SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 149. HOPE

The crowded week that Ezra lived invited the sympathy of the young Madam. Later in the afternoon, the time for pregnancy control after two weeks of her total bedrest.

No significant complaints felt by Dila because of this second pregnancy. All the residents of the house seem to be fighting for each other to take care of the baby well.

"Don't go home, finish the Zayn trial first. Also regarding Alyssa ... we can reschedule the control," replied Dila on the call being connected.

"Love Daddy, so much .. hmm, already ate a lot. My weight rose dramatically compared to Shan's pregnancy first, it's already ah hard to make way later .. love you too, darling," Shan's voice accompanied Dila's love speech at the end of the connection.

After the phone is closed.

"Mommy, call Oma Dubai .. call Oma. Shan wanna say something just a moment," pinta fat boy, but Dila said not enough pulses. Wait for dad to arrive.

Looks gratefully disappointed in chubby's face, but Dila immediately tepis by switching the topic of conversation.

"Shan, ready to go to the dorm? so hafiz the kid?"

"Hem, ready."

"What will Shan say if anyone asks about Qavi's name?"

"Nothing's."

"Why? just shut up or just want privacy, protect about your identity?" guess Dilara.

Shan nodded. "I'm just wanna people know me as Shan, not because I was son of Ezra El Qavi .. or if people know me as his beloved son, ' he said, I need to have something special skill, right moms?" said Shan.

(just want to be known as Shan, not because Ezra El Qavi's son or if he is known for the greatness of his father's name, Shan must have the ability to make him special)

"Oohh, My Baby Boy. So wise, how old are you? three years ahead but very wise," praised Dilara.

"Because of Mommy, who taught Shan."

"Oh yeah? by?"

"books. Siroh Nabavid ... Rosulullah is narrated as an intelligent child, brilliant .. its like title: special since youth," Shan pointed to a book in a container box.

Collection of books serial Siroh Nabawiyah with the main title Muhammad is My Hero, almost in the past exhausted by him.

Apparently Shan absorbed what he heard and witnessed, even more imitating all the wise attitude of the prophet from a young age.

"For Rosulullah the lover of Allah .. then Amaze, there are no two in the world .. but if you, because it has been read a lot since the womb even when you were a baby, by Father. All your books, in his selection, made Shan special to us.. so, are you proud of him, Shan?"

"Sure. Shan is proud of Dad, love him so much. Read that yuk moms," Shan got out of bed, carrying a book called Khulafaur Rashidin and another with the title 101 things I learned in architecture school, a comic adaptation version.

"Book one, OK. But this other one's heavy darling, not yet time for Shan. It belongs to Dad, right? where'd Shan get this?" To his astonishment, Ezra's habits were sometimes beyond his logic. He often crammed Shan with midle-class reading books over the age of the boy.

"Daddy give it to me, yesterday after brunch. Mommy was sleeping," Shan replied proudly, that his father gave the book as he read it.

(Dad gave it to me, yesterday at mealtime before lunch, when Mother was sleeping)

"Hmm, Okay. Let Daddy explain later. Mother read about the story of friends in the days of Rosulullah first yes," said Dilara, patting the side of the pillow so that Shan comfortable.

Verbal audio stimulation continues to be done both because the age of the Golden Age will not be repeated.

Towards Isya.

Ezra had just returned, his face looking tired as he walked into the room.

"Honey, sorry," he complained when he saw Dila was still teaching in bed.

"Wake up first. I'm ready for some warm water, you know, you know, or you wanna eat first?" tawar Dila, could not bear to see her husband kuyu.

"No, stay there Dila. I can do it myself. Had eaten before going home .. just want to hug you," replied Shan's father as he walked into the closet.

Thirty minutes later.

Ezra was already behind the blanket, sharing the warmth with the future Mother.

"alot's decision. Team lawyer he's dying. But if you escape here, Sabrina is waiting in Sharjah so I'm not so worried. Anastasya's testimony confirmed a little bit of all the evidence we have ... Zayn, you've left Alyssa to me. The day after the final verdict, the girl will come .. Are you okay, honey? Your visa there is also being taken care of Andre," the heavy voice is getting weaker, looking very tired.

"Your parents, honey. Banget, until nausea and dizziness there this afternoon," Ezra pulled the body of Mother Shan in an embrace.

Both try to rest all the organs of the body. Relax to make tomorrow fresher.

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The day after tomorrow. Tribunal.

Zayn was confirmed not present at the verdict on the grounds of his health drop. Ezra knew he was accompanying Alyssa before entering Bui.

Rolex said the possibility of the sentence falling between ten years in confinement or in exchange for a fine and a reduced sentence if they appeal later.

Today, take the judge's hammer. Dilara forbade Shan's father from going to court.

The pregnant woman was pampering her husband, lying on the bed in their luxurious room. Princess Devana massaged her head as well as the Qavi leader's face and turned off all communication access. Dilara understood, Ezra's heart was agitated.

"They're my sisters, honey. I-" he said softly.

"I knew. We ignore today, just for a moment so that the heart is ready when it hears uncomfortable news. Now my brother's completely up until the sun slips and changes the moon."

Mother Shan, switch the topic.

This time, what name do you want?" Dila guided the burly hand to rub his stomach.

Ezra shifted the position of the body, now his head was sideways even though it was still in Dila's lap.

"It's starting to look like yes, but you're getting pregnant, baby." Instead of stroking, Ezra instead opened his wife's nightgown, giving many wet kisses imprinted there.

"Dien's martyrdom, may he be a just man who clings to religion."

"If women?"

"Eiliya Shazi, God's gift, calmness .. because you, very relaxed to live this all despite a lot of pressing business," he said gently.

"Aamiin .. hopefully next month is all done, just focus on the Rolex wedding, Kak Mita's fiancee event and Shan's starting to enter the dorm," please Dila can't wait to breathe the air outside.

"Don't forget to Malay, check-up the latest condition of your hearing and if so, continue the study right?...one more, as well as consultation whether action can be taken even though pregnant," ezra reminded Dilara to put her interests first.

"Although it's risky, I don't want to. My son is worth much more."

"You guys, it's precious to me. Have five exclamations, baby," Ezra more and more popped his head, kissed Dila's stomach.

The lentic fingers gently rubbed Ezra's head, which was being spoiled with it.

"A lot of it, I'll get old later."

"Let's draw the same I .. not good too anyway, said ped-ophile kayak, bininya still a schoolboy .. anyways mumpung have an abege wife, must be maximized," always Ezra was rewarded pinch bertubi.

"Calculate the age of Honey, no abomination. Early thirty, I want to stop getting pregnant huh. Focus on accompanying them .. so maybe one or two more, four enough," Dila bargained, he also wanted many daughters so that the old days will not be lonely like Mother, he said, Mama and her Papa.

Ezra grabbed the palm with a diamond-ringed fingers, pulled close to his lips and then kissed long there.

Dila, enjoying what her husband was doing, looked at the eagle bead under his face, on the pedestal of both thighs. Mother Shan's left hand, still gently rubbing the head of the soulmate as if to say that grateful to have it.

"It's always healthy, baby, accompany me to old age. Until the children all grow up and get married, then come back there's just the two of us. love you Dilara Huwaida."

Dilara smiled, while doing the same. Link their hands, Dila kecup. "Love you too Ezra El Qavi, I am grateful to have you."

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