SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 95. AL ZAYN

"Why, Pa?" he shouted at the father who was just silent, looking at him nanar.

"Because of the birth of your sister was not wanted by her. Ana, you're all that's left. My only daughter" explained Akbar.

"Related, Pa? just me?"

"Yes." Yeah." Akbar Sanjaya, hugging his daughter's body, the source of what he has now. Thanks to the birth of this child, he inherited the treasures of both of their parents.

In the heart of the young woman of Pakualaman descent, who was in the arms of the father. I doubt this man's statement. But Ana recalls that despite other heirs. Everything he had now would not switch power for someone who would probably emerge from the past. If you look at a glance at the sheet of paper that he had read.

...***...

Three months passed.

The creation of a new routine of a descendant of a Turkish noble family, El Qavi of the Samanid dynasty who had succeeded in his time in expanding Turkish power in the past.

Every day, before going to bed he often reread the writings of women worship or write in the journal owned by Dilara. Also, he will not miss the various messages sent by someone where his wife and child are.

"Master. Today's report, Shan's immunization is however not fussy because Miss is very perceptive to look after your son despite Kesih."

"Sir, Miss has been seen more contained in her third month in this country. His busyness is not so clear because he is very very comfortable in the room only alone with Shan."

Emery's eldest son reread the message earlier this afternoon.

"Sorry sir, it's too late to report the latest incident. Today's story is all according to Kesih, because I was limited to being around him. Also not allowed to carry a cell phone as usual, so I'll let you know if you go into the room."

"Miss this afternoon looks moody. Her eyes were puffy at dinner, Kesih said, Miss just misses someone. Shan also looks fussy at night but has regained his composure after being picked up by Mrs Asyraf Hamid."

"Why, Honey? miss me, huh? don't get sick, Dila ... He's banning Papa if I'm rash again. Wait for the wicked man to let your guard down, I will meet you, "his heart aches. For those who do not understand the situation may judge themselves sluggish.

Victims fall if Ezra sets foot to get close to his wife. Rolex began to be scuttered by thugs until serious injuries, Sonny and Bi Inah, who almost died from gas leaks in their apartment.

"I thought your grudge was only limited to me and Papa, but it turns out that you used all the resources I had, to prevent Dila from returning...."

"What feelings of waste do you have? Abdeen?"

Huft.

Dilara's husband continued the last two messages he had not read.

His lips covered a line of smiles, solace today, an increasingly claustrophobic antidote to longing.

"You're still my wife's legal right in the eyes of Dila's law, your lawsuit I can break. Shan, take care of Mommy. It's been a big one, three months have passed."

The photo he just got, though candidly but clearly visible. His wife is increasingly ayu in an all-black robe that he wears almost every day, according to a secret agent. The face of the only son of the wayang increasingly firmly resembles himself, Ezra proud.

"Your first photo, after three months of waiting ... Arthur, thanks a lot. Thanks to your efforts, my people are safe to enter so close to my wife and son."

By midnight, before going to bed Ezra now always took the time to follow all the schedules in his wife's journal. Witir and teach before going to bed.

There is wisdom in every event, the good habits of Dilara that no one ever knows. Finally transmitted to the husband also Bi Inah, they are getting closer to the Creator.

...***...

Sharjahs. UAE.

This morning, Lady Ashraf Hamid asked the chef at his house to make a banquet dish as there would be honorary guests visiting their secret residence.

"He's a mix, so make it a sweet yet varied dish. Two people because he was present with the princess too" Vega pinta told three cooks, including Dilara's specialty chef.

Mba Mun was also busy arranging the table for the dinner later.

"Mun, Dila's dress already? remember, don't be tight. Must be loose and include the niqab. I don't want his face to look like another man. Even if he didn't ask her to come to the banquet, he had to stay tidy."

"Well, the dress is also outfitted for both of them ready for the afternoon, Madam." The butler of the merchant's luxurious residence reported the latest preparations.

The afternoon changed night.

Dilara is confused when Kesih and Marini help her to change clothes because there will be guests of honor.

"Mba, I'm not out. With Mr. Andre alone, I rarely saw face. Present time anyway?" Dila felt disinterested in this event.

"No Non. Change clothes even if you stay in the room. Even if Miss comes out, there will be a veil on the doorstep of this room. If the Madam insists on saluting, ", Kesih explained.

Two hours passed so quickly. Shan was already sound on a king size bed that was comfortable when the door of his room was knocked on someone.

Geck. Geck.

"The Mba."

Sorrow into the room and then tell me one thing.

"Miss, guests will be back home. All residents were asked to say goodbye to him. Please go out and stand in front of the room door," take Kesih.

Dilara got up from a sitting position on the edge of the bed, after making sure Shan was safe, she put on her niqab and stepped out of the room.

It was true that the assistant said that there was a veil in front of the door of the room he inhabited.

It seemed to be a lively talk from the family room before they realized Dilara was standing behind the veil.

Because of being the center of attention, the one-child woman also bent her body as a sign of respect.

Not in the dark, the male guest actually rose from his comfortable seat on the sofa while pushing a wheelchair occupied by a girl, smiling at him as they approached.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalaam" replied Dila Iirih.

"I've never seen a young woman here, has there been a relationship with Mrs Asyraf?" ask a masculine voice in front of him.

"Only guests," replied Dila still lowered her head.

"Lift your head, Miss." The handsome young man, instructed something for Dilara. However, this woman was silent.

"His name is Dilara, the guest and trainer of the foundation I was telling you about. He's staying here a while, Mr. Al Zayn." Vega approached her two guests, worried about Dila's condition.

"Mistress Asyraf Hamid, not a friendly person I think if it comes to new things. He's special if you pull him into this secret dwelling. Rightly so?" cecar the son of the Manaf nobleman.

Asyraf Hamid only smiled faintly. "Well, she's my daughter."

"Hmm, if so. May I get to know your daughter more closely, Madam? maybe it would be suitable to be a friend to my sister, or maybe Alyssa's sister-in-law."

"Hallo, I'm Alyssa," said the young girl sitting in a wheelchair, kindly smiling at Dila.

Dilara just cupped her hands together in front of her chest for the greeting of the special guest's introduction.

"Hmm, he can't be had by anyone right now, sir," Vega said.

"Sadly, take Dila back to rest." Tell the master to aspri Dilara.

"Alright, I take this as a subtle expulsion. You owe me a lot of explanation, Vega Gianina," he chuckled along with his sister.

"Good Night, Miss Dilara. See you soon."

Dilara again saluted the three before she turned her body inside the room.

The guests finally returned to their original place, until shortly thereafter both resigned.

In the room.

"Mba, who are they?" ask Dila.

"Still descendants of nobles. Of the princely breed, but not the one in office at the moment, Miss. Not married, reportedly he has just arrived from England and plans to cooperate with the big lady for a charity project if not misheard earlier," explained Kesih at length.

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