SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 97. ON THE EDGE OF LONGING
Dilara did not feel at home for a long time in an event even though it was just the inauguration of a place that would be a repository of knowledge for many children with special needs.
All the fake looks caught by the eyes. Only Shan, who became an oasis himself in the middle of the hustle and bustle of business people.
"Right Brother said, this ring saved me," muttered Dila. Some middle-aged men attempt to attract his attention, though Kesih strictly forbids them from approaching.
But after Dila put her hand on the table or pretended to justify the hijab by showing the ring in the fingers, they retreated slowly.
Dilara did not take off the jewelry when she left the house. Ezra's message not to give up all his gifts, he granted them included a couple ring of their first late anniversary gift. Also a diamond-eyed ring, which Ezra bought on their first date, was very sweetly combined with a single strand of bracelet, first adorning the yellow-skinned wrists.
Ezra's little wife looked at the jewel of her husband with happiness, there was warmth slipping into the recesses of the soul because every object in her hand had its own story.
"Taught contract up to two years, while sharing knowledge with teachers who will come gradually from Indonesia. Huft ... it seems that this patience will be long passed," Dila read a draft arrangement of cooperation between Ashraf hamid and Zayn.
By midnight, the car of a wealthy merchant had just returned.
Asyraf Hamid has even set up a therapist for Shan as well as himself so that tonight they can rest soundly after a full day of outside events.
"I admit, you're very kind to me. However, I had absolutely no access to contact anyone in Indonesia including Rengganis. What's with the phone number?" moo Dila at once astonished. He can easily contact Winda but it is difficult to reach his best friend.
Day by day, the week of changing months is not felt now entering the beginning of the sixth month both are in the middle east.
He is getting busy with his activities. If during the day he teaches, then the woman often works on the manuscript of the book he will translate.
"My savings are enough, to rent a house. But considering this country isn't as friendly to single fighters as I am, maybe living here is the right choice." The late princess Ruhama jeli calculated all the costs and weighed many things that night.
"Tomorrow, we'll fly to Australia Shan, you're ready right? accompany Mother for six months there so when you come back here, your age is one year. Lebaran later, we go back to Surabaya yuk."
Shan's biological mother, grabbed the device in bed. He now dares to put a photo of Ezra on his phone, rubbing wallpaper with a picture of a man he still loves very much.
"Abang, half a year already ... I miss...."
The woman whose appearance is getting a little averse, also looks assertiveness in her eyes throwing a glance towards the window that is not covered in curtains. Dilara got up, opened the balcony door of the room.
A little star that shimmered in the air tonight. The night sky seemed quiet, only the moon half accompanied him to let go of his gaze up there.
"Oh God...."
"A-i .. miss...."
Hixes.
"Rin-du.." he said stammeredly accompanied by a soft sobbing.
"One year of marriage just passed and now must be separated. Willa said, Brother also looks thin .. please, don't make my heart more guilty...."
"O my Lord, take care of him, the father of my son from all kinds of calamities. Aamiin...."
Thought this heart was firm, but in the end the gaping wounds that were not perfectly closed were always open, again and again.
Hixes.
Dila crying. Stunned until his shoulder trembled, this was what it felt like to lose. He no longer ignored the sound of crying and echoing, hoping that someone there who he missed felt the same.
...***...
Another place, the same night.
It was early morning, but the eagle eyelids belonging to the eldest son Emery reluctant to close.
All the activities of the wife, often he get a routine from a loyal person accompanying him there. Tomorrow, the mistress will fly to Australia.
He tried to contact Asyraf Hamid in various ways so as not to sniff crazy men. Almost desperate, but hope came back one night.
"Darling, we'll see you for a moment. I hope everything you want to know about me is answered later. Andre told me everything .. I can't wait," Ezra murmured, closing his eyes.
There is a quiver that ripples into the heart. This miss has long been endured. All photos of their activities become a power booster every day even though he was worried that his trusted people were always in danger.
Asyraf Hamid, unforgiving in sanctioning intruders. If Ezra's spy is found out, Dila could be threatened.
...***...
Next morning.
The young master went berserk in the morning blind at his assistants.
His head suddenly hurt, his ears again buzzing violently. Wounds from an accident that caused her to lose her hearing were also her younger brother who had to spend two years of his life in a wheelchair. Feel the pain of various therapies in order to be able to walk again.
He had to fly to the USA for one important affair. Indeed, today is the intention to welcome young women with one child. Take a tour of his Museum building which contains science as well as a variety of advanced medical tools if there are children with special needs who need serious treatment, such as, at the newly inaugurated hospital along with the training center building the other day.
"Can't you guys do the work? I just got off to get closer to the girl, fuckk!" the amuknya to the aspri.
"Sorry, young master. This time Miss Alyssa will also be doing therapy for longer than usual. Let's just rule out matters of the heart first" said the assistant.
"You! how dare to rule me!"
"If you are willing to lose 30% of your assets. Then please ignore my opinion, Young Master."
The assistant in a perlente suit then left the young CEO alone in a super-luxury room of a Mansion on Sharjah's waterfront.
*
If the two men who are adrift in the middle of the land are riled. Different from Dilara.
This morning the woman who began to enter the early twenty years was steadfast steps into the airport waiting room.
"Shan, don't be fussy, son. It's one of our struggles to get close to Dad. Strengthen Mother yes Son," Dila kissed the cheeks of her six-month-old son, a dense padlock like a tomato.
"She looks so much like Brother, at least Shan the healer misses me as well as the determination booster that I can," steadfastly Dila made a promise to herself.
If someday, in the end destiny is impartial. I'm sincere, trying to shower Shan with affection and not keep him away from you. At least, what I'm doing is going to make Shan proud to have a mother like me, that she was born from the womb of a woman who had a deficiency. My son will hold his head up, without shame to look at the world.
"Shan, Mother and Father's source of strength...."
"Bye Sharjah, see you in six months...."
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...أَصْدَقُ الـحُزْنِ ، اِبْتِسَامَةٌ فِي عُيُوْنٍ دَامِعَةٍ...
...The most honest sorrow is the smile on the eyes that shed tears....