SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 34. DENIAL

"Crazy." Ezra clenched and pulled Dila in his arms.

The girl tried to rebel, but her strength lost. Ezra held back the sensual body that was about to dodge. He tightened his arms, and pulled Dila's hijab away.

The man with the burning desire began to trace what his instincts were guiding, as the smooth, filled body was in his lap.

"Abang, don't .. It's a promise, don't," whined Dila softly, as she felt a strange rumble stirring her tribe slowly.

Silent.

Silent.

Dilara felt Ezra's breath grow heavier. Her husband's face was still stuck between Dila's open neck and right shoulder, due to the forced sleeping robe.

Slowly the deck loosened.

"Sorry, sorry ... was it that you were invited here? per-go. I-I'm fine," said Ezra holding hoarse.

The burly man, who seemed to be suffering from a severe throbbing in the head, rubbed Dila's smooth arm before she pushed him out of her lap while grabbing a blanket to cover his entire body.

"Abang," said Dilara, not having the heart to see Ezra.

"Go away, Dila .. go," Ezra groaned, faintly from under the covers.

The girl was silent for a long time on the side of the husband's bed. Although still afraid of Ezra's reaction, he resigned if indeed the man wanted to ask for his rights.

"Sorry Brother, sorry. I was just surprised earlier," Inner Dila.

The figure behind the blanket was now much calmer, his breathing began to be regular. Dila ventured to touch Ezra's forehead.

"Astaghfirullah, hot."

He rushed to the bathroom, looking for a small towel and wet it. Slowly, Dila put down the wet towel she was holding onto covering Ezra's forehead.

"Bismillah" muttered Dila. The burly body moved slightly, feeling the cold creeping slowly.

Young mistress El Qavi, accompanied Ezra until dawn. She went back and forth to change the wet towel that began to dry while murojaah all night at her husband's side.

At three in the morning, Dila stuck out her right palm on Ezra's forehead again.

"Alhamdulillah, let go."

His eyes really can no longer be compromised, after changing the last towel. Dila broke her tired body just like that.

He thought, just lying down for a while because the dawn prayer will reverberate. But her neutrals accidentally closed, curled up near her husband's feet because of the cold.

I don't know where the hijab and the robe she was wearing earlier when she threw Ezra, has not been sought because of panic her husband high fever.

The subtle breath of the couple went out to all corners of the room.

An hour later.

Ezra, who used to wake up early before dawn, felt the cold penetrate the skin pores. He felt his forehead which turned out to be covered in a damp towel.

When trying to get up to go to the bathroom and take clothes, because he only wears shorts and bare chest. Ezra surprised.

"Dila, all night here?" lirih Ezra when he saw the tiny body curled up beside his feet.

He saw two other towels on the floor in a container.

"I'm sorry for my rude attitude, I almost broke my promise. The effect of drunkenness is in vain," murmured Ezra while leaning his body on the head of the bed.

Young master El Qavi, looking at the makeup body before him. Ezra's smile expands. Slowly he approached, staring intensely at the face of ayu without hijab who was asleep.

"Eyelashes are long and full. Thick hair. What is this smell? an apple? you like apples turns out." Ezra was satisfied to look, down every curve of his little wife's face.

C-ups.

One kiss landed on Dila's forehead. Make the owner move.

"This pink lips, how it feels," murmured Ezra slowly closer.

"Eh, astaghfirullah."

Ezra hurriedly withdrew and shrouded his body back before the two round neutrals opened.

"Hmm, Brother?"

Dila woke up, touching her forehead. It felt like something soft had just landed there.

This ayu girl blinked round eyes that still felt heavy to open perfectly, then she saw the last moist towel had been released from her husband's forehead.

Dila approached, putting his palm back in the same place.

"Alhamdulillah."

He breathed a sigh of relief, then cleared up all the mess there. Looking for her hijab and her sleeping robe.

Then out of Ezra's room, down one by one the stairs to his room to prepare for bath and morning prayers.

While in Ezra's room.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"What's this?" Ezra was silent, rubbing his irregularly gurgling left chest.

The owner of the name Ezra El Qavi got up, sat for a moment before the two muscular legs touched the floor.

"Rolex, brazen!" Ezra growled in annoyance at his assistant.

Ba'da dawn.

Still wearing a sarong and cocoa, he climbed the stairs intending to go down to the ground floor. Not usually the young master is in the pantry area so early.

"Non, how's this going?" bi Inah's voice sounded as Ezra's footsteps grew closer.

Dila, who was used to learning sensitivity from not being able to hear, held back her voice because she believed someone was approaching them.

"Loh, Den," said Bibi to see Ezra pecking at the pantry door.

"Easy?" ask Auntie to approach him.

Ezra did not answer, his net was fixed on the figure in front of him who was behind him.

"Den," Auntie patted Ezra's arm.

"Eh, I'm fine, Bi. Just still a little dizzy," Ezra stuttered.

"Alhamdulillah, would you like some coffee?" ask Bi Inah.

"Tea is warm. I wait at the dining table," he said, then did not take his eyes off Dila's figure.

"It's not good to steal a glance, later Aunt asked Dila who interracede," whispered Bi Inah pushing Ezra away.

"Ish, what the hell, Bi," Ezra's murmur doesn't like to be seduced.

A few moments later.

Dila brought a cup of warm tea in front of Ezra who was reading a message in her work tab.

There was no conversation between the two. Ezra clumsily as the smell of fresh apples again pierces his sense of smell.

At breakfast.

Ezra waited for Dila to attend, but the girl did not accompany him as usual, until Rolex arrived.

Soon, he pulled the man who had accompanied him dozens of years into the study.

"What the hell was last night, Lex. Don't be so rude!"

"Sorry, Boss. I guess...."

"What's? I won't touch her even in a desperate situation!"

"Boss, she's your wife" Rolex said.

"On paper only. And that doesn't change anything!" his jolt.

Deghs.

Dilara overhears Ezra's scream, as she is about to drop off the late-sourced coffee for drying her wet hair first.

"Miss," Rolex saw Dila already standing in front of the half-opened door. He forgot to close the lid because of Ezra's rough pull on him earlier.

"It turns out, being able to hear again isn't always good. I had to get used to the abuse, the obvious curse of Brother being thrown at me. Straight from his mouth and it was more painful than I imagined," Dila said in her heart.

Dila went into the room. Put a late cup of coffee on Ezra's desk.

He hunts around the body, preventing a single drop of grain from escaping from his round eyes.

"Right, I'm just a wife on paper."

Apparently, my heart is not as strong as I thought.

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