SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 113. MYSTERY BOX IDENTITY

"Daddy, Shan miss you," the sentence repeatedly came out from her tiny mouth.

Ezra only heard, not denied everything Shan complained about. He was not even two years old, but the development of the son, above children his age.

"Son Dila." Mita sat down in the chair next to her sister-in-law, they embraced each other.

The sad event lasted a few minutes, until Shan again said after Ezra wiped the tears from the chubby's face and rained down with a kiss.

"Continue eating yes, then we go home. Shan here is vacationing, holiday right? so we have to be happy, no more sad again. Ok?" said Ezra rubbed Shan's tomato cheek.

The boy who was still reluctant to let go of the embrace, only nodded following the direction of the father. He asks Ezra to feed the rest of the doughnuts as well as his drink.

Ermita, just dare to stare from across the table. He still disturbs the intimacy that has just been created. But the heartwarming moment was successfully captured by his cellphone camera.

"Shan, meet Onty Mita. Father's sister who lives here, Indonesia," said Dilara introduced the two.

"Hallo Shan's." Mita waved and smiled sweetly for her cute niece.

However, the toddler was silent not responding to the words of his mother.

"Shan.." reprimanded Dila again.

Tics. Geck. Tics. Geck.

"Shan, you can't ignore Mommy, son," this time Ezra advised.

"I just want daddy" replied Shan Cuek hugging his father.

"Hmmm, Dad's son yes. Ok, Mommy returns to Dubai again," Dila pretends to invite Mita to choose a snack for her husband.

Shan didn't budge, he still ignored his mother.

One sec.

Two seconds.

"Mommyyyyyyy.." her screams rang out, shortly after Dilara left.

"Sstht ... Mother is just Shan Godain. Buy me a snack for Dad. Tuh.." said Ezra shows where his mother went.

"Shan wants both." He sulked, his lips pursed Shan's sign of annoyance.

"I mean Shan, would you both be Mother or Father?"

"Both of you, Moms and Dad." The fat toddler clutched the father tightly, reluctant to let go of his coiled hand on Ezra's right arm.

"My boy."

His small family was temporarily complete even if only for two days. Want it next but depends on how Dilara's decision later. Because Ezra had promised, in this time he would pass all the requests of his little wife.

An hour later.

Shan just wants to be close to his father. When Ezra held the wheel, he asked daddy to be allowed to sit on his lap. Dilara forbade for fear of disturbing concentration while driving, but Ezra granted.

"Go back to the Mansion or Mom's house, honey?" ask Ezra when their car comes out of the airport.

"Mothers. Mahira was waiting there. Brother, where's sleep?" dila asked confused, they should not be one roof, also because it is not a public area.

"Just like you."

"Eh Sir. Not mahram, you go to the cottage. Mahira said, we're at the house Mother accompanied by a woman. The distance from the cottage to Mother's house is close," said Mita interrupted the chat young couple.

"Good idea" said Dila quickly.

"Shan, same bobok Dad huh. With Eyang Yai," take Ezra to his son.

Silent. There is no lawfulness.

"Sleep .. geez, Kak Dila his son is gemesin. Want to pinch her cheek," Mita said as she peeked at Shan from the back seat gap.

"May kiss but Shan doesn't like pinching his cheeks. Later kayak ramble earlier, do not want to talk," replied Dila to the words of Mita, the sister-in-law.

Dilara looked unsettled, many times he tried to see Shan's sitting position in the front seat. He was worried that his fat boy would feel sore when he woke up later.

"The sleeping position is comfortable, no" this young mother began to be calm.

Ezra understood, he brushed aside for a moment the vehicle they were using. The man pulled the lever on the side of Shan's chair to make it more sloping and comfortable to lie down.

"This is enough, dear? You're narrower down there?" Ezra turned to his left, making sure his wife was also relieved.

Dilara. "Yes, it's been pretty sloping. I still have enough space here, too" he replied later.

The car slowly drove back, eroding the distance that was getting closer to the Ruhama residence.

"Dilaaaaaaa," she exclaimed. Hugging Dilara who just got out of the car.

"Shan, where? I can't wait to hug, guwes-guwes, jihel-jiwel, unyel-unyel," she cheered as they broke the embrace.

Ezra and Mita do not care about the two women who are still coolly chatting on the side of the car, until the handsome man holds Shan into the house.

"Make it anyway, handsome," cried Mahira at a glance to see Shan.

"Superior to his father, how not handsome try my son," said Ezra while then, do not forget to invite his wife to immediately enter.

Ermita was exactly the older sister, painstakingly without much to say arranging all Dila's luggage to Mother's room along with her backpack. Ezra laid Shan on the bed.

"Sir Dila, I slept together here. With Mahira also we room ... Shan with Ezra's sister, right?" mita asked two different people.

"Additional cake bed below, don't fit three. There's Shan anyway," Dila suggested. Mahira nodded, she looked alert to prepare everything.

"Darling, I sleep in the car, just to calm down you guys here .. But, accompany me to eat first. Mita brought provisions from home," Pinta Ezra then who was embraced by the beautiful woman.

Two santri khidmahs helped Mahira and Mita, began to roll out mats in the living room and arrange food on the sufrah. While Dila prepared warm water for their bath.

Two hours passed by with a laugh, the living room of the Ruhama house immediately warmed up again with the presence of the adopted daughter who had long left this city. Until midnight, the occupants began to enter the room and Ezra locked the front door from the outside, so that he could rest in the car.

An hour ahead the young women are still spending time joking with laughter that they did not share. Slowly one by one the tired netra began to close entering the dreamland.

An hour before dawn.

Mahira was awake, there was a noise in the kitchen sign he was cooking water for a bath. Dila opened her eyes, looking around the room. He misses his mother's negligee who often hangs behind the door. Slowly he lowered his legs from the bed, got up and stuck out his fingers to open the closet.

Long he looked at the pile of neatly arranged house clothes. Mahira says she doesn't dare to make Dilara's request to share her clothes.

"Bismillah, let it be a benefit, ma'am. Clothes that are still decent and good, Dila for," he said.

His hands pulled one by one a pile of clothes from his place. To choose between worth and no, until.

Pluks.

The sound of a brown object, falling from the top of the shelf, as Dila pulled the lowest shirt.

"Eh, what is this envelope?" the hand with the couple's wedding ring grabbed the dropped item.

His eyes squinted at the contents of the worn-out envelope inside. Then, Dilara's tapered finger pulled the paper from there.

Trings.

This time a loud noise, like a falling jewel. Dila also crouched down, looking for where the source of the sound was when the object slipped earlier.

"Well, meet. Ka-lung's? belonging who? the letter D. pendant was exquisite," his eyes twinkled with astonishment at the classic jewelry on the palm.

"Mommy.." Shan's hoarse voice searches for Dila.

"Dear, Shan wants to pray at dawn too, with Dad? if so, let's take a bath first," said Mommy as she approached the son who was still lazy to open his eyes.

Dila put the letter as well as the jewelry she had just found on the mother's dressing table. Next to the pile of clothes that are still worth wearing.

Geck. Geck.

"Darling, I'm at dawn in the cottage mosque huh. Shan up yet?" ezra's voice called from outside.

"Already but lazy to wake up, want to be with Dad." Dila mimicked her son's complaint when she woke up earlier. As for Shan, just laughing heard Mother imitate her voice.

"I'm in, isn't Mita up yet?"

"Not yet, still sleeping, slumbering."

Ezra goes into Ruhama's room while Dilara goes straight out of the room to the kitchen to join Mahira.

When the man persuaded his son to get up and take a bath. He accidentally saw something sparkling on the bedside dressing table, as it was exposed to the light reflection of the lamp.

Ezra's right fingers, reaching for the thing that caught his attention.

"What'sthis? letter, but it's obsolete? belongs to mom? or wills? and this, whose jewelry?"

The late son-in-law of Ruhama, chose to put the two suspicious items back in their original place. He will take care of his son first and wake Mita up.

"Who is the letter? curious, has Dila read?"

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