SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 3. A REQUEST

When Ezra came out of the room, apparently there was a small commotion. Eldo and Jhonson are holding the woman he is fighting for divorce, trying to force her in.

"Ezra ... honey, listen to me first please," Cheryl pinta pleaded with eyes.

"Talk to my lawyer. I no longer want to deal with you," replied Ezra panted.

"Ezra! stop or I'll yell if you're a cold husband and hit me, '" Cheryl exclaimed.

Sreg.

Ezra halted his steps, turning to the woman whose arm was strangled by Jhonson.

"Two years of knowing you and then decided to get married, within a year of our marriage, only once did I slap you. When you came home drunk delivered by a man, he touched your open body freely due to the lack of material clothes you wear, do not forget that you are mumbling before my eyes" whispered the husband in the ear of the woman who is still his wife.

"I-that's me ... I'm in an unconscious state." Cheryl is trying to.

"Disregarding my ban, heading to the pub and then drinking, getting down to the floor was a conscious choice, Cheryl. Prepare your alibi to dispel my lawsuit the day after tomorrow .. Don't bother me anymore, isn't your girlfriend more handsome and rich than me?" Ezra patted the woman's cheek softly, heartbroken even though he wanted to hurt her physically because he had loved the woman.

With frowning clenched hands, Ezra left behind the woman who was still shouting her name. His fingers pressed the numbers in front of the elevator to the leader's special basement where his car was located.

"Si-al, it doesn't seem easy to get away from the snake" complained Ezra while massaging the temple.

Ting.

The elevator opened and the long legs wrapped in the expensive suit came out of the iron box to his car.

The CEO's left hand reached for the key on the back of his pants and pressed the alarm button. Porsche boxters metallic silver was also rung, allowing the owner into the car with a custom luxury interior.

"Bismillah...." Ezra lirih said a prayer, driving a sporty car leaving his building.

...***...

Hope Hospital.

Thirty minutes of travel time from the office to the hospital where the father is not necessarily making this handsome widower easy to get there.

A few pairs of eyes that recognized Ezra El Qavi, even though he had tried to ignore the surroundings were still unavoidable.

Politely, Ezra refused the interviews of several media crews and said that he only wanted to see a friend in fact it was not easy to make him escape. Until Rolex came to help free himself from there.

The two men then used a special line of vvip visits to the fifth floor of the hospital.

"Your father has come to a realization, Boss. But it seems delirious, several times to mention the name of a girl," said Rolex.

"Do you know what a girl's name is?" ask Ezra guessing.

"Dilara, is there a man who uses that name? well, maybe there was when your father was found earlier to meet a creature like Eldo. I think this name belongs to a girl who helped him" Rolex explained at length.

"I'll make sure myself if that's the case, you can start investigating who he is from now on, Lex," the boss concluded, along with the sound of the elevator opening.

Rolex stepped in front of Ezra, opening the vvip door of the EQ Building's lead room.

"Pa" said Ezra as his father sat on his cage.

"Ezra," she endured the pain.

"Pa, forgive my carelessness. It cleared up the commotion in the office. Apparently we've been targeted since a long time ago" said Ezra insensitively.

"Since our involvement in the mega project was Za," Emery grimaced.

"I've started an investigation in our office. I hope it's not a confidant who's involved like I thought." Ezra came to his father's bed, saw the various wounds on the old body his blood was boiling.

"Don't be emotional, our opponent knows that you are rash because you put forward emotions .. I've said many times to learn to dampen Za's emotions, so as not to be easily provoked by the opponent," Emery Lirih advised his son.

"Where's Papa's jade bracelet?" investigate Ezra when he did not find the ancestral jade as the identity of his family.

"Oh that, Papa leave it to him so you can find Za, the girl who helped me, if there is no she somehow fate of your father," Emery Qavi looked away.

"I've asked Rolex to seek and reward him and to take everything Papa left him with" Ezra replied straightforwardly.

"No Za, bring him here. Papa wants to see him again" the father asked.

"You want to see Pa? let it be, maybe he's part of the plot. We can't just accept someone coming in at a time like this. A lot of the employee's fate is a bet Pa, if only the media found out that Papa was attacked, our stock could go down" Ezra rejected his father's advice.

"No, he's not part of them. Just follow your father's wishes, Za," urged his father again.

"Well, I'll have Rolex bring it here .. I've prepared the parameters for Papa, tomorrow if possible we'll move to the mansion for me to be more calm." Ezra's decision is unanimous.

"As far as you are. How's divorce? done already?" ask Emery again.

"Well focus on Papa's health first, I can handle this." Ezra refuses to let his father interfere in personal matters.

He then took his favorite fruit on the nightstand, peeling carefully before being consumed as a form of small attention from him.

...***...

While elsewhere.

This afternoon Ruhama's mother saw her daughter coming home from school with an alarming appearance. The skirt is torn and there are blood stains there.

"Dila, why son?" ask Mom worried.

"I'm fine," he said with a less firm intonation, then wrote the complete chronology of the actual events to the Mother.

"Oh my God, rest first. Let Mother herself go to Kyai Said's house, this week the iron is not so much. There are also services that help," said Ruhama when going to the house Kyai respected to help the kitchen there.

"Follow," Dila wrote again as her hand pulled the tip of Mother's hijab.

"Ga what?" ask Mother.

Dilara shook her head slowly responding to her mother's question. He only communicates with sign language as much as possible and learns a little the movement of the lips of the interlocutor so that he understands what is being said.

"Yes, I'm waiting" Ruhama told Dila.

The girl cheered cheerfully. Hurry to change his clothes, and do not forget to bring the book of fathul qorib in a cloth bag that looks worn.

Although his status is only the child of a domestic assistant, but Dilara does not want to miss the good opportunity given by Nyai Syuria that she is allowed to study with the students there.

"Bismillah, don't get tired of learning, son. I love you no matter what you are," kissed Mom on her daughter's forehead.

You're beautiful Dila, not like me, old maiden. Maybe God wants in my solitude to be able to collect a lot of rewards by taking care of you as my provision later.

Dila, I'm really worried about your future. Whose daughter are you? so beautiful naturally...

The two women, who had just left a modest house typical of the countryside, did not realize that there was a pair of eyes lurking around them.

"Boss, I found it.." a voice smirked the man reported to someone at the other end of his cell phone.

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