SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 28. DANGER LURKING

"Miss so buy a cell phone?" Rolex was not calm, he finally decided to call Bi Inah back.

The Aspri exited the meeting room for a moment, taking a step away from the entrance.

His call was connected in the fifth second, had condemned Bi Inah's inaction but he realized, the woman was old.

"Bi, Miss is back?" ask Rolex.

"Already Den, bring the phone you want, now in the room, I don't know what else. He said he wanted to pray first" Bi Inah replied.

"Who's Bi's money?" connect Rolex.

"Still do not know Den, later Aunt asked yes if Non Dila out of the room," added Bi Inah, he forgot not to ask Dila when the girl came earlier.

"Then please ask for her mobile number, yes Bi, I will inform Velma that she can communicate with Miss" Rolex told her before disconnecting her call.

Just as he was about to enter the room again, the boss called out to him. The morning meeting against the technical constraints of the west side port project that Ezra holds is delayed and suspected of indications of fraud in preparing material materials.

"It's not our fault if this is later, but we will be dragged also in the investigation process. Whether the durability of the building test that we propose is indeed in accordance with the standard and like a simulation at the preview or vice versa," said Ezra when all participants of the meeting were silent.

"I don't want to know, your performance should be more than this. Kontroller, korlap should be able to minimize events like this from the beginning," Ezra's tone this time is very firm.

"One more thing, fix things immediately before the audit team smells any irregularities" he said.

"Son, gather evidence with the team .. that's it, disperse. I want the latest review report one hour later, good morning and thank you," concluded Ezra.

"Okay, boss," replied Sonny.

The handsome CEO got up from his seat and buttoned back the suit while stepping out of the room followed by Rolex.

...***...

The apartment.

Dila was very busy, he enthusiastically sent his CV to three translator companies. The profession that was wrestled since the second level Aliyah, became a text translator for each different project.

"If you get away here, you can earn a salary of eight to tens of millions a month for one project, but my Arabic is limited."

"If in this American freelance company, quite a fixed salary, can get five million for a book with less than a hundred pages thick, hopefully these two are achieved so I am truly independent. You can send money to Mom later, too," said Dila analyzing her work.

This girl then checked her bank account. Dila did not have the desire to check the condition since the hearing aid was damaged. He does not want to hurt the Ruhama's self-esteem is very sensitive when discussing about the material.

Want the Mother, only who scavenged a living to meet Dila's needs.

"Alhamdulillah, I have saved nearly fifteen million from the work of several neighboring manuscripts in the village since two years ago. Plus the dowry from Abang is still twenty-two million again after deducting from buying a mobile phone."

"Enough to buy a new laptop later if this one is no longer usable. Also for the treatment of my ears" muttered Dila.

This girl closed her eyes, took a deep, long breath. His memory goes to the Mother, he must find a way to communicate with Mother.

"Later if there's a Rolex, I'll ask Velma's sister's cell phone number, hopefully." He's determined.

Geck. Geck.

Dila got up from her comfortable sitting on the floor, stepping open the door.

"Non, eat a snack first, or fruit, Non-Crazy like what?" Bi Inah wrote in her notes.

"What is Bi, there is an apple? Dila likes apples as well as dates," replied Dila under the sentence Bi Inah.

"There's Non, Auntie peels briefly huh. It will be brought here." Write again.

"Let me go there Bi," continued Dila.

"Don't, it's not work anymore. All Aunty wants to let her relax in her room while flogging, can you?" Bi Inah continued her writing.

"May, thank you Bi," said Dila as she opened her palm. Taped to the lips and pushed it forward.

A few minutes later.

The two other women of different ages have been involved in a cool chat in Dila's room, accompanied by a variety of healthy snacks that Bi Inah prepared.

"Oh Non-Dila's work is like this? kayak's the one that tipi huh? if the film enggres," Bi Inah wrote again.

"England is not Enggres Bi," replied Dila as he chuckled.

"Yes," Bi inah laughed followed by Dila.

Oh God, pinter and independent.

"Doain ya Bi, Dila's proposal is accepted so you can send money to Mother in the village. Dila did not want to ask Brother if not his hand that gave sincerely," wrote Dilara with a trembling hand holding the slices that ambushed his heart.

"Non, son Ezra is a billionaire. Time for his own wife count. Later Bibi reprimanded," Aunt was surprised to read the sentence that Dila wrote.

"No, this was my intention from the beginning. I said I wouldn't ask even to beg him. My brother married me just because he wanted to serve the Great Lord and I are the same .. This is a secret between Aunt and me," continued Dila.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital for control. Pray that I am healthy, Bi, at least my ear condition is not very severe and can buy a tool that is a little sophisticated even though I know it must be very expensive," he added.

"So buy a cell phone from your own money?" ask Aunty.

"Yes, the dowry money" said Dilara.

"Allah paringi ageng belongs to ya Non, healthy, Aunt Doain Non Dila is successful," said Bi Inah with glazed eyes.

"Aamiin," replied Dila hugging him. The only person who made him feel comfortable in a foreign place.

...***...

While elsewhere.

A strapping man in all-black suit entered the Young Master's study.

"For Mister, this is a report about the girl who was with Muda El Qavi in Surabaya the other day, please," said Roy, a personal assistant.

The handsome man in the wheelchair received the file that Roy handed over. He opened the chocolate map and took the file out of it.

"Dilara Huwaida, a special needs person. She's deaf?" ask the Young Master.

Well-favoured.

"True Master and just married Ezra, the scandal yesterday was the beginning of their meeting. Also because of indications of conflict between Sanjaya groups about a project that ultimately brought the company to work together, making the two reunited," said Roy again.

"He didn't wear a device, Roy?"

"Destroyed and currently Miss moved to Jakarta following Ezra. You want me to watch him?" Roy understands the boss's wishes.

"Supervise him, report the details to me. Let's see if he's useful in destroying that arrogant guy, "the boss is fierce.

"Good." Roy came out of the room.

The handsome guy, grabbing his cell phone on the desk. He's calling someone.

"Hello, your prey is in Jakarta, make a plan for him to get back entangled with you" he ordered to someone. Without waiting for an answer, he immediately decided on the call.

"Dilara," he said staring at a picture of Dila who was smiling sweetly.

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