SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 32. DILARA'S HAPPINESS

"Miss," exclaimed a voice of a man slowly approaching towards Dilara who was still lowered in the middle of sitting in front of the pharmaceutical installation.

He fixed his call. They have not officially met.

The wheelchair stopped right in front of the old maroon girl. Slowly her ayu face lifted to find out the figure that was before her.

"Hello, see you again. What are?" slowly tanyanya.

"Hello."

This girl opened her palms, folded her thumbs, tightened with four fingers perpendicular. Then stick it on the right forehead and push forward.

Dila moved her finger pointing at the signboard above the door.

"Miss Dilara," call the pharmacy. Simultaneously, a walking text board displayed its name there.

Dila raised her right hand. He got up while bowing to the man in the wheelchair. He went to the front counter, but the officers asked him to come in.

"Miss, this cost her two tools about seventeen million, right and left because the features are complete. How's it?" write officer.

"Yes, it's okay. I can pay with debit?" write Dila on the same board.

"May, please get paid first and then we try to test the tool yes," the officer suggested.

Dila took out a wallet from his bag, took a gold debit card, published by one of the famous private banks.

After doing the repayment. Dila was invited to a special room by a female nurse to try a hearing aid.

"Wear it like this, and this is off when going to sleep or take a shower. Wearing battery with charge mode, tool power life of six years." Sister showed Dila the manual book.

The right ear hearing aid has been installed.

"Where can you hear me, miss?"

"The sound is still beep beep beep, and it's not clear yet" Dila replied.

"Basically, this lady can talk? just the pronunciation is not perfect," said the female nurse.

This beautiful girl nodded. "I can hear, you. But it's still faint" said Dila.

"What's wrong, it will be clear slowly if you get used to it. Ok, we put the left one. You ready?"

Dilara just nodded. The nurse's voice was analyzed, slowly understanding even though the sentence was long. Young mistress, start getting carried away.

"Where? can you hear me?"

The girl just kept quiet. Down, as the nurse continues to stimulate with a variety of audio.

"I, can hear," muttered Dila.

"Thank God, congratulations Miss Dilara. Slowly you will get used to both of these tools. The spirit of talk therapy is also yes." The sisters write back on the white board.

"Thank you very much" said Dila as she rubbed her face that began to get wet from tears.

No longer minding about, as she exited the room, Dilara rushed towards the elevator to get down to the lobby. Leaving the man in the wheelchair there.

He contacted the female driver waiting in the parking lot. I asked him to take me somewhere. Dila wanted to vent a tight heart.

Beach.

The hijab girl with an ayu face was treading the wet sand of the beach. His heart was broken because of happiness.

His steps stopped as the waves pounded, he shouted.

"God, thank you .. I, can hear aaaaaaaaaarrrrrr," Dilara vented a feeling that plied her chest, releasing into the vast sky witnessed by the expanse of the blue sea.

After being satisfied, he made a call with his mother about his condition which he had just heard back.

The happiness and prayers of the Ruhama, he amiatan. The news of the Mother is allowed to go home in the next few days to complete the joy of Dila that afternoon.

After an hour, Dila invited an online motorcycle taxi driver named Winda to drive him back to PIK Tower.

"So Miss can hear you?" ask Winda when Dila will wear her helmet.

"Yes, Mba, this is our secret. Anyway I am comfortable with Mba Winda. We're best friends, right?" said Dila slowly so that Winda understood his words.

"Friends. O Allah, what dreams do I have with the rich," continued Winda in the laughter of Dila.

"I also wong ndeso, we are equal in the eyes of God. Yuk road, and fare today. Do not refuse, sustenance for Vishnu adek," said Dila while handing two pieces of money a hundred thousand.

Winda was silent, unwilling to accept. This is too much he thought. But Dila forced him.

The next hour, PIK Tower.

As usual Young Madam El Qavi did her duty as a wife. Clean, cook and anything he can do, even though Bi Inah is there.

"God thank you for still giving me the opportunity to hear, I promise I will learn more diligently," Inner Dila.

...***...

While elsewhere.

The inauguration building of Tourism Exhibition.

Ezra was invited by the relevant agencies to attend the launching of the management of new tourist attractions in the Capital. It is expected that this will boost the popularity and income of the region from this sector.

"Dear, we'll see you again, is it fate that we should get back together?" the sound of a screeching uler approaching Ezra.

"Gdh...." Ezra chokes.

"Slow donk, honey. I know, you miss me, don't you?" said spoiled. Cheryl patted Ezra's back slowly.

"Go away!" Ezra threw rough hands of his ex-wife.

"Don't provoke a commotion, ma'am," Rolex charged, blocking Cheryl from approaching Ezra again.

"You, it's none of your business!" former Lady El Qavi.

"It will be my business, if you insist on approaching Young Master again. Don't forget, you have been put by him in a special place used," whispered Rolex.

"Bad" Cheryl was about to slap a slap on a Rolex, but was driven away by the Aspri.

The two sat face to face, channeling a flash of hostile fire. While Ezra was out of nowhere, he was invisible within Cheryl's sight.

Rolex released his check on the Madam's hand. Then he went to find the leader of El Qavi.

As Ezra pulled over to the soda stand, the soft voice of a woman approached.

"Hello, good afternoon, Young Master El Qavi. I'm Anastasya Sanjaya," she said, introducing herself.

"Good day, Miss Anastasya." Ezra did not look towards the source of the voice. He was about to leave the woman as tall as nan ayu there when the same voice actually held him back.

"We'll meet often after this, prepare your alibi if you want to keep avoiding me, Mr. Ezra," Anastasya said.

"meaning?" Ezra turned towards the beautiful woman who asked him to speak.

"We work together on the coconut island project, if you forget," replied the Young Miss.

"You?"

"Failure, hopefully we can coordinate well in the future," he added displaying a charming smile.

Ezra no longer replied to the conversation between himself and the woman. He chose to leave.

"Single daughter Akbar Sanjaya. Our project in Surabaya, diverted to him due to rumors that the CEO of Sanjaya Group will switch leadership in the near future" Rolex aligned his steps with the Boss when Ezra was about to leave the room.

"Him?"

"Rubber. Strongest candidate before the GMS, held," continued Rolex. (stockholder meeting)

"I've had permission on the committee, we left the venue sooner. Boss," Rolex understands, the boss is already uncomfortable there.

"Thansk Lex .. we will see the performance of Queen Sanjaya later. Will it be the same as his father's dark footsteps" Ezra chimed in.

"Later tonight, gala dinner. I'll pick you up at seven o'clock, boss," Rolex reminded Ezra of his next schedule.

"Majib?"

"Absolutely yes" Rolex said, opening the back door of the car.

"Boring." Ezra got in his car.

"It's more comfortable with the little mistress at home huh, boss," Rolex murmured.

"What did you say?"

"You prefer to be at home, with the little Madam," Rolex said.

"Whatever.." (as of you).

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...Want to throw a bomb, even gout 😪...