SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 122. DARK STORY

"Ndoro, maap ... Ndoro D--" whispered the ART, followed by a young woman who brought a treat for the Ndoro guest.

This graceful woman listened carefully to what her Mban conveyed.

"Leave first. I told you, don't call it that. He is healthy body, I will be there soon," said the employer.

After Art was back in, he continued the conversation that had paused.

"Sorry, there was a little bit of advertising. Found where this was?" he added, the golden scarf has now moved to the lap.

The look in his eyes sharply probed at Ezra.

"In Surabaya, in the wardrobe of my foster-in-law," Ezra deliberately hung his sentence, wanting to see the reaction of the Madam princess wedana.

"I mean how? foster-in-law? is Mr. Ezra's wife an adopted son, is that it?"

Ezra did not answer, he just nodded slowly.

"Is this really your family's? have you ever given birth to a daughter at the same time lost in almost the same time?" ezra was impatient.

This home-cooked lady is silent. He is weighing whether it is worth it if it opens a dark story that cuts wounds for all members of his family.

"W-would you like to tell the story first? until this is found?" his soft voice began to waver, slightly hoarse and stammered.

Ezra did not want to say much, two letters Mother also belongs to the baby waster handed to her.

The face of the ayu was immediately back, his fingers were shaking even more when he saw two pieces of worn paper on the table.

While the situation in Joglo is shrouded in a fog of sadness. Leon pulls over, due to reports from Rolex that Akbar is heading for their location. He also awaits the arrival of young Madame Qavi because Ezra is convinced that this is the residence of his wife's biological mother.

"The warlord is here as it were," muttered Leon arranged a strategy at Ezra's request, so that all was clearer.

Emery's biological son waited for him to read all the letters he had just grasped.

Silent.

Silent.

Blank.

Hixes. One sobbing sounded, then it turned into heart-wrenching roaring cries.

Ezra realized, he managed to find Dilara's biological parents. A word of gratitude flashed through his mind.

"Di-a .. Where is he? who's na-manya?" ask the woman.

"So right?" ask Ezra to make sure.

The woman nodded quickly. "I'm Davina."

"Alhamdulillah o Allah .. sorry, my wife is a bit less fit but I have asked here. We stayed in a cottage with two homestays in it around the Otista area ... Dilara huwaida, my wife's name, pu-tri you-is it?"

Davina just stared at the bead in the eyes of the handsome male eagle before her. He hesitated to tell the truth.

In silence, the voice of the housekeeper broke the atmosphere.

"Ndoro, punten, anu.." a voice of worry came out. The face of the old woman was increasingly frightened to make Madame Davina rise up to leave Joglo.

"Excuse me Mr. Ezra .. I go inside for a while, please enjoy our dish," he said later.

A few minutes passed.

After calming someone down, he returned to meet Ezra in Joglo.

When he arrived.

There was a commotion between Ezra as well as a man who was well known by his family. Leon held Anastasya to not take part in the argument of the two men.

"Mas Ak-bar?" call Davina on the arrogant man.

"Deva, Deva .. It's you, you want to remember right? I found our daughter, finally," said Akbar who got the screams of his other daughter. He approached Davina, about to grab the woman.

"Stop. Don't be so rude!" said the Madam's personal assistant.

"She's my wife! still my wife!" akbar sanjaya.

"Appa! PAPA! JUST YOUR WIFE'S MAMA!" shouted Anastasya did not accept that his father was double.

"EVERYTHING IS QUIET!" exclaim assistant Davina loud.

"Please sit down Mas Akbar, Mr. Ezra, Mr. Leon as well as you, Miss," Davina is still trying to soften even though hatred reappears to the surface.

Huft. Breath of the inhabitants of Joglo.

"Mas Akbar, where have you been all this time? what do you mean now you are present? taking your daughter? from our happiness-seeking woman?" accuse Vina later.

"I can explain everything" said Akbar Sanjaya.

"Suppose!" fierce the Madam.

Glekks.

Ezra and Leon are ready to light something in their bag.

"I married Devanagari, the daughter of the lurah karanyar for loving her. Mayu village flower girl, my father's choice, Raden Budiharso Sanjaya. Our parents met during Sinuhun's birthday celebration, Nyai Arumsari introduced Devana to Dad."

"After three years of marriage, Devana never conceiving makes Grandfather urge me to immediately have offspring. Dad has been sickly so our corporate assets in Jakarta no one manages.. I then decided to replace the father position in the city, leaving Deva, here."

"Three months later, I was forced to marry one of Grandfather's acquaintance's daughters, the father said that if I had no heir then my position would be shifted by uncle. Automatically, grandfather's inheritance will change ownership, Dad finally came to urge me."

"My second marriage to Arabella took place without Devanna knowing, and the following month she became pregnant. Joy enveloped me, until I ignored Deva. I rarely visited her until my daughter Anastasya was born. My family's shutting tight about Arabella against Deva."

"The birth of Anastasya, confirmed my position as heir to two family fortunes, belonging to Arabella as well as grandfather. Because it's my daughter's presence, the key to everything."

"Getter busy with work activities, I occasionally go to Jogja to see the state of my wife who is still very ayu. That night, our cold relationship warmed up again until one month later I returned to Jakarta. Communication was not as sophisticated as it was now, we just sent letters or all the things Deva said when I came home."

"Bre-ng-sek!!" ezra Cibir.

"You are the same!!" akbar Sentak.

"Shut up, continue.." exclaimed the Madam.

Akbar continues the story of a life that incised wounds.

"Whoever leaked this secret to Deva, once she visited me in the night office, crying that I never returned her letter again ... to be honest, I never received a letter from Deva. No less surprised, my wife is pregnant."

"My position is difficult, if Arabella and Grandpa knew, maybe he would ask for separation or I would have to divorce Devan. I loved my first wife, and it was impossible to leave her when I found out that there was my flesh and blood in her womb. Finally, I hid Devana in the apartment while waiting for the birth of my son."

"But everything is beyond prediction. Arabella and grandpa know, they're wrathful. As much as I could save Deva and my son from them. All I could still control until that day, January 24, my wife gave birth to a beautiful daughter ... I still remember the face of the little baby when Deva pinned the scarf of the mother's legacy as a blanket, because according to Deva it represents the presence of the mother when accompanying labor ... but when I left my first wife after giving birth because Dad was critical, my newborn daughter was missing."

Pause.

Hixes. The heavy voice of the man towards dusk was coming out.

Akbar's cry broke, his sturdy shoulder shaken violently. The father died just as the newborn was kidnapped and dumped by someone.

"I-I .. I found out with all my might, with all that I had until the presumption that Emery was involved in it stuck in my brain. Because at that time, my father was competing for a big tender with El Qavi.

"Fu-ckkk!! you slander Papa! at that time my Papa just pioneered the ups and downs, where it might do a heinous act!" Ezra rages about to beat Akbar but is prevented by Leon.

Trings. Akbar threw one object on the table.

"THIS IS WHAT?! found in the car that dumped my daughter, he was ushered in by the driver of Dad after your last meeting, exactly one day before he died, and my son is missing!" akbar sent a pin with the initial letter E.

"Ask your daughter .. or any Arabella confidant!! it doesn't belong to my family!" exclaim Ezra is no less fierce.

The argument that Akbar lay on Ezra was broken by the handsome man of Emery's pride.

"I know everything because Papa told me all the important stories except yours. Precisely Raden Budiharsa Sanjaya asked Papa to take care of you from Grandpa who taught me things are not good in business .. You do not believe? wait for my Papa to come!" sergeant Ezra hits Akbar.

"A-pa? no way" Akbar said

"just fine. Is this why you destroyed El Qavi? stupid, unwarranted revenge! even the princess you are proud of has bad habits! Anastasya ... Just wait for a surprise from me," Ezra stared intently at the two.

"My, why me?" kilah the princess Akbar.

"Just wait .. Happy new year.." said Ezra.

Davina sighed. The full story of Akbar's version has been obtained, which is a hidden tale for decades. Separating destiny between wife, child and husband.

"Then what is the purpose of Mas Akbar here?" ask Davina.

"Come back to me, Deva. Let's start again, you're still my wife" Akbar pleaded. He knelt before Davina.

"Father!" Anastasya again did not accept the decision of the father.

"Ck ... Mas Akbar, after all this time, what is the use?..It is only natural that you forget us easily. The figure of Devana that you say love can not leave the impression on memory. In fact, you can't recognize my own wife very well...." Davina sneers.

"You are divorced, I take care of it myself." added Vina again.

"No, Deva! I never got the divorce papers."

"I'M NOT DEVA, YOU KNOW?" his anger he could no longer hold.

Ezra even Leon was surprised at the loud voice echoing from the graceful body before them.

"Thus ... You're bu--," asked Ezra guessing.

"Where are Deva!" the old man could not wait to see his wife. He got up and ran through the main building but prevented Abdi dalem the late Danuarta.

"You don't deserve it!" sergah princess Danuarta.

In the debate struggle between Akbar and the Madam the owner of the residence. Suddenly...

"... I also want to apologize to him" a woman's voice said.

All eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

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