SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 108. SHAN WAS CONFUSED

Indoneszian.

At night when all was clear, Ezra was already sitting leaning on the head of the bed intending to open something on his cellphone, a secret between the two of them, which someone sent.

Emery's eldest son read all the messages his wife had written in the journal. Slowly enjoy each word. Imagining the beautiful figure was talking directly in front of him.

"He's getting closer to Shan, even though I'm keeping my distance as hard as I can. Does it have to loosen the check and then get into it in order to get a single point of weakness? what if I fail and can't get out?"

"That girl, it's starting to melt with me. I stimulate her by admitting that she is creative, bringing her confidence back. One thing I got from him, that guy, right misunderstood like you think. When does this end?"

"Oh yes, I already know who someone I mean to look after me, tell him to be careful when bringing the device to my room to take a picture of the personal journal I put on the table. Also, there's one video tonight for us, don't forget to look. Big hug my own superhero, Shan said. He also sends his regards to Dad."

A smile adorned the tired face of Dilara's husband, when Ezra finished reading the three paragraphs containing the message.

The pair of burly legs came back down from the bed, grabbing his mini laptop which he kept in a special bag on the sofa table.

His eyes radiated a happy twinkle. A smile suddenly burst from the sensual lips of Ezra El Qavi when he saw the video he had just played.

"Happy 2nd anniversary, dear," she replied to Dila's remarks in the video.

For a moment, he thought.

"Eyeh, Honey? you call me Honey, Dila? " This time not only the look in her eyes was full of happiness, Ezra cheered excitedly hearing Dilara call her darling. The burly, ornate iron ring couple pressed the keys repeatedly, replying as the wife called her Honey.

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Days from week to month.

This morning Shan will undergo an entrance test to start memorizing the words of God. In one of the international schools, Al fatteh School.

The average lifespan of Qur'an memorizers in this country starts when they are two years old or if they are fluent in speech. The prospective students, will be selected into several levels. Intermediate, middle to mumtaz levels, adjusted based on the firmness of verbal pronunciation.

The test starts from recognizing the letters hijaiyah, basic tajwid to the pronunciation of daily prayers before entering the selection to juz amma.

The remaining two sequence numbers before Shan's turn arrives. Mother and son, the Qavi family had been waiting in the room.

"Have asked Daddy for a prayer before leaving. You can do it, best as could as Shan do. Ok?" whispered Dila stroked her son's chest slowly.

Dila then invited Shan to pray. "Allahumma la sahla illa ma ja’altahu sahla, wa anta taj’alul hazna idza syi’a sahla. Lay down the affairs of the world and the Hereafter, O Allah. Aamiin.“

(O Allah, there is no ease except that which You make easy. And you make sorrow/difficulty, if You will it will be easy)

"Aamiinu. Shan definitely can, Daddy support you here," sambar Al Zayn who suddenly came to them. Either he gets permission from where to get to this particular room.

"Shan had prayed with Father before leaving," the innocent boy replied, hugging and kissing his mother's face.

"Daddy wasn't kissed either? we haven't yet, either," he persuaded Shan to come closer to him.

Little Shan stuck out his tiny hand intending to welcome al Zayn tost, but Dilara prevented. The innocent child was warm and gentle to anyone who came to greet him, no wonder Shan was seen accepting the presence of this man.

"Please, don't bother us, Young Master. Don't you have another job? " indir Dila.

"Have it, this is my job. Accompanying you," he replied lightly while sitting next to Shan.

Instead of shifting her position, she pulled Shan into her arms until the boy was called inside.

"Here, daddy hugs Shan first. Yes, whatever the result, Daddy still loves Shan," said Al Zayn, approaching Shan who had been invited by the committee when going in.

"Uncle Shan, just uncle. Your Daddy's at home, see Shan from afar. Mother record ko," Dilara did not want to lose remind Shan of who his father was.

The boy only smiled sweetly while nodding to the Mother before the door closed. Dilara relentless pendzikir, begging for ease for his son to undergo the first test this time. All the ramblings of Al Zayn, he ignored, focus at this time only on the golden son.

Thirty minutes passed. The door of the selection room reopened.

The little one and a half year old boy looked gloomy. He immediately hugged Dila, when he saw his mother smiling at him.

"Shan forgot. Mommy," her cries broke. For the first time, Ezra's toddler cried hysterically. She hugged Dilara tightly, slipping her dickered head around the Mother's neck.

"It's ok, we're learning again. Shan has done his best. We go home." Dila carried her son without many words. He asked the committee to immediately inform about the results of the test today by a message or email as stated on the form.

The two continued to walk out of the building towards the parking lot. Dilara ignores Al Zayn's call that follows their steps.

During the return journey.

Only a faint cry came out from that tiny mouth. Shan did not open his voice even though Dila softly persuaded.

Until nightfall, his son was still very moody. The stocky toddler had no appetite nor touched any snacks Katrin offered. Dila runs out of ideas, no one can persuade Ezra's favorite son. He started to panic as no food had entered Shan's hull since noon.

Asyraf Hamid was not in place, usually he also participated in persuading if Shan lashed or hunger strike.

By midnight, Dila was shocked, waking up from sleep when she heard her baby delirious.

"Fever," Dila muttered as her palm touched Shan's forehead, she descended from the top of the bed, looking for a temperature gauge.

"High service." Without much thought, the young mother prepared a compress device, a heat-lowering drug and drinking water.

"Shan, get up first. Drink yuk," Dila forced her son to wake up. The heat-lowering medicine had entered along with the drinking water that Shan sipped earlier.

Until the morning sun appeared, Shan's body heat temperature rose and fell. Dilara intends to take her son to the hospital.

He left a note for someone, telling Ezra to give something to his son.

"Shan is disappointed, maybe he thinks that failed the test, also the insistence of Al Zayn who continues to say that he is his father. My son is confused." Write Dila in the journal.

Accompanied by Kesih, Dilara takes Shan to the car to the hospital.

The next twenty minutes. Hospitals.

The descendants of Ezra, his only son, had to get intensive care there. Shan was dehydrated because there was no intake of food or drink for almost 24 hours.

Sorrow faithfully accompanies Miss Mudanya as Shan's brangkar moves into the treatment room.

"Calm down, he's a strong boy" Al Zayn's voice broke the silence as Dila was just sitting on Shan's bedside.

"Don't bother us. Please," Dila said to the shameless man.

"I don't, just look at my son. Time can't" he replied as he sat on the sofa.

"STOP SAYING THAT SHAN'S YOUR SON!!"

"Mommy," Shan was surprised, he cried again. Dila's tired body immediately calmed the son back down. Patting his arm softly, rubbed Shan's sweaty forehead.

"Go!! ... Sadness, please!" exclaiming Dila was puffed up, he was furious.

"Come, young master. Give our own Miss time, "Please please the handsome man who is still sitting to get out of the room.

"I'll come back" he said, rising from there.

"Abang .. say something, please."

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...The LDR, like to panic if the child is sick. Not calm even though there is money, the hospital is guaranteed etc. Just stay, his father is looking for.....

...Want to move the plot, but, finish the Shan process first....