SOUND FOR DILARA

THE EXTRA PART 2

Fecundo.

Garden Family Party held by both newlywed couples, feels warm and full of familiarity even though only attended by relatives and close friends.

The wedding ceremony of Rolex and Katrin was completed. Sonny looks lethargic, the love that has just sprouted was forced to prune and then sow soda fire so that it no longer grows.

Maybe because he felt his mood was bad, the man vented his frustration at Winda who was present there. Just because of a trivial thing, scramble dessert plate to take a slice of fresh fruit.

Tension ensued, a fight between the two different assistant bosses finally invited the attention of Dila who would resign.

"Kalain both do not fight often, later mate because Mba Willa will be my driver after returning from Malay later and temporarily because I am not here, he will be the liaison for Shan's needs as well as Zayn's," Dila reprimanded the two as she passed by.

"Sir, please bring my mother home. Papa Emery and Kak Mita together with Sonny," asked Dilara on Winda.

"Ok, Non. What a see, have a crush on Lo!" replied Winda to Dila while sneering at Sonny.

"Damn, ogah. Kawe girl!" sonny Ejek.

"Heh, can you tell me where Ori and Kawe are? single timeless is proud, feel teak wood, getting older more expensive .. ck, this model that there is kropos first. Even if I had a kave, it would not be able to buy," sergeant Winda was no less cruel.

"You--" said Sonny.

"Have ... embarrassed brawling on old. Just be careful, you guys. Just be careful if you fall in love, I call penghulu at that time."

Ezra is pinching the waist of pregnant women passed from the front of two people who are in conflict because of unclear things to the parking lot.

Shortly after Ezra made sure his family was safe with a seat belt.

"We went to Papa Akbar's house, but before leaving," Ezra advised his wife, trying to knit again the broken ties.

"Mama forbid, but how good. He also wants to deny that he is still my Papa, right? business with Mama yes let it be their problem," Dila finally melted.

Porsche Baxter metallic silver left the wedding venue for a female-only rutan before heading to Akbar Sanjaya's house.

"Ko come here?"

"You, you want to see Anastasya? if you mind, don't."

Dilara. "Ok, just a second. May he be in good condition inside" replied the Shan Mother.

The Qavi couple entered a special waiting room on the right side of the building. Shan begins to get sleepy in Ezra's arms when the warden says Anastasya refuses to meet but leaves a letter.

Dilara read the lines in it. "Hmm, she's not feeling well anymore scared of my nularin. Uh, she knows who I'm pregnant from?"

"I share the news to Akbar if you want to have more grandchildren, sorry dear," said Ezra a little unkind.

"What's wrong, Papa must know so that my son is prayed for by his parents. Madam Asyraf also got this news, right? and he is enthusiastic even every morning send prayers for us," said Dila, a lot of goodness in a prejudice. It's just that we often reject the reasons for their crimes in the past. Allah is Forgiving.

Ezra rubbed his wife's head. Then ask Dila to reply to the contents of Ana's letter.

Finished in the female role, the romantic couple continued their journey to the Sanjaya Mansion Group.

Nearly an hour spent splitting the streets of the capital. Finally the sports car owned by the leader of the EQ Building entered the territory of Papa-in-law.

Dilara is amazed by the row of luxurious mansions along the entrance of Sand Land, an elite area at the southern end of Jakarta.

Tin. Tin.

"Until." Ezra pressed the horn so that the sturdy towering black gate opened.

Before long, a man approached and asked the car to drive slowly to the left wing and enter the garage.

Ezra followed the instructions, until the car was parked beautifully according to the direction of the guard. "Down yuk. We did it last night here" asked Ezra in Dila's nod.

Heart palpitations, her husband never talked to her about this. Just on the trip, Ezra expressed all these good plans.

There is gratitude to spread while hesitating to touch Dila's heart. The eldest son Emery then grasped his wife's fingers to enter the magnificent dwelling together.

"House of Maa Shayah Allah."

"My wife turned out to be a billionaire" whispered Ezra at the bewildered look of Dilara.

"Know why Anastasya and her mother are worried about you, dear. Their treasures are like the ruler of Orba," added Ezra again as the head of the household greeted the two who were still standing at the door.

Dilara only smiled faintly in response, she did not think of any treasures.

The senior servant then led them to the living room.

"Master. Raden Ayu Dilara has arrived" he told a person sitting alone in a large, super-luxury room.

The man looked towards the couple who were still standing. Slowly, he got up from his comfortable seat.

"Di-Dila."

"Go on Darling. Sapa Papa," whispered Ezra as he pushed Dila's back slowly.

Dilara turned her head towards her husband, her eyes glazed over. Akbar who he met today is much different from the first time they met in Jogja.

Shan's father nodded faintly, with a sharp eye gesture as if to say, go.

"Papa." Dilara stepped quickly, squandering in the arms of a male figure over half a century old.

"My daughter .. forgive Papa yes, son. Sorry...." Akbar hugged the princess tightly, his twilight face wet by the melt of tears as well as the sedu sedan he spilled.

Ezra let the two dissolve in the atmosphere of haru, for the first time touching physically.

After a while.

"Za, put Shan to bed in that room. Then you rest gih, later in the afternoon we coffee ... Nduk, you're healthy, right?" tanya Akbar while rubbing her son's stomach.

"Alhamdulillah, doain ya Pa. Dila wants to go to school again next month to Malay, come home here once a month even if you allow it and can fly back and forth."

"God, follow what your husband says. If Papa misses, then go there. Can you, Za?" akbar asked his son-in-law.

"Hmm can, just three months ko there," added Ezra responded.

Dila was reluctant to take a nap, she was still cool talking with the father in the family room.

...***...

Next month.

Winda had picked up Shan and immediately brought the handsome son to the airport where his parents were waiting because he would immediately leave for Surabaya.

Spent two hours in the air again.

Night, Surabaya.

The atmosphere of Ermita's proposal preparation with Raden Mas Arjuna Fawwaz has been completed. The shades of blue dominate the decor this time.

Dilara amazed, all looks simple but still impressed luxurious. Including the uniform that he will wear tomorrow.

"It's really pretty mummy," said Ezra when the tailor asked Dila for fittings.

"Ndoro Dila ayu natural, Den. Pregnant again but body goals yes still. Slim just madet, his stomach does not look even ... This is kegedean yes, Den, Ndoro?" ask the assistant designer.

"My wife is that. Sexy and ayu .. It's not so small, I don't want Dila's curves to be seen."

Princess Devanagari agreed with her husband. He still wants to wear a loose dress so that freely breathe also maintain the courtesy of dress.

Next morning.

As the eldest brother, his task of representing the Father welcomed guests in front of the house when the group of Ermita candidates arrived.

"Well, Miss Naya?" Ezra was surprised when the group he welcomed, was his colleague. He then extended his right hand, greeting someone behind Naya.

"Eh, this is Ermita her sister Mr. Ezra ... Hello Miss Dila, how are you?" napa Naya was equally surprised.

"Thank God be good, Miss Naya," replied Dilara.

"Hello Mr. Ezra, I'm Mahen." Mahendra welcomes Ezra's hand.

"Yes, my youngest brother. And Arjuna?" answer Ezra.

"Different soup uyut. Also coincidentally, Arjuna's sister was my second sister's wife. So yes it is still a brother.." obviously Naya still stands in front while the other family already occupies his position.

"Oah, Kusuma too but Sepuh different. I understand, the world is narrow .. we become brothers with these famous designers, also duh I insecure met the master of IT also the owner of the leading agency bodyguard," ezra praised the greatness of Kusuma's name.

Continuing the exciting chat after the event, became an important point for both couples discovered by a love trip.

Naya and Dilara are getting more familiar and exciting discussing everything until.

"Sister, sign Fayyadh yes. I was nyuin Athirah first. Qolbi was ahead," Pinta Aiswa paused their chatter.

"Eh, Fayyadh who participated hafiz child, famous for the melodious voice during the adhan is not this?..Sama Shan, do not know dear? but Shan's playing, Fayyadh wants to join?" tawar Dila when he saw a handsome little boy.

"Do you know Mama?" ask Aiswa to Dila.

"Shan, my son is in training in the hafiz dormitory as well. Like different rooms yes." replied Dila explained.

"Umma, I don't understand" whispered the handsome son. Aiswa then says the point of her parents' conversation is until the boy finally joins Shan.

"I'm sorry, I'm deaf so some words are hard to pronounce. Not yet operated because Brother said delay until my womb is really strong." Dilara understood that Aiswa seemed to be digesting her sentence.

"Eh, not that. We really understand, even do not think that Miss Dila it .. cool, Shan is famous for being very strict tajwidnya. Studying where?" Aiswa finally joined them.

"Alone, had studied with syech in Sharjah but not for long," said Dila, reaching for the palm of the baby girl in the arms of Aiswa.

"Maa is Allah." The two Kusuma women exclaimed, amazed at the ability of the female figure before them. Within his limitations but able to educate Shan very well.

"We're brothers."

"It's pregnant, but it doesn't look like it. Very beautiful, good-looking Shan pantesan also smart, Mama like this .. I want, Mr. Ezra said, the secret wife of the past was yes, ckck was really worth making in secret." Puji Naya remembers when their first meeting, Dila was pregnant Shan also her body remained slim.

Dila rejected all the compliments placed by the two women Kusuma, instead he felt dwarfed by them.

The chat of the parents is no less exciting with the two boys who just got acquainted with each other.

"Hi Shan's. I'm Fayyadh."

"Campaign, Fayyadh. Your goals are the same as mine? want to be hafiz?" ask Shan.

"Yes the same because Abiku hafiz." Fayyadh smiled proudly.

"OKs. Promise yes, hafiz. So Mommy has a beautiful crown from me." Shan was no less proud to mention his mother who was very dear to him.

The two fingers of the boy were adrift, holding a promise. Will they meet again someday?

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