SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 131. LOVE FORM

"Love you dear," Ezra kissed at the top of the head of the woman he was holding.

It's ten o'clock at night.

I heard a few voices passing through their room. Perhaps Akbar and Anastasya have resigned. Recalling the incident, Ezra inching his body slightly away to reach the phone he placed on the table.

"Look at you sleeping since I had a fever due to the effects of drunkenness, it was the first time Dilara had not worn the hijab in front of me. Also, the face and curves of the body are sensual but covered in loose robe, reluctant to fade from memory," murmured Ezra, observing the clingy every inch of his female posture.

"You're getting sexier, Dila," he whispered as he gave a lot of wet kisses on ayu's face, until Dilara wriggled her sleep sign.

"Eggies, wake up?" the lead sees the smooth neck tie as well as the smooth shoulders that open. Ezra forgot the initial goal when reaching the device earlier.

"Baby, I can't sleep. Dila ... Dila," whispered the intimate.

Shan's mother did not move, she was getting more comfortable and soundly marked by the regular ringing of fine breath, blowing slowly.

"Well, don't use a hearing aid .. I'd whisper like you wouldn't wake up, Za," he chuckled at the absurd behavior he just did.

It flashed an initial intention when it realized the screen of the phone was on. Ezra shifts the keys to open the pattern.

The goal is a Rolex, he sends some long messages there. Then make a video call.

"The point is, make a lawsuit first. Dila is asleep, tomorrow I discuss with Mama as well. Oh yeah Lex, you guys, you guys, please take care of my father-in-law's transfer documents and counseling for him" Pinta Ezra streak. Rolex was already on his bed when he vcall.

"Boss, ciye who is not Ari Lasso," the assistant sneered.

"What's Ari lasso?" ask Shan's father to his friend's taste of aspri.

"I feel like my life is without you" Rolex frowns, mimicking a single verse of melow.

"Hmmm, yes it is good ... than you, warm greetings to my love, me who is aground and heartbroken.." reply Ezra singing the verse of the trending song timelessly devoured by age, the diva Agnes Monica.

"By the way, he's getting more familiar with the onoh, you later Lex .. don't blame me even though it has given you VVIP access but in vain," kecam Ezra reminded the Aspri not to forget to fight for his love.

"Yeee, Boss. I'm not deterred, not yet and not to be .. night time Boss, mrs asked for a donkey. Happy re-broadcast of unboxing yes." Rolex disconnects the one-sided call when it hears Dila delirious. He avoids conversations that will make him remember someone.

"Whisper Brother," complained Shan's mother as she curled up and turned around.

"Loh, can you hear?"

"I can't get off the right one, right." Dila opened her eyes at a glance, turning towards Ezra showing a small hearing aid still attached to her right ear.

Feeling a breath of fresh air, Ezra restrained his wife's body as she turned back.

"Baby, I can't sleep. Hmm...." Ezra pulled Dila's left hand, directing her palm to touch something.

Blushes. The yellow cheeks were blushing.

"Yes, can?"

Dila just nodded, then permission to the bathroom so that he was fresher after falling asleep for a while.

"Bismillah, the first duty of Dila," the inner daughter of Ruhama's foster, as she returns to the warm embrace of the husband who has been waiting in the contest.

...***...

While elsewhere.

Al Zayn enjoyed the student city night when he had just landed. Accompanied by Emery who he held hostage, but not like a prisoner in general.

The two men are more appropriate if dubbed as a father and son pair because familiarity is occasionally created in between the debate of not quality that is often thrown from them, two different men of the era.

"Why did Dila run away from me?" he said suddenly while sitting on one of the pedestrian path garden chairs.

"Because it's not destiny. Dila belongs to my son" Emery said.

"Tomorrow I promise to open up all the details as long as you don't hurt them, Zayn. Let go of your burden, son."

Al Zayn did not comment on the words of the old man sitting at the side. Alyssa's brother's heart warmed for a moment, but it was not uncommon for reality to realize that this was not real for her.

"Can I be happy? finding a sincere woman by my side?" look into her eyes at the still chaotic night traffic.

"Hopefully, back off so that God will give you the best, most suitable and sincere soul mate, "reply Emery.

After a long statement, sharing each other's feelings, the two no longer spoke. Soluble in each other's dark memories.

Emery digs into old memories he has buried deep, tomorrow is his toughest day, hopefully it can be passed well.

"Fransiska, I don't think the wounds you inflicted will be deep and dark against them."

"Until the end of your life, do you hate me so much? until reluctant to say what really happened, you are willing to bring the secret of your depravity to the grave, revenge for your misery through him. You ruined everything, but Zayn needed an explanation. He's a good boy."

Huft. Emery exhaled a breath of tightness that seemed to squeeze for decades.

...***...

Mita is still chatting with Arjuna, to express her gratitude because thanks to his help, the Qavi family can find the severed nasab belonging to his sister-in-law.

"Rest to Mita. This year God willing before the romadhon my family returned to the indo to talk about the continuation of our intentions" said Arjuna in the far reaches of the European continent.

"Yes, sleep with me. I'm how Mas Juna is. My lecture is also not over, besides this business has been handled Papa, I'm in accordance with it," Mita replied gently, she had indeed received the matchmaking that Emery proposed.

Arjuna has also expressed the intention to be serious with Mita. When he returns to his homeland later, he wants to immediately carry out the marriage contract.

If the hearts of Mita and Arjuna are warming, not much different from the atmosphere of the room opposite to him now.

Ezra is like a hungry lion who has not seen food for a long time. Smooth treatment, not infrequently aggressive makes Dilara overwhelmed serving what her husband wants.

"Dila, jang-an .. nan-ti me," raced Ezra in Dilara's ear as she pulled down the blankets that began to come down to reveal their bodies.

The bed that was originally neat, comfortable and warm immediately turned into heat due to the struggle of two people who will invite the pleasure of the world.

Not wanting to lose in a passionate fight, Ezra restored his original position. He does not want to be eliminated as the control of a hot game that continues to tempest.

"Do-a, prayer," whispered Dila unceasingly reminding.

"Can you?" Ezra paused just before the summit while whispering a long prayer.

A nod to Dila made him again encouraged to want to provide extraordinary sensations for the wife. Till..

Hoshs. Hoshs. Hoshs.

Both breaths were decapitated after being held for a few seconds in the air. They hug each other, eroding the distance so as not to create a gap in the effort to stick the skin to each other under the same veil.

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