SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 29. EARLY TO MEET HIM

At 22:00, apartment ezra, PIK Tower.

Biiiiipp's.

The sound of the apartment door opened, followed by a chat of two men entering the room.

"Night, Madam," Rolex said as he watched Dilara still working on something in front of the laptop while sitting on the living room floor.

"Do you here?" ezra asked, wondering why he hadn't slept.

Dila just pointed at her laptop that was still on. And Ezra retorted with a sniff of the shoulder in passing.

"Good night." Dila opened both palms facing down, then linked to form a fist-like prayer movement, joined by the right palm that he opened again and closed down, as a sign of night.

Rolex bowed to her before following Ezra.

(Is there a picture? mommy has trouble explaining with the word, haha)

Miss, sorry I forgot. Sign Language Teacher for you.

The girl then wrote something on her note. Chasing down a Rolex that just closed the door.

Geck. Geck.

The Aspri again opened the door of Ezra's study and saw his little mistress hand over something.

"For Young Master?" asked Rolex, who was only nodded by Dila.

"Please come in, ma'am," Rolex stepped out of the door.

"Why? ask for what else?" ezra asked when he saw Dilara enter his study.

"This is the Boss" Rolex handed Dila the note paper.

Ezra read the writing with a surprised face.

"You sick?" tanya Ezra scanned the appearance of Dila who was only wearing a long pajama suit dark brown patterned teddy bear with a matching hijab.

Dila nodded.

"I haven't felt well since I got here and haven't improved." Dilara writes back and shows Ezra.

"I'm not lying, it's the condition of my body. Especially because you can't hear" Dila said in her heart.

"Go away" he answered without asking anything.

"Thank you very much." Write Dila back, and immediately leave the room.

After the door closes.

Rolex recalled whether the little lady had money or not, he was also anxious.

"Boss, I'm thirsty. You want some coffee?" rolex asked before leaving the room to catch up with Dila.

"Can and return soon. Your job is a lot for tomorrow and I have to be late tonight" he said without seeing Rolex.

Ezra took off the suit he was wearing and draped on the oversized chair as Rolex came out.

"Mrs , what are you sick with? have you registered with a doctor? got money?" Rolex wrote on his note, handed over to Dila who was cleaning all his equipment from the table.

"I go to the kitchen first" Rolex said as Dila looked at him.

"Just the list. I've got money, you don't have to worry, Mr. Rolex. Thanks." Dila replied right under Rolex's sentence.

After giving his answer, the Young Madam stepped up. Put the paper on the dining table as he crossed the kitchen to go to his room.

Rolex just looked at the girl's back in silence. While waiting for the water stew, he grabbed the paper that Dila put on the table.

"He has money? where's it?" rolex Mummings. The daydream was up when he heard the sound of the engine, the water sign was boiling.

"Sh-itt, I forgot to ask for her phone number." Rolex approached Dila's room, slipped a piece of paper from under the door and knocked slowly.

Before long, the reply paper came out from the same crack.

"I asked for Velma's number first. I just shared mine," Rolex read Dila's writing.

While from inside the room, Dilara could not help but smile. Until his paper came back.

The girl deftly recorded Velma's mobile number. Then turn off the lights of his room after slipping back the new note paper in the bottom door.

"I fooled the abege girl," Rolex lamented as he saw that Dila's room lamp had been extinguished in return for her.

"Thank you, happy rest ... ckck, which phone number are you? look doank, what the fuck is this Miss?" rolex was upset to leave the hallway of Dila's room to the kitchen and brought two cups of coffee back to the study.

Either the two slept at what time, which was clear when Dila came out of the room to tahajud. He saw that Rolex was lying on the sofa in the living room.

Young Master El Qavi's wife secretly prepared breakfast for her husband and assistant, before they woke up. Even Bi Inah this time was not involved.

"But in the microwave, to keep warm. I'm ready to dzikir first morning," muttered Dila after the croissant with cheese and parsley menu he prepared.

"Bi, please make the coffee later." Dila slipped a note on top of the two cups of coffee she had concocted.

Before leaving the pantry, the ayu girl looked back at her work and smiled with satisfaction.

Just for a moment Dilara went into the room, Bi Inah came out to the pantry. He was surprised to find two menus are ready complete with notes and concoction of coffee from the employer's hand.

"The crafts," said Bi Inah.

At breakfast.

The two masculine men had been at the dinner table, followed by Dila who only carried one plate with an apple in her right hand.

Ezra paid no attention to the existence of the woman sitting far away from his side. They both seemed not to know each other, even Rolex became furious over the situation there.

The horror breakfast session was over. Dila got up as Ezra was leaving, not broken in charcoal, he again stretched out his hand asking for salim. Although similar events repeated, Ezra still ignored them.

Not wanting to take a headache, the girl continued breakfast and the next minute she told Bibi about to go to the hospital.

Ezra's car exited the basement just as Dila reached the building's lobby. Rolex who saw it would stop but Ezra prevented.

An hour later, the hospital.

It's been almost thirty minutes for a hearing test.

"The results will be read tomorrow, for a series of tests that Miss did earlier," said the doctor explained.

Dilara understood, he also came out of the doctor's room with a pinch of hope.

"Hopefully the result is good, I can hear and the money I have is enough to buy tools" muttered Dila.

Perches.

Dila saw a young man in a wheelchair fall into a wall. It looks like he's headed for the elevator.

The girl ran, begging the passing nurse for help.

"Sorry troublesome," he said when he managed to sit back in his wheelchair.

"No sir, be careful. Are you alone?" ask the male sister.

"I'm with the maid, but because it's saturated, I want to go for a walk" he said again.

The male sister advised, after making sure this man was okay, Dilara and the nurse stepped away.

Grep. Dila's arm in check.

Young mistress El Qavi was shocked, he forcefully knocked out the man's check in a wheelchair.

"I'm sorry, not mahram." Dila took out a note from her bag and wrote.

"Sorry, can you take me to the lobby? I'm sick of the smell of medicine here," he asked slowly.

"Your Maid?" Write Dila back.

"Either, please. You're going down too, right?" ask the man.

Dila just nodded. He took a deep breath before pushing the wheelchair into the elevator.

There's no conversation there. Dila removed the handle of the wheelchair while in the elevator.

"There are families of other patients, fortunately not both," muttered Dila in the heart.

Ting. The elevator sounds open.

"Young Master," the voices of men and women approached Dila who had just pushed the wheelchair of the foreign man out.

Dila let go of her grip. Then bend down before leaving the man.

"Thank you" said the man who was taken by Dila.

"Dilara, wait for me," she softly accompanied the girl's move away.

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