SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 99. MAKE A DEAL

"Dila .. please, honey say something, how could you do this to me?" Ezra tried to persuade. He began to lose his words.

"How's? you're asking me how?" Dila began to stir up emotions.

Emery's eldest son restrained himself, aware that he had mistakenly spoken. He took a deep breath and calmed himself first.

Huft.

"sorry. Can I, uh, take Shan to play?" the well-built man tried to divert the atmosphere, looking for a bully of rigidity with other topics. Maybe as the sun rolls around, his wife's hot heart will soon subside following the weather, who knows, Ezra thought.

"Yes, I can."

When Ezra was about to get up, he was still holding Shan.

"A-Abang, sorry about the name i-it, s-han.." said Dila terbata, aware that he had taken a unilateral decision at that time.

"I learned to use both ears well to hear everything you want to say, Honey .. later, after I play with my son."

Ezra glanced one eye as they sat. Rewarded with flirtatious treatment, Dila immediately looked down embarrassed.

"Shan, your mother is still adorable if embarrassed like this," he said as he rose.

Ermita's eldest brother led his son to the shore, lowering a pair of lemper-like legs to the sea.

The baby in Ezra's sling wriggled in the cold, his funny face successfully made the father laugh.

Both are cool to do various activities on the beach, Shan seems comfortable and reluctant to stay away from Ezra. Even when the sea water hit the two who were still sitting on the beach, making sand castles, they did not budge.

"Darling, bring a change of clothes for Shan, right?" yelled Ezra from his place.

"Yes. But Brother does not," reply Dila no less loud.

Ezra paid no heed to his wife's words from a distance. He was cool with Shan playing water until his clothes were both wet.

The late princess Ruhama was amazed. It turned out that her husband could be as gentle as it was treating his son.

"Looks stiff, but it turns out he's quite supple. Brother, don't worry me," said Dila. Gradually he also enjoyed the atmosphere of the morning towards that afternoon.

"Yuk, it's getting hot. Shan was already a bit shivering," Dilara approached the two who were still joking.

Although the six-month-old baby was unable to speak, Ezra seemed to understand the language of the heart Shan spoke for him, making their eldest son excited as if he had just found an interpreter other than his mother.

"Come on, Moms. Play with us, "Ezra intends to pull Dila's arm, but the woman manages to dodge.

"I don't bring a change of clothes, nor are we mahram," Dila said as she moved away.

Deghs.

"Not mahram? is Dila done with iddah?"

Ezra looked at the loss of the young woman of longing. Dila continued to step towards one of the souvenir outlets near the pier. I don't know what he bought.

The waves that continued to hit the body of the father and son, no longer as cool as Ezra felt. His brain had been contaminated with a sentence that his sense of hearing had just caught.

"Let's go, we'll play the water. Shan's cold." Ezra lifted his son from his lap, then carried him while kissing the owner of the tomato cheek.

The man who hoped to still be Dilara's husband returned to their mats and tents. Waiting for Shan's mother who was walking to where they were.

"Already rinse? if not, let me. Brother change, with this," Dila handed a change of clothes stel to her husband.

"Forku?"

"Yes, are you wearing a change of clothes or not? if not, will you keep using it? it could hurt later. Change it there," said Dila, pointing to the toilet.

"Because Brother...."

"What?" ezra.

"Father Shan. Also my ex-husband" great-grandson Dila.

"No ex, you're still my wife. We're getting married again, honey. Fix everything. I've paid the kafarah .. hmm, change clothes first and then we talk" said Ezra later. His hand stretched out asking for a pair of clothes that Dila bought for him.

While the princess Ruhama and Shan headed for the open flushing spot not far from her tent. Ezra ran to the toilet near the dock.

Not wanting to spend any special time with the two figures, Emery's son rushed back just as Dila was wiping water from their fat baby body.

"Baby, say Hi ... Shan, change clothes. Excited to play with Dad?" Ezra had the opportunity to capture their moment with his cellphone camera.

The handsome baby spoke, blabbering with a language only understood by him and Ezra. Because the two men descended from the Qavi breed were chuckling whether they were talking about what.

"Honey, can't you, learn to wear Shan's shirt? but, you continue to take yes," he asked doubtfully.

"Hmm, can. Put the phone down, pause first," replied Dila while shifting her sitting position.

The young mother instructed Ezra to apply several stages of skincare to her baby. The hot daddy, listen carefully and follow Dilara's directions until all is done.

"My son, the look. What's this done? eat huh? or milk?" Ezra again asked the baby to talk.

"I don't use formula milk for Shan. Exclusive Asi and homemade Mp-asi. I think Shan drowsiness ... Here son, same Mother yuk," Mother Shareef Shan grabbed her son in Ezra's arms.

"I'm just a fat one while holding an Asi bottle, can't I?" Ezra refuses to let go of his son.

"Would you love him Asi directly? if you can, I can. Because I'm not pumping," ketus Dila broke Ezra's argument.

"Eh, Ok, Shan's thirsty? same Mother first yes," Ezra handed slowly his son's body to Dila fat.

"Not to see," forbid Dila as Ezra approached.

"Yes, honey, yes. Still a bad one, anyway? when to soften Dila? we need to talk a lot."

"Just talk, I'm listening." Dilara started breastfeeding Shan. He felt a tight pull from his son's mouth on his chest, a sign he was thirsty.

"We start with my words. I, apologize for the shallowness of my science to have caused all this. You, you done iddah, honey?"

"Yes, a week ago. I was forced to leave the house, not taking good care of my iddah, because of the demands of life. You know who Ashraf Hamid is?" lang Dila, slowly while nursing Shan. They're sitting right now.

"I knew. My existence here thanks to his permission even though only two days, tomorrow we go to the playground. Although you think I'm no longer a religiously legitimate husband, our status is still legally bound. Honey," said Ezra, hoping for 48 hours for him to be maximized.

"Thank God, even though I doubt the excessive good attitude towards me. Can you find out her background? so I can keep my distance?" pinta Dila later.

"Can, in the Lord. Honey, you're getting clearer when you talk huh? I know my wife is persistent" said Ezra proudly, looking to the right where Dila was sitting.

Huft. Dila sighed.

"Then let me...."

"For?" ezra's heavy voice weakened again.

"Put, for a moment ... Yeah, okay?" Dilara looked at the shady figure beside her, who immediately lowered her head as she said the sentence.

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