SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 94. SHADOW GEL
After being satisfied to taste various best seller menus at the cafe Indonesian cuisine one of the Mall, they returned home to the luxury residence of the merchant.
A few days later.
Dila really enjoyed the various menus processed by the CDP that he had met. Until unknowingly, Ruhama's daughter almost every day ordered a variety of snacks from the restaurant.
Although Ashraf Hamid's late wife looked calm in front of Dilara, many pairs of eyes were watching the girl's movements. Will not be spared from the supervision of the Madam.
Kesih gave a detailed report related to the guest of the Madam to Andre to be forwarded to their great boss.
The assistant also knocked on the door of his master's room, in a building owned by his wealthy husband. AH Corp's.
Geck. Geck.
"Mrs."
"Lock, Dre," replied the soft voice of the woman from inside the room. The face that was still very auspicious was raising its head when the personal assistant had been in front of him.
"Madam, Nona seems to love the cuisine of one of the restaurants they visited the other day" Andre reported on the new habits of the guest and was attracting the attention of his supervisor.
Asyraf Hamid heard the details of the middle-aged but still very handsome man before him.
"Find out what his name is, apply for a cooperation contract with him. If the child's appetite is good thanks to his cooking make him a special chef to meet the nutritional needs of Dilara and my granddaughter," said the big lady to Andre.
"All right, do it right away, ma'am."
Andre resigns from the workspace of wealthy widow Asyraf Hamid.
The Aspri, directly contacted the Chief Servant of the big boss residence.
Meanwhile.
Vega Gianina, removing reading glasses perched on the face of Java's dominant ayu. Softly rub on the forehead with a pseudo-white hair child, into an elegant loop and neatly arranged.
Gradually, clear circles slowly poked out from the corner of the eye with faint fine lines around the petals.
"North-of...."
"It's all like a mirror, reflecting back the shadow of the past. As if time slapped me until when turning my face, past events forced this neck upright to firmly support the head when the memory again raises the second by second that I tore first."
"I am foolish .. sorry Dilara, forgive me .. My promise before Ashraf's death, I will be his heir who will fight in the way of good, for my husband's life, my life, my life, my life, God forgive."
A few days ago, he asked the secretary, Andre, to find out something. Now everything he wanted was on the table.
The heralded reports that Andre had obtained success had Vega's eyes breaking. Charismatic man in his view is always doing the job neatly, detail is also slick. Somehow so, even the husband used to say, Andre's performance was getting better after Asyraf married him.
"Hopefully, you will forgive me, son, I will not hinder Ezra if he wants to approach you as long as he has good intentions ... Dila, from now on, I won't let anyone look down on you two."
"Also, one day I'll take you. Making a confession in front of him was also an apology. After that, if you hate me, I will accept as a consequence of my treatment."
Without feeling when Vega monologued, the clear lava had flowed making one wet line on the face that polished make-up.
Ting. Incoming message notification.
"Mrs, done. I ask Kesih, make an appointment with him later in the afternoon while offering a draft plan of cooperation. If he agrees, I'll come to him straight the next morning." Vega reads the message Andre sent to his phone.
"Well, thank you, Dre."
The elegant and charming woman put the flat object back on the table. He turned the oversize chair facing the window, opening the bone-white curtains so that the jumantara was clearly visible in the net.
Heavy breathing seems to still touch the heart that is filled with regret due to the naivety of youth. Until he almost missed lunch, if the secretary unfaithful reminded him that the dishes served immediately he guaranteed.
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The other hemisphere.
Ezra has just landed in Soetta after making sure that Arthur and his cousin have carried out the plan he wants.
There was a void when Mita found out what she was doing. Still remember clearly in Ezra's mind that according to Mita, this is not the way he should do. However, after explaining all the bad possibilities, he also understood. The situation is difficult for him now.
"Just Arthur my hope. May God, I am strong."
Lunglai body he ignored. He will banish himself for the sake of a struggle to wait for the time of encounter with his two hearts adoration.
"Good health, Za. Don't let Dila call you old when she meets him again. Also, if El hadn't called you grandpa," he always comforted himself as he made his way to the parking lot where Rolex was waiting.
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It seems that everyone connected to a woman with a disability named Dilara Huwaida is being hit by a wave of feelings. Whether it is anger, regret or even confusion.
His rival, Emery. I opened up a few pieces of paper that her secretary had just handed over.
About his request a few weeks ago to find out something that comes from the past, his biggest fear.
"What'sthis? not likely. How dare he." A pair of eyes behind an aging retina, looking dumbfounded.
"Where did he go? if it's true, why not be with him? with what identity did he run away from me? or is he really dead? as reported?" Akbar repeatedly turned back the paper containing the data he held.
"Arabella, why break the promise? I was cruel, but not to my flesh and blood" the man clasped the pen he had been playing with, breaking it in half, as an outlet of anger but can not be channeled because his wife has gone home can not ask because of the destruction of all this eternity.
A lot of curiosity was created over the files he read. But now he has to make sure of something. A person's status is still gray until he gets a valid clue later.
When the father struggled with his mind. Anastasya entered Akbar's study room just like that straight towards the work desk.
"Pa, what's wrong with Mama?" Anastasya grabbed a sheet from the table, while the man remained silent.
"Your mother reopened Papa's wounds, son."
"Mama said, Papa used to be a romantic person even though you two were betrothed by Pakualaman elders. Akbar Sanjaya Budiharso with Arabella Gendhis, until I was born, Anastasya Budiharso," recalls Ana. Her second daughter.
"Many stories between us before you were born also afterwards. But certainly, Papa dear to you," Akbar said while tidying all the files scattered on the table before the princess read it again.
"You guys?" anastasya asked confusedly.
"Yes, you guys. You have a sister, Ana," Akbar said.
"Don't joke, Pa."
"No, your sister was also a girl but she died just born."
"Why didn't Mom ever tell you?" cecar Ana's.
"Because...."
Silent.
Silent.
Pause length. Anastasya was getting impatient.
"Why, Pa?" he shouted at the father who was just silent, looking at him nanar.
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...Do you know the fight, to keep you by my side.this love will never chance but I just might go insane... 😌...