SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 30. KANGENS

"Dilara, wait for me," she softly joined the girl away.

The Young Master's wheelchair was pushed back by his maid and bodyguard to the car that would take them back.

"I asked for a report on him today, where have you been?" pinta the handsome man after entering the car.

"Miss Dilara was to poly ENT, sir. It seems he wants to check the hearing condition," replied the bodyguard.

"What's the outcome?"

"It's not known yet because tomorrow is the reading of the results" the bodyguard continued.

"Keep watching all its activities, lest anyone be missed even for the slightest thing," said the young employer, not wanting to be denied.

"Good." Imbuh his men.

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After making sure the man was safe, Dilara stepped back to leave the hospital lobby and walked towards the exit. Waiting on the pedestrian path on the right side of the magnificent building painted in dark green, he sat at the Bus Stop.

"Where yes, his online ojek ko lama anyway. It's hard to find a female driver anyway," muttered Dila, sitting at the very end away from the crowd.

When waiting for the driver by following the directions on the map. A black mercedes-benz car approached and parked not far from its place. Dila did not notice if a man was approaching.

"Mrs," Rolex bowed beside Dilara.

The girl with round eyes raised her face. He turned to the left side, finding the figure of a perlente man who invited amazed whispers from around.

"Yes?"

"Follow us, please," asked Rolex, opening his right hand, pointing towards the car.

"No, sir, secretary. That's my Ojek up to." Dila hurriedly wrote on her small note, gave it to Rolex and he rushed up the fleet he ordered by app.

Rolex received the small paper, read slowly and could only look at the figure of the woman who became his young mistress, slowly moving away.

"He really did do what he meant? not going to enjoy Ezra El Qavi's facilities? what would happen if the Great Lord found out, his crown-in-law was allowed to live like this?" rolex muttered as he returned to the car.

Ezra sees Dila's departure with an online ojek.

"Wouldn't you? so don't blame me anymore. Not that I forbid, but he's arrogant. Stubborn," said Ezra as Rolex returned to the car alone.

"Madam is young, probably intending to do what she says when you propose to her, Boss," Rolex said.

"Yes that was. Proud, feel the most can when what the hell is his expertise? at least it'll be money from me. Just like most women," Ezra sneered.

"Did you give the Madam some money, Boss?" rolex fishing rods want to know.

Deghs.

Haven't. I forget.

"Later the beginning of the month. He lives while he does not need money. It was also new today, right? not every day" elak Ezra.

"It's a lot of women's needs, boss," Rolex said.

"OK, Lex, CLEAR ... you win! I'll give him money tomorrow." Ezra ends a conversation that makes him reluctant to continue if it relates to the girl.

Her memory did not interfere with whatever the girl did, just as she offered two terms when she was about to marry him first.

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The next few minutes.

Dilara has arrived back to PIK Tower. This time he was able to unlock Ezra apart after Bi Inah gave his pass code.

Because she was comfortable with the female driver of the online motorcycle taxi, Dilara asked to exchange phone numbers with each other. In order if he needs a vehicle, he easily asks the driver to pick up and deliver wherever he goes.

Biippp. The door sounds open.

"Assalamu'alaikum," lirih Dila said hello.

There's no confirmation, maybe Bi Inah is behind. Rubbing her husband's clothes. Realizing it was noon, Dila opened the refrigerator. Checking the food available.

Starting to become a routine, she would cook. Shortly thereafter, Bi Inah appeared when the first Dila cuisine was almost cooked.

"Bikin what?" tanya Bi Inah approached the young mistress.

"Chicken fillet pake mushroom sauce and soup" whispered Dila.

"Soupnya, Dila prepare the vegetables and the sauce separately. Then please help Auntie put vegetables in the sauce when it will be served, so that the texture of fresh .. chicken fillet and mushroom sauce can be warmed using the microwave. Aman, just soup." Dilara wrote a long sentence under Bi Inah.

"Ready, Non," replied Auntie.

"I finished this first Bi, after this I want to rest." Dila continued again incised black ink under the writing earlier.

The young mistress was very serious and deft at doing kitchen work. Bi Inah was amazed, and was curious where Dila learned all this from.

In order to teach him the table manner he also explained, seeing Dila turned out to have an ethical basis at the dinner table.

Thirty minutes passed.

Now Dila had changed clothes, laying his tired body on the bed.

He grabbed his phone from inside the bag, looking for Velma's contact. Intention will contact the Mother.

Trowels. Trowels.

The sound of a continuous tone, long unresponsive by the owner at the end there.

Tired, Dila was accidentally crushed. Still with the phone on his hand.

Until the alarm sounding ashar adhan, this girl who still feels sleepy also opens her eyes slowly.

"Eh, it's Ashar," muttered Dila rising from her position, about to head for the bathroom.

When the routine is over. Still on the prayer mat, he again pressed Velma's number to make a video call.

Trowels. Trowels.

"Yes? who?" tanyanya ketus when he did not see the face of the identity of the caller.

Dila is powerless to resist the seepage of tears that begin to spread in the corner of the round net. When she saw that she was still lying in the hospital room from her screen, because Velma was sitting on her back to Ruhama.

"Hi" Dila confirmed the position of the camera to the visible face and waved in front of the camera.

"Geez, Madam!" exclaimed Velma cheered in excitement.

"Mother" said Dila without a sound, just a lip gesture.

"Oh Mother? just sleeping," Velma replied mimicking the movement of the sleeping person. Then he got up to the bed, turned the front camera into an outside camera and brought his phone closer to the face of the Ruhama.

The clear thread that Dilara held, fell down and scattered wet his ayah's face. He touched the screen of the device that plastered the face of the Mother, stroked the tapered cheeks and began to wrinkle, sleeping.

"Bus ... Dila misses Mother," muttered Dila, shutting her mouth so that Velma would not hear her voice.

Velma understood, Her young mistress misses the Mother. The sound of a soft stuffing from the end there made his heart rustle feel the same pain due to longing.

"Please Madam, I'll send you a routine of all the photos, videos about your Mother." Velma wrote in the chat column, for the first time she can connect directly with the employer making the woman's bodyguard should be carried away.

Still wearing a mukena, Dila diverted the call towards the chat.

"Sister Velma, thank you so much for taking care of me. I'll send money to all of Mom's needs later, please find someone who can accompany Mom at home .. help all her work." Write Long Dilara.

"Okay, Madam."

"One more thing, can I ask for help in order to get Mahira's contact?"

"By, Madam. I'll send you in a minute, please wait." Reply Velma.

Before long, Mahira's mobile number, Yai's youngest daughter, has been obtained.

"Thank you Brother. I call you again or if you wake up, you can call me .. And don't tell anyone my number, it's our secret." Reply Dila under the contact file that Velma sent.

"Ready. You're welcome, Madam."

Dila ended the chat, put her phone on the bed. She cried.

"Mother, pray for me that the results of tomorrow's examination state that I have a chance to hear again. I will work here for Mom, so that I can visit Mom at any time without feeling guilty for having spent my husband's money" said Dila in a prayer.

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...The guy, the guy in the wheelchair. This mommy raises the beginning in chapter 24, continued in the next chapter also mentioned. To be sure, mommy never throw characters, all will appear again later 🤭. ...