SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 129. GIFT ANA

"Assalamu'alaikum." Ezra's voice in front of the open door of the guest room, where Dila was.

The women looked to the source of the voice. The handsome husband of Devana's son-in-law stands side by side with Akbar and a prominent ustadz in the garatyar.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied the bride's companion together.

"Punten, Nak Ezra is willing to hand over the dowry and pray for the good of their household," the elder opened the chat still at the door.

A newly remarried couple wearing a maroon couple suit. Gamis also long hijab Dila, looks ordinary but precisely because of that simplicity, exudes the natural beauty of the young Madam. While Ezra clothing is also Shan, only wearing casual cocoa shirts with cutting is no less simple.

"Please come in" Davina said, opening the doors wide for the men to join them.

Danuarta's two sisters, Ermita and Shan pulled over to Dila's left side. Lined neatly in front of the closet while the three men stood behind Ezra.

Emery's son sat down beside Dila, as the old man prayed for both.

"We go out first, give them time together before being friendly for another ten minutes" Davina told all the residents who were still in the room, right after agreeing to the prayer.

Smiles spread on their faces. Mita invites Shan to stay away from her parents for a moment, joining the children of the orphanage that Vina gathered in the pendopo.

While Akbar, trying to hold Devanagari and chasing to the side terrace. This man asked for time to talk. But Mother Dila was still reluctant to accept the presence of the man who once filled his life until he continued to avoid Akbar's pursuit.

"Leave me. Later if you want to talk seriously, today my happiness and Dila. Don't ruin it" Deva said later, hoping the man would give up.

"OKs. I will not leave as long as we have not spoken," Akbar followed the will of the woman who was still ayu despite having entered the early age of forty. He left Devana in the back, alone.

Alone in silence, because everyone is focused in the front area of the house. Devana calmly looked at the spacious courtyard she had never seen since setting foot back into this house.

"How many decades, but the beauty is still the same, even more shady and modern," he murmured alone.

Asik enjoying the swirling of the cool night breeze, faintly he heard a woman chuckle. Curiosity spreads itself that has long ignored around. Deva settles towards the source of the sound.

Do not understand who and what, is being done by the woman, like it is not something good. Deva, observe from his hiding place secretly.

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While in the room.

It was not only Dila who was struck by awkwardness to be this close to Ezra after many things they had passed. Emery's son looks confused, where to start.

Silent.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"branch."

"Dear."

The two stared at each other, split a sweet smile, melting the atmosphere.

"You go first, honey."

Deghs.

Deghs.

"Didn't pray for me?" dila asked a glance at him then looked down.

"Forget. You are, pretty damn bad."

"It has nothing to do with it, let's bismillah." Please draw a stiff body so that Ezra can more easily recite a prayer of kindness to him.

Ezra then fixed the sitting position for them to face. Now he is more free to look at the face of the wife. Slowly, the burly fingers reached up to Dilara's chin, raising the head of Devana's only daughter so that the sight of the wood was more firmly etched in memory.

"Bismillah."

C-ups. Ezra kissed quickly the sensual thin lips that had been teasing.

Dila's eyes glared perfectly. He was shocked and at once upset. "Ish, bismillah means to read your prayers, isn't this it?"

Ezra laughed. "Wrong huh? it was in the sunnah too, dear, showing compassion for my wife," he deliberately teased Dila who was still embarrassed if she was alone.

"Repeat yes .. here donk."

Dila inched backwards. "Read the prayer first, come on," she said.

"Wake up yuk, read his prayer while standing," Ezra's pinta had a hidden meaning in his sentence.

Dilara was innocent, following her husband's request. Without suspecting anything, he got up. Yet...

"Aaah," cried Dila as she closed her mouth, aware that her voice was rising in surprise.

Devanagari's daughter-in-law, pulled Dila's right arm until she fell on Ezra's lap. Then hold it tight.

His right hand grabbed Dila's face to stick with her skin. Then he whispered many prayers and wishes for the beloved heart in his arms.

"Allahumma inni as-aluka khairaha wa khaira maa jabaltaha alaihi, wa a'udzubika min syarriha wa syarri maa jabaltaha alaihi. Aamiin's."

Ezra kissed Dila's cheek, then made her blush face towards him.

"Aamiin," lirih Dilara, stared inside both beads of eyes with black irises.

"Don't stay with me again, dear. Be rebuked if I am wrong and I promise I will beat you up. Ok?"

Dilara huwaida was silent, then lowered his head while nodding no longer the power to accept the sincerity emanated from the dazzling black iris.

"I ask you to continue to be patient with me. Tell me the right way in order to complain freely to Brother later," replied Dila.

Ezra understood, Dila's silent attitude for not fully trusting him just yet. He smiled, realizing his mistake.

"In the Lord. Both are Dila, learn to be a good parent for Shan and his sisters later. It's coming soon, baby, will you?" the door is still holding Mother Shan's body in her lap.

"Eh, Shan just met his Daddy, the rival is already the same candidate? no pity?" Dila doubt, although very intelligent and independent, but still Shan nature is a toddler that sometimes ego often dominates.

"Later she also understood, Shan was intelligent, just like her Mother," Ezra kissed on Dila's forehead.

"Bahar you, honey. I'm giving back the double yes, with the past. It's free to use for what." Ezra handed him a dowry box containing fifty million rupiah worth of cash.

"A lot of it, what do you do?"

"Tomorrow yuk survey, orphanage with disability. Can you use to buy their daily support needs, how?" ezra's suggestion was quickly nodded by Dila.

Geck. Geck.

"Sister, take a photo first. Guests are waiting too" Mita's voice from behind the door.

"OK." Ezra answered this time, but did not let go of the link.

"It's loose," Dilara started to rebel.

"Yuk." Ezra guided his wife up from her lap so that she could rise. Dila slowly stepped away from the edge of the bed to open the door, before his fingers were pulled back by Ezra.

Brugh.

Dila's body hit Ezra strapping body. Back into the chest deck of the field of men of Turkish descent.

"Where are you going, hurry up."

C-ups. C-ups. C-ups.

Dilara's face because of the many traces of wet kisses Ezra's ownership sign on him.

"Continued later," he said again when removing the corner of Dila's lips that were wet due to his actions.

"Ish, pervert."

Ezra ignored the protest of Devanagari's daughter, he clasped Dilara's fingers out of the room to join the guests in the pendopo.

Ten minutes passed.

Guests began to leave the location of the residence of the deceased Danuarta. Only the Akbar family remained, as well as the core residents.

Anastasya then came to bring a cold orange drink, he thrust in front of Dila. "Let's drink Dila, here's a gift from me for your wedding."

Ezra forbade Mother Shan to touch the glass, until Anastasya angrily provoked a commotion that made Dila unwell. Ruhama's adoptive daughter finally raised the glass to drink it.

"Dila, no. Let it go, no one hammers his chatter anyway," said Ezra holding the palm of the hand holding the glass.

Dilara hesitated, seeing Ezra shaking faintly.

"Why, are you afraid I poisoned Dila? how petty, is this the noble-hearted girl who is proud? cih, it turns out to be naive," said Anastasya.

"If your efforts are to harm my wife, wait for the grievous torture of El Qavi" Ezra said to his wife's half-sister.

Anastasya continued to heat up the atmosphere, until the gods also drifted in the game of scheming woman. Akbar cannot defend one of them, he is confused to choose between them. After all just drink, and Anastasya can not harm his own brother, thought the leader of Sanjaya Group.

Urged by many, Dila was forced to follow what Anastasya wanted.

"Darling, no. Trust me, No. Let him, "persuade Ezra still hold Dila's hand so as not to sip water in the glass.

"Bismillah Abang, hopefully it's okay" said Dilara although in a doubtful heart.

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