SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 141. HONEYMOON

For almost a week, they were both in neighboring Malaysia. Ezra introduced Dilara to many friends who settled there, including his cousin Sabrina.

This morning Dila was still reluctant to get off the hotel bed where they were staying. Even during the breakfast session he asked for his breakfast ration to be delivered to the room by room service.

Although persuaded by all means, Ezra finally gave up. He went down to the restaurant alone for breakfast in the absence of Dila.

"My body hurts all, Brother is outrageous," complained Mother Shan from under the covers.

I heard the door open, Biip.

There was a sound of something placed on the sofa table in their room.

"Honey, eat first yuk," called Ezra but Dila was unmoved, still curled up, curled up on the bed.

Inexhaustible, he approached the bed and raised a crazy body that increasingly contained to wake up from his sleep.

"Let go, put me down. Sleepy .. don't want to," Dila revolted in Ezra's arms but wasn't in the man's arms.

"Don't pretend to sleep, breakfast first so there is Honey energy, then to the spa. I won't bother you anyway" she whispered in Dila's ear as she sat on the sofa.

"Mode. Tempo day too, do not disturb and then invited nyalon, spa ... night? battered again, yes the same," dwarf Dilara, swiped his head back using a blanket even though still in Ezra's arms.

Shan's father laughed.

"And I asked the therapist not to use fragrances while you were there, honey. But you are that, behind the room even as crazy. Who told me to raise the mood, this is also .. more and more contained kayaknya yes," Ezra touched one of Dila's twin assets. He felt a significant change, even fittingly with his grasp now compared to before.

Mother Shan, bristling. Already know where will end if continued.

"Detach, not off. I'm craving, go home alone," threatened Dila, his round eyes open, glaring at the sign he was angry.

As usual, Ezra did not respond to his abaegee wife's rampage. Like the wind, it was fun to see Dila angry at him. Women of noble descent, in fact, can never vent anger if for trivial things.

"Udah ah, hurry up breakfast first. I'm gonna take a shower, Sabrina's waiting for us in under an hour, Dila. Discussing Zayn's crimes in that country ..he's my brother but how else yes, Kevin's death can not be ignored, also illegal concoction drug practices. Oh yeah, Velma survived death even though she's still in intensive care."

Ezra sat Mother Shan on the sofa still wrapped in her blanket. Then he walked to the bathroom. There's a lot of work to do today with Sabrina. Serum samples from Anastasya's drink against Mother also while in Jogja, Sabrina will investigate in the laboratory of Dubai headquarters.

Emery's daughter-in-law took off her blanket, after making sure her husband left. Dila enjoyed breakfast quietly. Before long, there was the sound of water from the shower cabin in the bathroom.

"Zayn, may your punishment be worth it. Here, your crime of Kevin and Cheryl's death because Velma was related to you .. trafficking, because Katrin was sold to the club also stalked Dila, making a scene at the Mansion."

All these thoughts are in the brain. The cold shower in fact can not fade everything that his sister has done.

"One Mother, different fathers. It's complicated, my mother is very beautiful, it's natural that Papa fell in love again after being hurt let alone still keep the same love. Ckckck, my fate gini very yes," he murmured again still in the bathroom.

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"If only, you felt so I. Will not be able to accept your heart .. this pain, so severe."

"Go far away, leave peri .. don't care a bit."

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Ezra imitates a fragment of Judika's temple. His eyes closed, enjoying the water droplets to disguise the pain in his heart as well as the melt of his tears.

The sound of the water falling gurgling heard the faint sound that arose from the push of the bathroom door, until Ezra did not realize that someone had entered the shower cabin.

Dila hugged her husband's innocent body from the behind.

"For me, what a thing you have." He leaned his head on the breadth of his sturdy back with an incision scar on the left shoulder blade.

"Baby."

Young mistress Qavi's lentic fingers follow the length of the wound scrapes the remaining stitches of the operation there. The memory was back when he saw this the first time, when Ezra slept on his stomach without clothes. Dilara finally knows the story behind all thanks to Leon.

"Luka Tuan Muda for saving his mother from Abdul Manaf's rampage when they were at odds when Mrs Fransiska was asked to return. That is why, the young master still loves the mother even though she is hurt. Because returning to Abdul Manaf is also a disaster for Madam ..the reason that he often mentions the name Ezra, because he regretted having thrown away the boy who was very affectionate even though he hurt."

"That's why he didn't clarify the details of this while in Jogja, Zayn said his mother often called Young Master's name. His reason? because your husband doesn't want to, Zayn hates his parents."

Leon told a long story about the heartbreaking story of the husband. Ezra will not open things if the pain he feels has not subsided.

"Baby, no."

Dilara finally understood, all this cold, haughty, rude and insensitive attitude appeared because of the wounds of the past.

"It's also about me. Lukaku, but it will change happily."

Princess Devana rubbed the scar that was drained of water, dipping it long there.

Sounds of subtle stuffing that Ezra is resistant to. Mother Shan just hugged tightly, kissed the open back of her mighty husband.

The shower session together made the young man Qavi more relieved. Slowly the burden of the heart that he had missed thanks to the lady ayu.

Dila gently rubbed her husband's head with a small towel after bathing earlier. Lots of little kisses there. Not only does he want to be loved, but the husband also needs a booster, especially from his soulmate.

Ezra enjoys all the sweet treatment Dilara has for her. The beautiful moment now belonged to them after many years apart.

"Well dry, here's the shirt. My big baby, want a date at once work." Seloroh Dila, trying to entertain a man who turned quiet.

"The more you love me, baby."

Rather than many words, this time Dila took the initiative.

C-ups.

"Love you too Daddy Shan, much more than before, happy ever after. Promise yes, no more injuries, you have to share me."

Dila then sat on her lap, holding her arm around her husband's neck.

Ezra nodded, stroking the glowing cheeks in front of his face. Scrutinize in the iris of the dark brown eye. No matter what the ambush, his heart warmed up filled with love nan so great from the wife he had ever let go.

"Alhamdulillah, Dilara my wife."

C-ups.

Back linking the chewy part of the sensual lips of the two, enjoying each other's taste, without lust is just an expression of how grateful they are now.

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