SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 22. FIX, SIR

"Master? you call me Sir?" Ezra glared at Dilara who was sitting next to him.

"Then who should I call you?" Dilara is back to writing.

"Sir" he said.

"GOOD YOUNG MASTER." Dilara wrote in capital letters.

After a small debate about nicknames, the atmosphere returned to silence until the car that brought them arrived in the courtyard of the Ruhama house.

"Excuse me, I'm going down first." Dila showed her notes again to Ezra.

He opened the car's door handle and lowered his legs covered in dark brown robe from there.

"Ezra, take care of Ruhama's treatment the next day so that his health will recover" Emery asked as he watched Ezra get out of his car.

"Yes Pa."

"Sister, we say yes home .. take care of Dila for me," whispered Mita on her tiptoes in order to reach the ears of the brother who loomed high beside her.

"Mrs Ruhama, we resigned, Ezra will be here first" Emery said approaching Ruhama in front of the porch.

"Well, thank you Mr. Emery," said the mother no less polite.

Mita waved at Dila who saw her from the terrace before getting into their car and leaving the iron house.

"Come in, son Ezra," Ruhama asked his son-in-law.

Ezra just nodded following her in-laws' invitation to enter the house.

"That's Dila's room, neat ko, everything has been replaced just don't worry .. good rest," explained the mother as she entered her room.

"Master, please ..the warm water is ready if you want to take a shower." Dilara writes and shows Ezra who looks confused.

"Where?"

Dilara folded her fingers, pointing with her thumb to the right from where she stood.

"good. Don't you touch all my things, we won't be here long" Ezra told Dila.

Difficulty reading Ezra's lips too quickly. She was only able to nod her head while digesting the meaning of her husband's words.

"What does that mean? can't be dismantled or what?" inner Dila.

The girl did not want to bother, she just opened Ezra's suitcase to take a piece of change of clothes and put it on the bed.

Before long, Ezra came out of the bathroom and went into the room that Ruhama had pointed out earlier.

"I told you not to touch my stuff!" Ezra was angry that Dila had heeded his ban.

The one who was yelled at, just stayed in place with a confused face.

"I'm sorry, I misinterpreted, sorry sir, I'm done with it." Dila writes fast and then thrusts at Ezra.

Srak.

Ezra denied Dila's notebook until it hit the closet and scattered on the floor.

"Look carefully when I'm talking so you don't misinterpret my point," Ezra lowered her head, aligning her position with Dila who picked up the note paper.

"Look at me, okay?" His burly hand raised Dila's face.

Dila just nodded slowly, his heart pounding fast making the brain instantly frozen, unable to put the command well.

"HEARD NO?" snapped again.

Geck. Geck.

"Son Ezra, there's no need to bother shouting this night, your wife is deaf. Don't waste energy, she won't hear all your babbling .. loud or soft, for Dila, just the same," I told Ezra.

Ruhama heard a commotion from his daughter's room. What he was worried about happened, Ezra did not understand the condition of his son well.

"I-iya Ma'am, sorry," replied Ezra stiffly, caught yelling at Dila.

I forgot that there's no silencer here, Ezra's implying.

Ezra saw that the girl was still cleaning up the mess she had just made. Not wanting to care, Ezra went up to the bed, breaking down his tired body.

"Where are you sleeping?"

"Ck, it's hard to communicate. Dila, where are you sleeping?" Ezra patted the side of the mattress for Dila to see.

"Just relax, I have a folding mattress, sir. Don't worry." Dila is back to writing.

"True, I'm self-aware of who I am, how to behave and whatnot. Don't worry, I'll never ask from you, if it wasn't the hand that gave it straight, either" Dilara assured herself.

Before long, there was a soft roar of breath from the figure lying on his bed.

If it's hard to close her eyes tonight, she really doesn't feel comfortable in a room with a foreign man, even if it's her husband.

"Mr Ezra, maybe some women think I'm a lucky girl. Having a handsome husband like you, well-established and intelligent, a dream male figure. Although this is not easy but I will continue to carry out my duties, because you are my husband," said Dila in his heart . He looked at Ezra who was asleep.

Towards Dawn.

Dilara wakes up first, guarding her two roka'at at the end of a long night. Then go to the kitchen to boil water.

"Master, it's dawn. I've prepared warm water for your bath. Also at breakfast, what do you want to make?" Dila wiggled Ezra's leg as her left hand held the note.

"Shut up, I'm still sleepy" said Ezra in a raucous voice.

Dila was still harassing him, until Ezra was forced to get up and sit with an annoyed face.

Dilara points out her notes to let Ezra read slowly.

"Sandwiches and coffee. If there isn't, any breakfast can be important I can swallow the food well" he murmured.

"Anything can? earlier I made curry puffs, there was also an excess of side dishes that separated catering for us last night." Dila returned to ink.

"Hem, never touch me again. Move aside." Ezra shook his hand to let Dila get out of the front.

"Sabar Dila, be patient .. assume that you are babysitting a big baby who is sulking at the death of his mother," said Dila comforted his heart. Then tidying up the room, she no longer dared to touch all the belongings of her husband.

Dila chose to exit the room to the kitchen for ablution at the water faucet near the back door.

Ruhama has arranged several menus on the guest table that doubles up as a dining table for them.

"Son Ezra, after the dawn prayer and then breakfast first," Ruhama said as he watched Ezra pass through the room.

"Good, Mom. Thank you," he replied in passing.

In the room, Ezra saw the girl still on her alphabet holding a small mushaf.

Ezra heard the voice of Dila who was teaching.

She realized her husband had entered the room. Dila was silent, although she continued her reading in her heart.

"Can you say anything?" ask Ezra while reciting his alphabet.

"Dila," he rebuked again by shaking his hand in front of Dila's face.

"What?" Dila leavers talk.

"Can you talk?"

Dilara just nodded her head slowly, grabbing the note in front of her.

"But it's unequivocal to speak long sentences, because I can't hear so I have trouble pronouncing them correctly." Dila wrote on her note.

"Don't talk to me then, just do as you are accustomed to rather than me dizzy to digest the meaning of your speech later, "reply Ezra before he does the ihram takbirotul.

Dila again continued the muraoja'ah binnadzor despite shirih, as much as possible he used the tajwid correctly according to the direction of Nyai Syuria.

After the prayer, Ezra widened his gaze around the room.

"The arrangement is nice, neat and the choice of contrasting colors is appropriate. True said Mita, you make your room comfortable even though narrow," said Ezra in his heart.

At breakfast.

"Mom, I'll take care of your treatment from today. We'll go to the hospital at eight for medical check-up" Ezra conveyed his intentions to Ruhama.

"No need, thank you. Just bring Dila, no need to worry about me here," Mother replied coldly.

"It's my promise to Dila, please please please please take it."

"Promise? what did you promise, so you married Dila instead of wanting to? just for a promise?" cecar Ruhama, emotions on Ezra.

Glug.

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