SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTERS 106. SHAN
Dilara only responded with a smile or even a crisp laugh when the shocking question Shan thrust at her.
"Not having any money, but Daddy has many project, look at over there, your daddy built likes all of this from nothing. He's a architect, Shan," Dilara said, bringing Shan to the edge of the window, showing a row of skyscrapers around their apartment.
(father is finishing a lot of work, like a row of buildings out there, he's building everything from scratch.)
"Wow, wonderful. He's great" he exclaimed with sparkling eyes.
"cool right? tell me Dad, Shan is happy," ask Dila to have her son look at the camera on her laptop.
"Daaaaddy, Shan happy to you .. Why don't you finish fast? in Mommy's print, like magic sand, "more.
Again, the sentence invites laughter that comes from his mouth.
"Different ways Shan ... Daddy works 16 hours a day so he can build a dream house for when you grow up .. pray a lot, so Shan must be diligent najai Ok? Mommy promised to slowly teach Shan, deal?" Dilara made an offer when Shan went on strike.
(Dad worked sixteen hours a day so he could build a dream house when Shan grew up).
Emery's grandson nodded enthusiastically.
"I would like to build simple and friendly homes just as my Dad, did. Shan love Daddy," he stared at the laptop screen with a sharp eye.
(i like, will also build a building as simple and comfortable as you did)
"Daddy, we love you...." Dilara hugged her son while facing the laptop screen.
Then they continued reading the letter that had paused.
Learning while playing, even chatting, telling a story about an asbabun nuzul a verse. Although she did not fully understand, but this young mother still stimulated little Shan bit by bit. Inculcating many inspiring stories also exist that fit the example of Rosululloh.
"Tired? note to Shan, his al fatihah reading is not perfect yet. We continue tomorrow in the airport lounge. Ok?"
The adorable toddler nodded with a smile adorning his bule face. Increasingly, Shan's stature resembled Ezra's. "Big hug because Shan is a good boy," said Dila opened her arms wide to welcome her son into the arms.
While elsewhere. EQ buildings.
The well-built man who had just finished the meeting, entered the room again. He rushed to his desk.
Ezra pulled out his secret laptop, pressed a key on top of the keyboard to display the capture that it captured.
His lips covered a smile, not infrequently he laughed to see and hear the babbling of his son. Sometimes a small debate takes place between the mother and the child, making Ezra haru.
"Sorry, Daddy hasn't been able to be around you, more often."
"Council ... Cheryl was disabled by the accident and is rumored to be desperate to live her life. Although his family suspected something and I was involved in being a witness so that he had become a city prisoner because of someone's slander .. Thanks to the team lawyer, my assets are safe as well as the status, it was, removed because there is absolutely no concrete evidence."
"You're getting bigger, Shan. Mother of the same story Father that is overwhelmed to accept all questions from you .. enterprising to teach ya Son, the content you create that motivates many young mothers to follow the learning method as you use, son, especially because Mommy has shortcomings but is able to educate Shan in such a way," Ezra monologued when looking at the results of scan recordings of their activities today.
"Tomorrow to fly, dear. Be careful there, Sabrina will take care of you again .. I will come if there is a gap, love you Dilara, thank you for all the sweet things all this time."
"You will do it, Shan. You must be more brilliant than Dad," he said when the son said he would build a comfortable and simple house like himself.
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The next day.
Twelve hours of time they had taken. Shan began to fuss, he moved many times. A moment with Katrin, changing again with Kesih or vice versa.
Appearance adorable also typical babble of small children, attract the attention of some women flight attendance until Dila a little relieved, when Shan invited by them to walk along the corridor of the aircraft cabin, introducing various things that Shan wanted to know.
"Alhamdulillah .. his father's family still has Turkish nobility, Bibi said. If I don't hear wrong," Dila replied remembering the story of Ezra's little nanny, when she first set foot in Jakarta.
The next two hours. Sharjah, UAE.
It was also seen that Andre, Lady Ashraf Hamid, was seen far away when Dilara's entourage was about to come out of the international arrival gate that night. The rich widow enthusiastically waved her hand when their eyes met.
"Granddaughter of Oma" greeted Asyraf Hamid as they grew closer. The woman hugged lovingly Dilara who was holding Shan.
"Om-a?" sahut Shan, he's sleepy in Dila's sling.
"With me, Miss. Shan is heavy," said Andre volunteered to bring the young Miss's son.
"Shan, with uncle. Ok?"
Baby over a year old, just nodding. He was too tired to just open his eyes.
"With me, come on, my baby boy." Al Zayn suddenly came, grabbing Shan in Dila's sling from the side, shifting Andre until the middle-aged man staggered.
"Eehh, don't be Young Master." Dilara held Shan's body as the handsome man grabbed both shoulders, clutching his son's arms.
"Let go of Dila, pity Shan, get sick. What's the difference between Andre and me? instead I was more firmly hugging Shan because my son was heavy," Zayn replied in a loud voice, silencing Asyraf Hamid who was about to speak.
"Son Ezra El Qavi, not you, sorry Young Master," bitterly Dilara disliked the man claiming Shan, as his son.
"Mommy," Shan whined at his body pulled by two adults.
Dilara finally relented this time, she held Shan free, the baby will be sick. Zayn smiled faintly, then kissed Shan's face like a real son.
"Your Daddy's here. We're going home now" whispered Zayn in Shan's ear.
"Daddy." Lirih Shan was weak, back to sleep.
"Uncle, Shan's. Just, Uncle." Dila clasped Shan's tiny hand hanging in the air from behind Al Zayn's body.
Each group got into their car. Except for Dila, confused about where to go, until he pulled Katrin's arm to follow Al Zayn to his car.
This young mother did not want, the son was taken hostage by the foreign man. Forced to follow the Young Master's game, this time.
"Abang, pray for me. Shan, hopefully it won't be easy on him," Dilara's inner.
"You're afraid I'm kidnapping your son? he's also my son, there's no way I can separate from his real mother" Al Zayn said as Dila followed her into the car.
"If you know it's my son, then it shouldn't be. After all, Shan knew who Dad really was," Dila replied.
"Whose father? the one who wasn't on his side? he's gonna lose, Dilara."
"Not going to."
If Dila stared hostilely at the figure before him, different from Katrin. He can only duck. His secret nano microphone has been ON since they arrived at the airport.
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