because of fear, mending to see the cartoon. The animation is cool, try to read the reviews," said the tall man pulled Dilara's back to be in front of him, telling netizens comments in the review column.

"Yes good anyway. Moving to kama-r? no yes, I'm be-r-ani," dwarf Dila did not accept the accusation of a coward.

He was not aware, this moment Ezra used to re-engage with him. Ermita's brother's burly arms hugged the upper part of her female body. Leaning his chin on Dila's head allowed him to kiss the pregnant woman's cheeks as he pleased.

Criating.

Still in his position even though Dila continued to wriggle the sign he began to be uncomfortable. Ezra didn't bother him, choosing to keep taking phone calls.

"Yes Mit? again the same Dila .. yes the day after home," replied Ezra slowly. He followed the steps of the woman in his arms as the queue moved forward.

Sounds faint, the voice of Mita asking for a call turned into a video call. The brother also obeyed the wishes of his only puppet sister. The screen of the device in hand, Ezra pointed to face Dilara.

"Hi sister-in-law, very beautiful. Dating niye," said Mita with a face sumringah at the end there.

"Hi Sister Mita...."

"All right, honey," whispered Ezra, giving her cell phone to Dila's palm until she freely kissed the woman's cheek, slipping her head into the recess of the neck covered with hijab.

"Sister, pervert in public places. Dila, you want to, no shame?" ask Mita.

"It's hard to escape," said Dila.

"Papa make a thanks later, Mother has been invited to nginep at home starting tonight, you know. Being picked up Velma. You're going home tomorrow, right?" Mita.

Ezra's wife sumringah but she does not know yet, whether her husband will indeed invite her back to Surabaya even though he has obtained a referral letter for a flying permit in the middle of the third trimester pregnant condition.

Dilara turned to ask for approval but her lips accidentally stuck to Ezra's cheek.

"Eh."

"Bless you dear" he replied, kissing his wife back on the cheek.

"Hey, it's me!" mita protests.

"Yes home, brisik. Bye, Assalamu'alaikum." Ezra shuts down the unilateral call. And pushed his wife's body forward as they had reached the front of the ticket booth.

Two cartoon movie tickets have been in the cantongi Putri Ruhama. He then headed to the drink stand as well as the snack, leaving Ezra as he normally would.

"You need cold coffee, that is," point Dila at the glass display case while taking out her wallet to pay for the drinks she ordered.

"Just save your money."

All day the man was sticking tight to her. No exception when the film takes place, Dilara does not enjoy the storyline properly. There was just Ezra's behavior that bothered him, ranging from twisting the tip of the hijab until the shoulder was exposed and he bit him or tried to unbutton the wrist, the reason is just to want to see the gift bracelet after they kabul first.

Two hours passed by Emery's son-in-law just like that, without an impression. He began to be tired, tired, to walk as he liked down to the second floor. Leaving a handsome man who attracted the attention of many women, except him.

Dila ignored the call from behind her body. Until a model was displayed in one of the shops, attracting the attention of a beautiful woman with a dark brown pashmina.

Not many words, the woman with a distended stomach entered the store and asked for a size M for a similar motif but different colors.

He thrust his gold debit card when the hand is stocky, pulling back before the cashier receives a helping hand from their customer.

"Wear this, Dila." The man pulled his platinum card from the red wallet Dilara was holding. Then hand it over to the cashier.

"I'd like to see the latest series, would you?"

"By, Mister. Please wait on the sofa" said a woman inviting them to stay longer at her shop.

Some series, Ezra chose for Dila but his wife was seen as less like until he finally abandoned his intentions.

"Find the others, yuk." Take Ezra out of the store.

The established man also matures with age, beginning to understand the taste of the wife. Dila's game used plain average without motive. Even those who have just been paid, the variation is only from the built-in material, not many cutting models let alone vibrant motives.

Without feeling it, time passed so quickly.

The clock on Dilara's wrist pointed to Ashar's timing, as the round eyes unintentionally looked over from the exposed end of the arm. The pregnant woman with the fingers in Ezra's grasp began to look tired.

"Pu-l-r. Cape," complained Dila, his path slowed down. Withstand the check firmly.

"Would you eat first?"

"No, pu-l-ang."

"Wait at the entrance yes, I'll get the car. Don't go anywhere" he asked as he headed for the exit. Netra elangnya saw the security of the woman who was guarding there. He pulled Dila closer to the security guard table and left the beautiful wife to him while he took their vehicle.

"Please, Sir. Mother with me, safe," said security when Ezra asked her to look after a pregnant woman.

"I'm sorry Mba, she's better" Ruhama's adopted daughter said after Ezra's departure.

"Honey means yes, ma'am." A small chat took place between them until the sports car was present in front of the young Madam.

Not long after, they also left the Mall back home to the residence.

Along the way, no chatter accompanied. Being busy with his work, he seems to be doing something.

When she got home, the woman was silent. Keep stepping in leaving her husband alone with all the groceries.

"Darling, cape huh? rest up." Ezra chased him to the front of the back room.

"Be-l-um najai, a lot of juz debt to make adek."

Deghs.

He thought his little wife was angry, because since leaving the Mall just silent. It turned out that the guilt had not touched his mushaf in a long time.

"I'm sorry, the road is over. I won't bother you anymore." He rubbed the abege girl's head in front of him, then stepped towards the laundry room. Putting all the paperbags in there for Bi Inah to wash all the new clothes that Ezra bought, first.

"Syuk-r-on," Dila said before she entered the room, as she saw Ezra returning from behind.

"Afwan, dear. Later Maghrib prayers jama'ah ya Dila," he asked, but still able to catch a faint nod from the corner of his eye.

As the young architect's long legs climbed up the stairs, his hand grabbed the device from the front left pants pocket, contacting one of the office secretaries.

"Hello, Angel, please send a catalog of famous brand gamis as well as some style of syar'i party dress to my email."

"Bismillah, prepare yourself, dear."

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