SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 115. MOTIF OF GOLDEN SHAWL

Also hand over a letter and jewelry as the identity of the child.

The tiny red body was in intensive care for one week, Nyai was forced to return home late to Surabaya because it accompanied me, also to guarantee the baby care costs that I found.

I insisted on bringing her home, following the advice of Grand Master guest Nyai to report to the police that she had found a baby girl, complete with her chronology. Also spread banners, brochures looking for the whereabouts of the child's parents.

A week passed, finally Nyai passed my request. With the help of that conglomerate, I took care of all the paperwork of the adoption process for my baby. There's money then a smooth affair. Adoption documents will be sent to the cottage within the next month.

I'm so happy, my daughter's coming home. But this feeling at once triggers another disaster. Because of my carelessness also did not listen to the advice of the doctor at that time, two months later I felt awkwardness to him.

The next morning, I took her to a nearby hospital when I had just received a wage from another employer. Many tests were done on him, until the reading of the results, my daughter was diagnosed with hearing loss in both ears due to high noise.

The doctor asked me if I had ever traveled long before. At that moment, guilt appeared to plunge into the chest. The noise of the plane when we returned to Surabaya brought him who was less than a month old turned out to be the cause of my baby deaf.

Dhuarr. Like being struck by lightning. I'm limp.

The journey from the hospital to Nyai's residence filled me with tears. Adoption documents have been put in hand but I ruined my own daughter.

It calms me. Also willing to buy a hearing aid for a foster child I named with Dilara Huwaida. As per the trust in the letter, also a pendant with the letter D.

"Dilara in Turkish means beautiful, dear," whispered Ezra seeing his wife begin to glaze over.

"really?" lirih Dila's.

The unanimous netra continued reading Ruhama's writings.

Nyai gave the name Huwaida, which comes from Arabic with a meek meaning. I really hope she grows up to be a beautiful but compassionate princess, soft-hearted though many people will chide as a result of her birth certificate status as well as her physical state.

I'll take care of her lovingly, maybe God gave me Dilara as a convert because I was diagnosed with no children.

From this heart aches from the sneers of in-laws and husbands who remarry because I am barren. So I decided not to get married, just Dilara strengthening my life.

Call me, Mom, yeah kid.

Mother will be Dila's protector, putting up a body when someone bullies my daughter. But this heart must also be ready, if one day his biological parents ask Dila back.

My prayers may be ridiculous, rather than bear the pain of losing Dila, or being separated from her. I better not feel it all, I'll leave you to Nyai if anything happens to me, my dear daughter.

"The name you gave me, fits you, dear," whispered Ezra to strengthen Mother Shan.

Hixes. Dilara crying.

Pause.

Silent. Go to the corner of the room.

Dila, if one day you find this writing. I'm sorry, I made you disabled, son.

Mother fool, forgive this shameless old maid. You may be a daughter of noble descent if you look at the jewelry left with a golden silk scarf. I'm sorry, just take care of you as much as I can, in my mother's reot hut.

Dilara.

Grow well, sholihah, pray for Mother yes even though you were not born from my womb. I've been trying to keep looking for where your parents are from the license plate, but it seems rich people make it difficult for you to see them again.

Dilara, may you be sincere, treated by old hands who do not understand anything. Forgive me for hitting, scolding and asking you to do this. Forgive me, if you have been presumptuous to treat the daughter of a rich and respected man with a very rude.

I'm sorry, I forced you to call me MOM, even though I knew you weren't born from my womb.

Sorry, Dilara.

However, the love I give you is sincere. Mother always wishes her all the best for Dilara my daughter .. may she call you that? my daughter's...

Hixes. Dilara's tears are dripping.

"I-bu .. forever my I-bu." Dila stammered. Ezra could not do anything even though his heart also hurt to read all the Ruhama stories.

"Relse ... Dila ..." the voices of his best friend and sister-in-law called out to him.

"So me?"

"Ask Him to Nyai, honey. Probably know more about Mom's reporting of that police number. I'll have Rolex investigate" Ezra suggested to his wife.

"The other letter, Dila. Let's read it too" said Mahira reminded her friend. So that he can read the Ruhama writing that Dilara just held.

"Sister Mita, please find a golden silk scarf in that pile, no?" pinta Dila on brother-in-law.

Both friends are busy with their own business. Dila opened a letter that was no less obsolete.

Many traces of water droplets on the dark yellow sheet of paper, but his handwriting was still firm.

"Bismillah, Brother."

"Go on Darling. I accompanied," replied Ezra soothingly.

Sunday, 24 January 2002.

If you find this baby, then the date above is his birth. Give him a name beginning with the letter D, to fit the original family genealogy.

She, not a daughter born from an illicit relationship. However, it must be removed from the presence of a trace because of something. Please take good care of him. His parents came from a distinguished family, but the stroke of fate went so.

Don't lose that real identity, but you can keep this a secret from him. I leave it to you, a golden shawl and a baby's ancestral pendant.

Thanks though.

"This only?"

"Sister, this isn't his shawl? amaze really, fancy, beautiful," praised Mita as she handed the object to Ezra.

"That clue is his name, Dila. This golden scarf looks special as well as its pendant, not just anyone who has a valuable object like this in the past." explained Ezra when researching the engraving of jewelry as well as the motif of the shawl.

"So how?" Dilara can't think right this time.

"I'm going to send a photo of the pendant to Arthur, maybe he knows more about ancient jewelry" Ezra said.

The burly fingers nimbly pressed the keys on his screen, sending a message to Arthur and Rolex to investigate.

"Sister, can I help capture and send it to Mas Arjuna? if Kak Dila's biological mother is a respected person, or noble, maybe Mas Juna can help investigate because he is noble. Yes, my fellow Ningrat knows, because they usually have their own characteristics," said Mita enthusiastically.

"Aryan Fawwaz? your candidate? isn't he in Turkey?" sangkal Ezra's.

(early chapter, Mita is betrothed to a good man friend of the papa)

"Yes, but it's a Solo original. You know what family he's in Solo like?" Mita doesn't want to lose an argument.

"All right now, it's important to find a bright spot ... Dila, we go to Nyai later in the afternoon also ask for Yai's opinion about our intentions. How's it?" ezra added again, because there are many things that must be investigated since the discovery of two letters Mother.

"May, let it be more purposeful," replied Dila.

"Am I really a noble?"

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