SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 143. MOOOODD

"Darling!" Ezra held the weight of his wife's body, which staggered as she stood up abruptly from sitting earlier.

"Sleepy, pu-sing. How the hell, confused. That's what it is," he whispered in Ezra's arms, ignoring the surroundings.

Shan's father's cry had momentarily invited the attention of many pairs of eyes in the Hotel restaurant.

"Manja very Bun, tumben. Yes, yes, up. In the afternoon if you're better, we'll go" he said.

Dilara ignored Ezra's words, still coolly enjoying the warm body of Father Shan who hugged him tightly.

The Qavi couple walked slowly, wrapping their hands behind each other's bodies. Another thing with Dilara, both of his arms he clasped around Ezra's waist.

"May Allah. I hope that. Somehow this time I'm really enthusiastic that Dila .. see how my wife keeps her pregnancy until birth while pregnant Shan first, I so want to have a lot of children from her."

Although uncomfortable with the gazes of the people they met when passing by, Ezra did not bother. After all they are halal couples even though the age difference is quite far apart.

"You're still looking like a high school kid, so I'm mistaken for a sugar daddy gatel" Ezra complained in the elevator. Conclude different types of views along the way from the resto to the elevator.

Dilara laughs, "The fate of me donk yes, can sugar daddy super cute, give me a ki-ss," said Dila spoiled.

Didn't you hear his hearing wrong? Dilara asking?

"Hmm really like this. But then, it's time to be alert first. Strong enough yes. You don't go fishing, honey."

"What the hell is that? fishing what? I asked ki-ss not to be loved," murmured Mother Shan annoyed but still did not release her arm link from Ezra's waist.

Ting. Elevator door opens.

Again, a strange view of the hotel guests who saw the affection of the two of them. Dilara did not like that small look.

"Halal," said Dila as she lifted and spread the right palm embedded in the couple's wedding ring in front of Ezra's chest, so that some couples waiting for them out of the elevator saw the sparkling object.

As their views changed, Ezra smiled at his wife's behavior. Slowly Qavi's couple exited the elevator.

"Sorry, excuse me" said Ezra, splitting the crowd in front of the elevator.

"Juliders, basic netizens .. betar again later so lambe, aka ghibah when it does not understand the truth. Nyebelin," said Dila uncharacteristically, responding to others who had no interest.

Shan's father simply rubbed his head slowly, kissing there while attaching an access card to keep the room door open.

"Bobok."

Dila pulls Ezra's hand, invites him to sleep. Hugged himself. There is no rebuttal from the man of Qavi descent, he follows all the wishes of his wife even though drowsiness has not ambushed the body.

Ten minutes passed.

His strapping body is still very tight in the hug, shifting just taking the phone from the pants pocket was difficult.

"Have you slept? what a big chuck."

Feeling that Mother Shan was already slumbering, Ezra slowly shifted her position. He forgot to tell Shan and his in-laws that the day after tomorrow they would return.

Just got your feet down slowly about to touch the floor. A voice shocked her.

"A-aabbaaaang, where are you going? I said I was going to sleep" cried Dila.

"Geez, not anywhere. Call Shan, we'll be home the day after. Notar yes," said Ezra, this time standing on the side of the bed.

Dila crying.

"Well, so this is it?"

Emery's son continues his intentions. He returned to his place, hugging Dila.

"Here, sleep again."

Dila dismissed Ezra's invitation. "Where's the phone?"

"Make what?...this?" reply Ezra while handing over his cell phone.

The sophisticated black-clothed wire was plundered and hid under a pillow.

"Can't call anyone. Brother got me, period!"

"Call Shan and Mama Loh Darling. Earlier he sent the same message I have not had time to reply, "persuade Ezra worried when his family encountered difficulties there.

"Can't. My brother!" Exclaimed Dila, this time accompanied by a hoarse voice resisting sobs.

"Patience, Za .. patience..."

Instead of being upset, Ezra was excited. That handsome face was beaming seeing Dila sulking at him.

"Yes yes, I belong to Dilara huwaida. A million percent only has Dila, Shan's mother...."

"Just Dila, just mine," Mother Shan wiped the clear grain that appeared at the corner of the eye. Inching her face against the chest of the field of the husband. Back curing.

"Shan's a nobody, honey. Jealous?"

"He's a man too."

Ezra laughs. "Astaghfirullah, Dila. Shan is a kid, what does a guy want anyway?"

"He's a man in a small form. Still a man's soul, you guys when you meet, ignore me."

This time Emery's son could no longer help but laugh. Hearing the silly words came out of Dila's mouth, but she was also her mother. The relationship of the father of the child is natural if it is closely intertwined. Ezra.

Deghs.

Dilara pulled a coarse blanket until it was wide open.

"Am I not sexy anymore?" Dila rose from his position. Hijab release .. and ...

Glug.

"Darling, don't go fishing."

"Am I less attractive now?" off is the robe that Dilara wears. There are only two strands of yarn left, not covering the perfect chewy and tempting mound.

Devana's daughter-in-law raised her head. Massaging the temples slowly. "Sabbaaaarrrr o Allah, hold it."

Ezra immediately pulled the half-plain body, and covered it with a blanket. But apparently it was not the right step because Dila was now on top of Father Shan's body.

"I'm not sleepy. Answer the question, am I no longer attractive to you?"

"Dear, down."

Instead of ending the action, Mother Shan even more. The taste ripples spread throughout the body, pumping the heart rate faster to supply oxygen also drain blood to each joint. Shaking nerves so that sensitivity increases sharply.

Eughhmm. "Don't blame me yeah," Ezra's on fire.

Sets. Dila stopped, inching from his half stiffened body.

"Hmm, not ah. Want to take a shower first, it's not good to feel sticky," Dila stopped the action, he got off the bed leaving Ezra just to go to the bathroom.

Heh.

Ezra. "Astaghfirullah .. This is not yet certain yes, still gray but the behavior is so ... Honey, I'm claustrophobic!" yells.

Be upset and angry at who, he wants it. Ezra just rubbed the rough face, neutralizing the taste and heartbeat to calm down again.

...***...

Ba'da Maghrib, the hospital.

Although Dila refused to check the hearing condition today, but Ezra insisted because he had made a consul's appointment with the best doctor.

For an hour, the wife who was a lot of behavior was doing various tests in the doctor's room.

"He's not a congenital defect, is he? today's test results will be sent to email Mr. Ezra yes, in the meantime only first. Hopefully it can be done grafting cochlea, especially for the right ear is not so severe," explained the doctor.

"Good, Doc. Have other requirements if you want follow-up action?" ask Ezra before they leave.

"The history of medical records is also a reference to actions that have been done before, can be prepared if you want to return," continued the Doctor.

Once all is clear, and Ezra notes in his cell phone notes. They walked out and out of the room.

There was no conversation along the hallway to the basement, even as Ezra's rental car re-entered the hotel lobby.

"Darling, how come it's diem?" Ezra turned to his left before getting out of the car.

"I'd like to take a quick dip in the room," he was embarrassed.

"Don't PHP, Dila."

"No." The sweet smile of Mother Shan adorned the oval face that was getting a lot better in Ezra's eyes.

Glug.

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