SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 127. ON GOING

"My mom, mama."

Dilara repeatedly said similar sentences. Davina joined the women who were still sitting on the floor, embracing with both hands. Dropped a tear from the round netra that cobbled the river.

"Relse ... Dila wants to remarry with her husband, blessing yes. Akbar is here too. You remember him, right?" Davina was cautious as she said about the man who had been present in her brother's life.

Devana fell silent, like trying to remember the name her sister had just mentioned.

"Accad?"

"Yes, Raden Akbar Budiharsa Raden Budiharsa's son Sanjaya. Your husband used to be, Dilara's father," said Vina.

"My-my-my?"

Davina never mentioned the name of the man who had inflicted so many wounds on her family. Moreover, Deva also seemed to close the memory with the man, he concluded that the older brother might even have forgotten the figure because it was too painful to feel.

"Mas Akbar huh? I remember but I don't know, it feels disinclined. He has another wife Vina, prettier than me. I know all the time following to Jakarta ... very beautiful, it's worth it she ignored me," Deva slowly opened her heart wound.

"Continue Ma, take out what makes Mama sick" said Dila, rubbing the Mother's arm.

Devana looked at her daughter's bead, then turned to Davina. Suppose the sister made that pretty figure, sighing long. Although his eyes closed, but the tears never receded from there. Dila, again remove the clear lava melt from the mother's face.

"I knew it all a long time ago, before conceiving Dila. I don't know, but the wife's hunch that her husband is two can't be pathetic. Dad realized I was hurt so he forbade Akbar to see me .. However, when your husband comes home, will you ignore his presence? of course this self wants to serve well, serve wholeheartedly and love the owner of the body, half the life he longs for. And that, what Mama did, still honors your Papa, son," Devanagari said still with a soft sob.

Davina really did not think, the silent attitude of the brother turned out to dampen emotions in order to continue to be devoted to Akbar.

"O Allah, Brother, majestically," Vina haru, he cried bitterly at this moment.

Deghs.

"Maaaa," Dila felt slapped for her attitude towards Ezra.

"Mother said, no matter Akbar out there have a wife how much .. if he goes home and still applies gently to me also fulfill the obligation as a husband then it is the duty of the wife to serve. Mas Akbar, giving all my rights except the equitable inner living, I understand because we are separated .. and do not blame him," explained Devana.

"Mama never mentioned your father's name again because she knew Davina had arranged for divorce papers for me. I am no longer entitled to her figure even in memory. She already belonged to someone else completely," Devana smiled wryly at Dila and Vina then her father's face lowered.

Hearing the reason of her sister, Davina was surprised.

"Innalillahi .. forgive me, brother. I'm sorry," Davina said.

He did not realize that he had incised deep wounds, curbing the love of the brother who was still blooming. Taking a one-sided decision to the extent that he witnessed without asking Devana.

The second daughter Danuarta wept for her stupidity. He thinks what he does is the best way, but quite the opposite. He slashed away love and hope, burying it in a pit of hatred and vengeance.

Devana is not only a victim of the Sanjaya family's crimes but her own. Vina repeatedly begged for mercy on her brother.

"Oh, forget. We are all hurt ... Dila, Mama is not healthy, will Dila accept Mama?" said Devana hesitated, looking at the princess.

"Both mom, body soul. In the Lord, we can both spend time at dusk. Mama wants to, come with Dila?" pinta Ruhama's adopted daughter.

Devanagari looking into Dilara's eye bead.

"Either Darling. Ask your husband first son .. eh who is it?" Deva turned her gaze to the figure of the girl still standing at the door.

The two women turned their heads in the direction that Devana was pointing.

"Sister Mita, here ... know my Mama ... Brother Mita, I have Mama," asked Dila to wave her hand for Mita to come closer.

Ezra's youngest brother followed his brother-in-law's will, walking closer to join them, sitting on the floor.

"Halo Mama Deva, I'm Ermita sister of Brother Ezra, your daughter's husband," Mita stuck out a hand asking salim at the figure of ayu before her.

Devana received her hand. "Alhamdulillah, thank you for taking care of Dila ya Nak," he rubbed Mita's head.

Ermita glazed over, she did not have a gentle mother like her. Emery's youngest daughter whispered in Dila's ear.

"Couldn't you call Mama next, too? I miss Mama, Brother. Mita also does not have Mama," this time the stuffing Mita more clearly heard.

Devana knew what the young girl wanted and the crossbred. "Here's Nak Mita, Mama is your mother too," she opens her arms wide to welcome Dilara's sister-in-law.

Geck. Geck.

The sound of knocking at the door, ripped away the sadness. The women also broke their embrace.

Davina got up, headed for the door and turned the handle slowly so that the wooden slab was open.

"Mommy? where is my mommy?" ask the funny voice of the boy.

I looked at the source of the voice. "Over here, baby. Come on, give your Eyang, big hug and kis-s," he asks the cute, cute and adorable boy.

Shan recognized the voice of the Mother. Suddenly he ran away from the arm of Ezra, running towards Dila leaving his father.

"Mommy!" Shan hugged Mother tightly. Kiss Dila's cheeks.

"Shan?" said Deva curiously to this handsome boy.

"This is Dila's son, Ma. And there, Shan's father, Ezra El Qavi," said Dila introduced the two men.

"Shan, it's Eyang." Dilara invites Shan to get closer to Devana, guiding the boy's right arm to salim at his mother.

Eldest brother Davina was amazed, the fat boy with the same look of eyes as hers, being so sweet. "My granddaughter" he said, kissing Shan's palm.

"Don't you? mommy, what is that?" shan asked, with a distinctive face if he was confused. Apply your eyes several times in a fast tempo.

"Its like Oma, if Shan called Oma to Madam Asyraf, Eyang for Mama Deva .. she's name is Mama Deva," Shan's mother tried to explain, but the boy was confused.

"Confused? aja gini ... Oma calls for the one in Dubai and than Eyang calls for her, okay?" look at Dila again.

This time Shan nodded. "Eyang," he said, turning to Devana.

Eyang Shan grabbed his granddaughter's golden face. From the tail of his eyes, he saw a man still standing in front of the room door.

"Son Ezra? don't want to come in?" deva asked from a distance when she saw the handsome man looking at them.

"Later ba'da maghrib. If Dila is halal again for me, Ma. Please bless Mama," said Ezra, bowing politely still at the door.

Devana just smiled looking at the handsome guy in front of her. Turn to look at both.

"Mom don't understand your situation. But if Dila's willing to come back to you, Mama's willing. May this marriage reach Heaven, aamiin," her prayers glide easily.

Ezra now only expects his wife's answer. "Honey," quietly hover the signal on Dilara.

Only a faint nod accompanied by a thin smile was painted on the face of my grandson Danuarta. Making sensual lips captivating Ezra curled a line of happiness.

"I'm sorry to go out for a minute to see someone?" ezra's permission on all the women there.

"Sister, so you found the owner of the Queen's Wasp?" tanya Mita is still in her position.

"Yes, come along." take Ezra to his sister.

Davina was stunned, the guest she was going to meet was Ezra. "Well, Mr. Ezra would like to see the Queen's Wasp Owner?" ask her from behind the door.

Ezra nodded.

"That's me," Davina laughed unexpectedly that they were the same person. Ezra was surprised and relieved, all this business seemed to be facilitated by the Almighty.

Finally the meeting was canceled, the remaining time was used by the Danuarta family to prepare for the ba'da maghrib event later.

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