SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 119. RUSH

Ezra explains briefly the results of the analysis and conclusion of the argument on the basis of the information that comes to it.

In the rush, Kriing.

Dilara's husband's cell phone, which is only legal in the eyes of the law, reads. The fingers move quickly to shift the green button towards the top of the device.

"Yes? .. Was he seriously injured? Ok, arrange to go to Jogja, my people will pick her up there .. thanks Sabrina," he said as he closed the call.

Not wanting to keep any secrets from Dila, Ezra opened his voice when his wife was packing in Mita's aid.

"Sin, Katrin...."

Dilara turned towards her husband who was standing leaning against the door of Mother's room. "Why Katrin, really my guess, he's brother. Is he hurt?" ask Dila streak.

"Hem, but Sabrina said no body parts were cracked or vital organs were seriously injured. Only bruises on the cheeks as well as the stomach have not improved due to Andre's kick ... I asked Katrin to come to Jogja, keep watch if Abdeen comes after me. I will unpack all if she goes in the trap," Ezra later said.

Mita looks scary looking at the side of her brother that she has not met for a long time, when the last big incident of the family occurred.

Mita recalls the dark events in her memory, Ezra was injured while defending herself as well as Papa from the man.

"Abdeen's. I still think, brother's sacrifice for you?"

Huft.

"Why was Katrin asked to go to Jogja? Jakarta can only if only for treatment. Pity her it's holding back the pain," Dila argued disapprovingly.

"You'll know why. How I understand the girl's heart, if she knows the face of the man who killed her brother," Ezra's creepy smirk appears.

Dilara just sniffed her shoulders up, trying to ignore her even though her heart started to fidget. Mita also realized that fear was coming to cover them.

Two hours later, they are ready to leave for Jakarta.

Apparently the mother and son were hit by jetlag after their arrival yesterday. Dila looks pale when going to check in, also Shan who does not talk much even though Ezra always asks him to joke. The toddler just laughed without the intention of replying to the father's joke.

Leon repeatedly made sure all situations ahead of this departure were safe. Although he was worried about the possibility they would cross paths at the airport.

The plane to Jogjakarta began to prepare, the passenger was directed to the departure gate, just as the Ashraf Hamid jet was trying to get a landing permit.

...***...

Airport, at the same time.

Private Jet owned by Asyraf Hamid just got a landing permit on the left wing of Airports. The distance was a little further with the majestic buildings towering so they needed a connecting mode of transportation.

Thirty minutes waiting finally the merchant entourage from Sharjah arrived at the arrival gate. Regulations go well if Andre takes care of everything.

"Where are we?" asyraf hamid asked, for a moment when they entered one by one into a rented car.

"Mansion El Qavi" Andre said.

"They're not there, my informant says Ezra stopped at Dila's house, around the As-salam boarding school. Just try looking at the maps" Al Zayn chimed in.

Silent. Blank.

Asyraf hamid. Where did Al Zayn know the details of Dilara's life in the country before. The informant? who's? she's she? putting people here just for the girl he just met?

Vega gianina seems to weigh the annoying awkwardness, intruding her curiosity deeper. What is the real connection between Dila and Al Zayn and Ezra?

"What are you covering up for me? I've been working with your late father for a long time, I know your mother is from Indonesia and you have a lot of assets in this country ... tell me," the big lady said.

"Its not your business, Mam," ketus the prince's descendants.

"If it's none of my business, go as you please. Downhill!" the rich widow told him.

"OKs. I'm down. The edge!" he yelled at the driver after the car he was riding out of the airport.

Feeling privatized, Al Zayn decided to part ways with the big lady. He chose to leave the woman and return to his residence in this city to devise a plan to also wait for someone. The informant he's been relying on all this time.

Asyraf hamid riled, not expecting the young man to choose to split. Wanting to hold back because he did not know where to look, but a sense of prestige enveloped his heart.

"Bye."

"Hem, bye," replied Asyraf as Al Zayn got off the car carrying him.

Slowly, the four-wheeled vehicle drove back to the location point mentioned by Al Zayn earlier.

Thirty minutes passed. Nightfall.

Asyraf hamid's rental car arrived in an alleyway that could only be passed by one car, heading for the boarding school. The woman decided to walk down to the search point. Armed with answers from the passersby as the bodyguards asked, the wealthy widow's entourage finally arrived.

When he got there, he didn't meet anyone. His breath gasped for walking two hundred meters from the highway where his car was parked.

The woman sat on the porch, rubbing the sweat on her forehead which began to wet her face. He then received a helping of mineral water from Andre while regulating the breath. The lights are on but they don't seem a sign of life.

"Is this Dilara's house? it's old-fashioned," said the madam.

Andre combed the location but he did not encounter anything suspicious there until.

"I think they just left, ma'am. This is a new trash," said Andre.

"Said the neighbor, this afternoon Miss Dila was seen leaving the house with her husband. I don't know where to go, just say out of town" the bodyguard reported to the Madam's aide.

"Where are they?" vega Mumbles.

"If read from the final journal, it seems Ezra has known the status of his wife. Is it possible to go to town." guess Andre.

"Jogja. Devana's residence," said Vega, was still sitting on the porch and holding a bottle of mineral water.

"Mr Akbar was also detected making a flight there, Madam."

"Follow Dre, hurry." Asyraf hamid got up, took off his heels and took off with his left hand, walking barefoot.

"Come, Dre." The sexy ex-secretary ran, leaving the aide as well as the bodyguard behind.

"Mrs, your feet," exclaimed Andre, ignoring the woman.

"Don't let that woman get ahead of my argument against Dilara. Come on!" Vega's getting further and further away from them.

...***...

El Qavi Mansion.

There was an early morning commotion at Ezra's residence. The great master Emery is forbidden to go down by Jhonson who asked Ezra to accompany the Papa.

"Don't Mister. That crazy man will hurt you.." forbid Jhonson when Emery insisted on seeing him.

Brakkk's. The sound of the front door of the house, being kicked by someone.

"Emery, out!!!"

"Heh, kupra, disturb people to sleep aja ... uh, handsome, bobok aja yuk, want akikah kelonin?" Eldo held Al Zayn, teasing him in the living room before the man barged in with his bodyguards.

"GIRST!!" He pushed Eldo until the man's infected body hit a large closet.

"Auwh, like to play rough apparently," complained Eldo, he pulled the Young Master's arm.

"Detach, or battered?" threaten him with a murderous look. Jaws tightened, hands clenched, and eyes glared sharply at Ezra's gray secretary.

Eldo was undaunted, he just gripped the arm of a handsome man in front of him, not forgetting the charming smile adorning a half-masculine face.

Bugh. Dugh. Brakkk's.

There was a fight between Eldo and two bodyguards while Al Zayn breezed in.

"Master!" jhonson's voice prevented Emery from approaching the man.

"STOP! Zayn, first of all," the great master asked.

"Where is he? I asked you nicely. WHERE?!" the handsome young man was riled up.

"Zayn, please .. sit down yeah, we talk. Don't do this, son. Come on, here.." take Emery gently, slowly he pulled the arm of the handsome young man to sit on the sofa with him.

"Son...."

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