SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 110. WHO ME?

It's been a week, Shan's back from the hospital. He's in recovery. Al Zayn seems to have taken a different approach to them. The young man of prince's descent was no longer pushy. Perhaps as a diversion for Shan to accept it with pleasure.

Like tonight. The two of them were busy chatting a lot of things in the living room of the residence of Ashraf Hamid, talking about superheroes.

Dilara's attempt to cram Shan with Ezra's figure seems not in vain. Although Al Zayn often directed Shan to follow his wishes, the innocent boy always included the name Ezra in every sentence spoken.

"Daddy Ezra said, Shan is also a superhero not only in cartoons," protested the toddler, pointing to the television that was showing the cartoon power puff girls.

Seconds next. "Say Dad, Shan's a good boy. Ezra's father also said he was happy and loved by Shan. Uncle, are you happy to me too? like my Daddy?" ask again.

Either Al Zayn answered what but what was certain was that innocent boy Dilara started crying when the man said something about his father.

"Shan dear Daddy. No uncle No. Mommy, mine, my precious mine!" shan exclaimed, getting up from sitting on the floor, running towards Dila who was in the pantry not far from them.

Dila was surprised to find her son crying. He gently stroked the head of the golden boy of Qavi descent while calming down. After the smart Shan regained his composure, he asked Kesih, to bring Shan into the room. He then approached Al Zayn who was still sitting in his place.

"I told you, my son knows who his father is. Don't try too hard, young master. I know, you do a lot of protection on us, but I'm not asking," said Dila was very careless.

"Miss Dila, don't bother denying my presence. It's good to start opening your heart so that if the truth is revealed. You already have a shelter," he casually replied with a charming smile.

"What do you mean Young Master. Protect from whom? Do not spread the aura of hatred in my house anymore" said Asyraf hamid, he had just arrived from a neighboring country.

"Until when do you hide all this, ma'am. Be honest, or am I gonna open it? excuse me," replied Al Zayn, with pompous steps leaving the magnificent family room of a wealthy merchant.

"You!" asyraf hamid's growl at Al Zayn who sauntered away past him.

"Open what, Madam? related to who? me?" cecar Dila seemed to have a chance.

Asyraf hamid's expression was shocked at the barrage of questions the beautiful woman before him.

"Put nobody." The middle-aged woman with elegant makeup cast a glance. He was about to step towards his room on the second floor, when Andre was holding him back.

Samar is heard by Dilara, the rich widow's personal assistant mentioning Akbar Sanjaya's name.

Deghs.

"Sanjaya Press. Is it true that you said that time, if they had a past relationship? Is that the same grand?"

"Am I, right, his daughter as expected?"

"Dila, son .. rest, we'll talk later. It's late, you must also be tired after taking care of Shan yesterday in the hospital," he asked Dilara as he passed the young woman who was still standing still standing at his place.

Not wanting to arouse suspicion, Dilara followed the wishes of the Great Mistress. He entered the room, accompanying Shan.

While in Australia, Ruhama's daughter had checked the condition of her hearing senses there.

For the left ear, the tool used since from Indonesia suffered damage until he bought must buy a new tool. As a result, the left ear can now capture sounds clearer than before.

On top of the bed, Dilara contemplates every secret message from Ezra regarding the identity of Ashraf hamid he once asked for. If linked, it may be true that there is a story of the past between them. Emery's son-in-law's eyes then looked at the wall clock above his bedroom door.

"Shan's asleep, eleven o'clock at night. I can't keep my eyes closed, eye compresses good times huh," muttered the young mother, poking her feet out of bed.

She put on her hijab and nightgown, not forgetting the feather sandals, then opened the door handle slowly, walked carefully without causing obvious friction from her footwear, towards the pantry.

When you go through the family room. Samar heard the voice of a man. Inquisitively, almost midnight there was a commotion echoing in the luxurious residence.

"Who yes," he turned the direction to settle towards the source of the sound. Leaning back against the wall near the door of the luxurious living room, covered with wide drapery dangling.

Brakkk. Someone's voice is breaking the table.

"Astaghfirullah." Dilara was surprised, closing her mouth tightly with both palms.

"Where is he, Vega. Is my daughter still alive? what did Arabella ask of you, in exchange for who she was?" exclaimed a man, allegedly Akbar Sanjaya.

"SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!"

"Wantas? what's for her father when he comes to you? uh huh? What is the role of a traitor husband like you?.. I asked once again, what did you first try to find him?!!" assyraf hamid's wrath.

"YOU!! HOW DARE!!" akbar's booming voice, deafening.

"Slow down your voice, Master!" asserted Andre warned his master guests.

"Shut up!" the old man's sergeant to Andre.

Asyraf hamid sighed, sounding the rough pull of the diaphragm exhaling carbon dioxide into the air.

"That's it. I'll tell him a truth .. Go, let him be with me. Besides, that kid doesn't know you, he'll probably hate you ... Akbar, we are destitute. He's gonna hate us!" prevent Ashraf hamid when Akbar wants to break into the house.

"Take care of your attitude, Sir!" Andre thwarted Akbar's move.

"Soge away." It was exciting but Andre did not flinch.

"Tell me, is she really my daughter? Vega, please," Akbar's heavy voice began to weaken.

"Can you promise me you'll be his guardian? if yes, I will say. Don't think I don't know, Anastasya loves Ezra too, and you! love your golden boy even more!" Asyraf hamid asked Akbar for assurances, if Ezra asked him to return to the reference with Dilara.

"So right?" Akbar weakened, sounding a subtle stomp the weight of the man sitting on the sofa.

"I told you, you coward! go!" drive out Asyraf hamid later.

"Yes Allah. I still have a Dad? and she.." unconsciously Dilara sobbed.

"Hay, who is it!" andre's voice when he heard a woman's sobbing. Aspri Vega Gianina stepped in to find the source of the vote.

He knows he was caught by someone. Dilara ran as fast as lightning, getting into the room before being caught off guard by Andre.

After in the room.

The young woman's body sagged behind the door, sitting hugging her knees. A raging sense of heart squeezes the arteries. Sad, angry, happy to be one.

"Mothers. Who am I really?"

"Mother...."

His skinny shoulder shook slowly. His brain could not think, the stuffing was buried between the gap between the two knees that he bent. Until a flash of memory flashed through his mind. He remembered Ezra's message not long ago.

"Honey, if you see any news about Asyraf hamid. Meet me in Surabaya, we'll find your origins starting from Mom's house. Also, we all remarry in front of your Yai, OK?"

Deghs.

"Abang, is this what your message means? you must have known, yes, but let me slowly discover the truth myself. Honey, very good indeed ... Brother looks silent to survive but supports everything I want," he said, wiping away tears that soaked his face.

Emery's daughter-in-law got up from her seat, walked straight to the dresser to grab a journal.

Dilara wrote a message for her husband's spy to convey that she will fly to Surabaya, if she gets the flight schedule of Ashraf hamid and Al Zayn is not seen temporarily, in the near future.

"Mother ..help me, seek the truth,"

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