SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 101. PROPOSALS

Shan woke up just as the mother prayed. Ezra held the baby carefully. Trying to silence the crying Shan looking for his mother.

"Hungry, Shan? mother said, if you wake up, I have to give you one biscuit. You want?"

Hearing the name of the food called, immediately Dilara's son fell silent from the whining of his potion. Ezra grabbed the baby bag on the cafe table and took out a container containing snacks for Shan.

"Lunch for my Son, slow down, slow down." The hand with the fat fingers impatiently grabbed a piece of his snack.

Little Shan, began to grasp and then paint a brown circle in his hand.

Dilara let her two men bond. Shan wriggled in an uncomfortable position, but his older husband noticed and immediately changed the style of carrying until Shan calmed down.

"out? tumben, usually Shan does not want to snack a lot. Still hungry, kid?" Dila approached the two at the table. He took out one blue-colored container containing Shan's team's porridge.

"Can't be spent? wrong donk me, Shan's gonna have no stomach ache, Dila?" ask Ezra to feel guilty.

"No, lunch is too late. It's only natural that Shan's hungry ... Mother replace biscuits using vegetable puree yes," said Dila while putting an aprons eating on the plump body of her son who is still in the sling of Ezra.

The stocky baby was disappointed, crying his food was taken by the Mother.

"Don't cry, open Shan's mouth .. his pinter," the quiet Dilara, turns into a talkative mother while interacting with her only son.

"Bikin himself, dear? bother really, ngurusin Shan, ngajar, learn ... you're not tired, Dila?" Ezra started to worry.

"Katrin made it, I just gave the menu, so Far Shan was not fussy about food. He's not as picky as someone" he said later.

"Yes, I'm a picky. In the past," answered Ezra consciously being insinuated by his wife judes.

He observed the way Dila cared for Shan, painfully as when taking care of himself when he was sick first.

Fun, a feeling he felt today. After Shan finished eating, Ezra took the two to the park on the edge of the pier, sitting in a long chair enjoying the waves ahead of the afternoon.

"Moms, about Mother .. are you ready to hear this news yet?" Ezra turned to his left. Still carrying Shan who was increasingly attached tightly to him.

"Mother?" lirih Dila calls for Ruhama. Her net again condensed considering the noble lady.

"Anastasia, as you thought. Rolex collects the evidence and will present it at the time of the lawsuit. He has the same motive as Cheryl also wants to acquire EQ building in Jakarta, mine," said Ezra.

"That drink, it's meant for you if according to Auntie's words. Dr. Ilman examined the effect of the liquid in the drink he was carrying would result in severe contractions that cause birth before his time or serious bleeding. Fatal to the condition of the fetus is also the mother's uterus ... Honey, whether I should be happy or otherwise," Ezra was stunned, being cautious in speaking as Dilara lowered her head even more.

"My gut feeling is not wrong" he said.

"It wasn't that I was blocking your argument back then. But the evidence we're getting isn't complete, honey. Sorry, I'm slow."

Dila started sobbing. She was saved by her mother.

"Honey. Sorry," regretted Ezra.

Shan who saw his father's face was moody, put down one palm, stroking slowly calmed down.

"I'm sorry, son. Can't take care of the eyes as well as Mother at that time," he said aimed at the baby.

"Destiny. Mother's sacrifice for me for Shan," replied Dila, erasing the trail of crying and looking away.

Silent.

Just the sound of the waves pounding, the ripples of small waves breaking the boundary rocks of the edge of the pier.

"Abang .. about me leaving, sorry no more persistent waiting for you. I'm too emotional, tired of being piled up.. ah no, I'm not patient. My fault left Brother," Dilara linked her fingers, she was nervous.

"I forbid Winda to tell Brother just so as not to disturb me first. But this opportunity, I don't know .. as if you should stay away from you more clearly when you hear about vacancies as a trainer for children like me."

"I asked Rengganis and Ustadz Zaky to take me along. He was my friend back at the cottage. Also have them take care of the change of El's birth certificate, changing the name to Shan ... You want to hear the reason?" Dila glanced at his right side.

"Why honey?" reply Ezra fast.

"Because I want Shan to grow up to be a firm, solid child both in everyday life and when memorizing the words of God, his voice will still be melodious even though many tears when living it. I imagined he would live without a father because the video was also my background" Dilara Long said.

"Honey, No. Throw away those narrow thoughts, please." Ezra began to understand the direction of his wife's conversation.

"Ma-af."

Hixes. Dila crying. Either because of his stupidity or self-naiveness judge the meaning of life.

Shan, who was calm in Ezra's arms, played the squeeze, soon struggling to see his mother crying.

"I read your journal, everybody. It's not your fault, Dila. I also have a role in every event .. Thank you for your noble intentions for me." Ezra calms Ruhama's daughter who is still sobbing.

"Everything?"

"Hem, everybody." Ezra turned back, staring at the face he could not touch.

"I want to ask my brother for permission to stay here, study for the next six months. After that, I went through a two-year employment contract in return for Ashraf Hamid .. I was suspecting something related to him, "dila was not sure Ezra would allow it.

"That's all, honey?"

"No. I want Shan to study with a syech to get the letter mahkrojl right. The chances of getting a good teacher here are wide open for him. I want when I come back later, we have something to be proud of .. so that when you are with Brother, everything is balanced. No longer was there the cynical look that I was.." Dila's voice again interrupted, holding tight.

"Well, don't think of others."

"Stay, the predicate of wife Ezra El Qavi is a person with a disability will remain attached. I am not inferior to my shortcomings ., but I want to make this imperfection that God has placed on me can be of a greater value ... Not for human hasad, but for those in need" said Dila of his intention.

"I also want Shan to be proud to be born from my womb. I know, he'll glorify us as parents. But my son also needs a gun when the situation is squeezed later. At least my son can answer that his mother is not shy but has skills. I'm not Cinderella, brother...." Dila mean it with a strong sentence that is thrown.

"Dila, you're thinking too far" Ezra tried to break his argument.

"Like it or not, my husband's circle. Brother is too high for us to reach then I must have a ladder to your side. Make me worthy of Ezra El Qavi, yes ... Allow me," Ruhama's daughter held back a raucous voice, suddenly everything was very difficult to say.

Ezra looked at the lady beside him. A newly recovered heart must choose between ready and not. "We fight for this together, why can't we?"

"There will be different results and tastes when you have your brother in each of these processes .. Let us assemble the stairs ourselves, well, may we?" escaped already, a circle of tears that were being held so as not to cross the river flooded the face of typical Javanese ayu.

The sudden atmosphere of syahdu. Ezra just kept quiet, he weighed Dilara's wishes. Nothing is wrong, all the assumptions are right. However, his heart was heavy, also reluctant to let go.

Long he stared at the figure who now looks much more rigid even though still the body is frail need a backrest.

"Darling, how are we going to get ahead?"

Dilara turned to the man she still loved so much.

"Me?"

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