SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 1. JADE BRACELET

Today's day is so hot. Sunlight is like being right above the head, stinging the skin to a burning feeling.

Oh, my God, it's still in the world. What if it's in Padang Ma'syar? the distance between man and the sun is only a fraction of the fingers of Innalillahi. Dilara complained in her heart.

Not usually skinny high-statured girls, more precisely a little cheek across the old warehouse area that has long been unused. Horror nuances often sweep the feathers even though broad daylight like today when crossing a pile of rusty old iron.

This was the quickest shortcut to his home, rather than having to turn further. After all, this smooth paved road is quite shaded by trees and shrubs that tower on the side of the road.

As usual, Dilara will be home by noon after school. Just waiting for the graduation letter to go down because he has been declared a pass. Although the sacred letter was not very important for him because he did not know where to continue his studies, Dila was still proud. As much as he can adjust in the middle of bullyan and crush on the limitations he has.

Public high schools for people with disabilities such as Dilara do require a hard struggle. Strong determination and thick face like elephant skin.

Dila's skinny legs are still the spirit of pedaling a purple mini bike given by Kyai's child where he and the Mother pick up a living.

Dila suddenly pulled the brake lever of his bike tight until the sound of squeaking tires rubbing against the asphalt occurred.

He saw the action of crime not far from the reach of his round eyes. Slowly Dila got off the bike, pulled him over the side of the road and settled closer.

Perhaps the dull white-hooded girl was too presumptuous to interfere in the affairs of others. Dila crouched down, took off her left footwear and threw her thumb boots at the head of a man in an all-black suit. Middle brandished a gun towards the middle-aged man drenched in blood.

I don't know which part was injured from the victim's body, which is clear his facial water is seen withstanding extreme pain.

Dukes.

A shoe toss hit the head of the man with the gun.

Dukes.

Again, for the second time the man's temple was targeted by the landing site of a flying shoe. So as to make the sinister figure turn towards Dila, the coro bully.

Stared so intensely by the creepy man earlier in fact did not make Dilara's guts shrink. Out of nowhere the courage came from, his eyes quickly scanned around.

"Ah, Batu," said Dila in his heart.

Without a second thought Dilara picked up a lot of rocks under his feet, immediately threw back one by one the stones he managed to reach when the criminal was getting closer.

"Kunyuk moves throwing fruit" muttered Dila, recalling the old spectacle footage of a movie scene.

Seeing the surprised look of his opponent who had prepared to dispel the face from the stone throw. The criminal also pointed a gun in any direction.

"Seraaaaanggg," cried Dila despite the less obvious intonation.

No matter the soles of his feet blisters due to being pierced by stone taper times from the asphalt road that is hollow. Dilara's skinny hand kept throwing with all her might.

The courage of the squeaky boy was able to make the man with the gun run away. The man's temples looked bloody, if Dila had not seen wrong before the man fled.

Hosh ... hosh. Breath of Dilara gasping.

The stone that was still left in his grasp he sent right in front of the middle-aged man who was still knocked down.

Dilara then sat down beside the man. Patting his feet slowly until their eyes collided face to face for a moment.

Puk. Puk.

"Are you okay?" said Dila with less firm intonation. It is accompanied by the jemari movement as sign language. A language that not everyone understands.

"What's your name, son? where's your house?.. Can you help me keep this?" Emery asked as he thrust at Dila, a black-robed tube.

Dila's hand grabbed the sling bag that was still hanging on the shoulder. Groped a small notebook and pen embedded in it. The two objects faithfully accompany wherever Dilara goes. He then wrote a name on the sheet and then showed it to the man in front of him.

"Dilara," said Emery spelling out the name on the paper.

The innocent girl nodded her head quickly while smiling sweetly.

"Beauty .. I'll drop this, take care of it with your life, and it'll take it right away. 'cause I don't know who the sheep-wool wolf that's still hiding in the management ranks of my company," pinta Emery grimacing with pain.

"I owe you my life, Dilara .. save this, so I can easily find you," Emery pulled the green Jade bracelet from his left hand, handing it to Dila.

Dila then tore the worn-out ash skirt she was wearing. It will no longer be used, he thought.

His hand pressed down firmly on Emery's body to stop the bleeding in the left abdomen of the victim of a crime he did not know his identity.

"Master!" a voice of a man from a distance.

"Lex, it's been a long time" cried Emery, unable to endure any more pain.

"I'm sorry, I lost track, some of my men collapsed" Rolex said, crouching to see the employer's wound.

"Get aside," Rolex brushed Dilara's shoulder to get her out of the way.

The girl was about to protest but the arrival of several men in the same suit with the skinny man earlier made Dilara have no chance, until more and more eliminated.

Not wanting to take a headache, Dila put the green jade bracelet in the bag and then took the shoes that were thrown and then she put it on again. His feet hurt from running on a paved road with potholes accompanied by sharp gravel earlier.

Dila stepped slowly a little limping, her right hand slid the black tube of the man's seat to the left shoulder then lifted the standard lever propping the purple bicycle, pedaling it back leaving a horde of men still crowding.

"Lex, the girl .. I haven't thanked her yet" Emery said as he recalled the missing figure.

"Where's the girl, sir? that one?" ask Rolex.

"Yes, she's a brave girl .. I owe her my life" Emery said.

"I'll find you later, the important thing is that you survive" Rolex replied. The personal assistant trusts his son, bringing the Great Lord to immediately get intensive care.

"Who dares to act like this, you will confront me first" the inner Rolex swore.

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While in another place.

A man with a heavy voice rages in the room knowing his men's mission is failing.

He threw everything on his desk. The creepy face sharpener is clearly engraved to make anyone who teases it this time will certainly not get away with it easily.

Brakkk's.

"Damn it! more than three months of our reconnaissance and today thwarted by a snot boy from the village?" yelled Akbar sanjaya.

"Sorry sir," the great-grandson of his men was acute.

"STUPID, USELESS!" akbar snapped at the two men in front of him.

"Our master, we didn't think there would be a girl, she was so brave and had her throw right on my head despite using only a stone." One of the guards defended himself.

"It was just that complaining, now we start from zero again ... Ezra Qavi will definitely be more vigilant after the incident that befell his father," Akbar sanjaya growled furiously.

"Your choice is two, eliminate Emery Qavi and take the blueprint of the coconut island project or you will disappear. " Threatening the CEO of Sanjaya Group is serious.

"We will do it, sir," the two men replied.

"Don't get away, or your lives will be lost! " the stare of Akbar.

"GO! Give me the results, IMMEDIATELY!" the boss doesn't want to be denied.

"Ready, Master!" both men leave the room.

"Wait for your destruction, Emery .." - The leader of Sanjaya Group.

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