SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 109. POINT OF

This morning Ezra received a message from Kevin's sister, saying that Shan was hospitalized. Sabrina said so because Dila's driver drove them and he returned home to the widow's wealthy residence, alone.

The man who was sitting in an oversized chair in the room led by EQ building, felt the feeling that Shan missed him. He decided to make something soon.

Ezra spoke very softly, inserting many prayers as well as hope for the Son. Not to forget, a shot of spirit that they will soon meet.

"Shan, Dad is also very confused with you, only he holds Mommy too tight, even Sabrina lost one person as a result of trying to get close to Mommy so that you can have a free father near you."

"Shi-ttt, I don't think he's this tenacious that's tripping my way to Dila."

"Propay for me, dear. Oh my God, it's still one more year and he's getting more intense...."

Ezra's fidgeting. Vega Gianina locks everything. He had already bagged the identity of the woman, if Vega, could be controlled by him then fighting Abdeen would be easy.

Asking details on ustadz Zaky is also free, they are just workers who do not even have access to anything.

His heart ached, seeing the cheerful Shan suddenly lose heart. Ezra was very understanding of his wife's wishes, Dilara was raised by Nyai and Mother, where the focus of learning pesantren As-salam rested on the letter makhrojl. Therefore, he wants his son to be able to teach properly.

"Mother's destination, either Shan. So that you may be a sholih Imam, muflih, mujahid and mujtadid for your family. Making the Quran a guide is also a guide to life, unlike the faqir Father," Emery's son still looks at his small family photo.

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Sharjah, afternoon.

Dilara was on the phone with Asyraf Hamid when Katrin came to deliver dinner for him. The girl faithfully waited until her young master was done.

She sees Shan's condition, pretending to take a selfie with the fat boy lying weakly on the white bed.

"Katrin, tell my husband. I'm fine, Shan will recover."

The young girl who did not understand the meaning of her young Miss just silently stared with a confused face.

"I, don't understand what you mean" he replied innocently.

"Hmm, sorry if it's wrong. Thank you so much for your help all this time for us," replied Dila quickly.

Katrin said nothing more, she bowed her body and pulled herself out of the room.

There is no Kesih in there, the young girl was also permission to the cafeteria to buy snacks also call her boyfriend.

Dilara, open the paper bag that Katrin brought. Healthy eating menu for him, snacks, fruit and yogurt Shan's favorite.

"Eh this?" his hand reached for a mini tape record complete with a thread of the headset from the corner of the paper bag. He turned it slowly.

"Born Voice, to Shan." Inner Dila, her heart drizzled at once listening to all the beautiful sentences of her husband for the son.

The young mother immediately attached the headset to a mini record, attaching it to one of the ears of her son who was still asleep due to the influence of the drug. "Shan, it's Dad. Yes, dear."

"Dear Shan. It's Dad. We can meet through the air. It's not what, is it?"

"When Shan was born into this world, Dad knew that we would have stories like pirates, adventures like luvi, cartoons that Shan likes to watch with Mommy."

"Mother once explained Shan the meaning of surat al fatihah. It is about the love of God is also a belief in Him is not it? ... I ask only God, that a funny and intelligent son be handsome, and that he may find you, because of His love."

"If Butterflies have wings, they can fly. Fish have fins and can swim. Rabbits have four legs so they can run. I have a big heart, to love you."

"Shan will always be a star in the heart and fill your life with love. Your smile makes Father's day full of excitement, Daddy love you more than you love your favorite chocolate cake. My Son, Shan and Sun."

"Daddy love you, Shan. No matter how little good you do, everything is great in Dad's eyes. Quickly healthy whiz, help Daddy take care of Mommy when we're not together again, Ok Boy?."

Carefully, Dilara observes and looks after her son. Shan's subconscious must have heard what his father said.

Next morning.

The toddler who was lying weak yesterday, now looks fresher, his cheeks have been blushing.

"Morning, shobahal kheir," said Mommy when she saw the two netra cute boy was open.

"Mommy," muttered Shan still reluctantly to fully open his eyelids.

"It hurts, son? who is sick, say the same Mother," said Dilara approached, hugging her son while whispering something.

The innocent boy shook his head slowly at his mother's question. "Dad?" whispered Shan in Dila's ear.

The young woman nodded, then she grabbed the headset last night and put it back in Shan's ear. The Mumpung Kesih had not arrived and the door of their room was locked.

Little Shan listened to Ezra's voice. The unexpected response in Dilara could be that morning, making her heart trenchant.

"Daddy isn't mad at Shan? Miss me too, Mommy. Daddy's not ashamed of Shan, Dad loves me too" he said, crying to ask Dilara to hug him.

"Your son, miss his father it turns out. Sorry Mother yes Shan. Promise, soon to meet Dad," said Dila in his heart to calm the beloved son.

His feelings are very sensitive. Naturally, the innocent boy became confused because of the presence of Al Zayn, while the Mother insisted on rejecting the man and stuffing Shan with the figure of Ezra who was not known for real.

...***...

Sanjaya Group. Indoneszian.

Today the leader of Sanjaya group was agitated. Her man found out where the woman she's been looking for all this time.

"Sharjah? Ashraf hamid's. All right, get everything ready and set up my meeting with the woman" she asked the assistant for something.

"Well, you change your identity until I have trouble finding one. Decades, then I'll have to make sure of myself."

"Anastasya, somehow my decision will be when the reality changes otherwise. You are my only daughter but I cannot deny that if she is still alive, she will inherit half of my assets ... pregnant woman at Prince Abdeen's party a few months ago always haunts my mind."

"His face, why is it so similar?"

"Asyraf Hamid's. Widows of rich dictators. In good terms with King Abdul Abdeen Manaf, are you partners from the past?"

"complicated. But my business is only with you, Vega."

Akbar Sanjaya monologues while holding his chin which he supports with his arms on the table.

The old Netra still looks at two photos of different women of the era, similar but not the same. Inwardly, the owner of the real estate empire in several major cities, said.

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...Asyraf hamid vs Ezra vs akbar vs Al Zayn. ...