SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 36. THREAT TO EZRA

"Dila, Dila .. sorry, Dila," Ezra chased his little wife into the room in the back.

Geck. Geck.

"Dila, we're talking" Ezra knocked on the door several times.

Silent.

No more knocking or persuasion of her husband like that.

Since entering the room, Dila leaned her body on the door leaf. Clutching the chest, his head lowered, the round eyelids also closed.

Now, he suddenly slowly touched the floor as Ezra's faint footsteps moved away from his room.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"My heart, her sigh .. aah, my heart," muttered Dila stroking her left chest hoping that what she was doing could dampen the gurgling that was getting tighter.

"My first kiss, for Brother," said Dila, not expecting to look so stupid in front of the man.

Geck. Geck.

A piece of paper went through the slit under the door. Dila grabbed it even though all the flavors were still not properly neutralized.

"Dila, sorry. I'm released again. This is what I fear, will damage you so that you are hurt because I have no intention of reopening my heart."

"I'm sorry if you feel fooled by my attitude. I was wrong, not wanting you but my behavior showed otherwise. Not taking advantage but...."

"Dila," Ezra calls the girl, now it sounds soft.

The young mistress who had fallen in love with the man behind the door, read softly, her smile appearing but dimmed instantly.

Ayu girl with left hand still holding the chest, grabbed the pen on the table not far from where it is now.

He replied to Ezra's writing.

"I understand. Forget it."

"I have no right to refuse what you want, even if you ask for more. Because of my obligation even though you release him, but still nature will say another," reply Dila no less long.

The reply paper is slipped back through the same gap.

Ezra was still waiting for him, curious about Dila's answer. The paper he was waiting for arrived, touching his feet.

A line of smiles appeared on the handsome face of the man with his thin sideburns and sensual lips.

He repeatedly read the sentence on his little girl.

"Thank you very much. I'm sorry I ruined your day."

Ezra knocked on the door again after sending a reply to Dilara from the gap they used.

Silent.

Young master El Qavi, leaving the back room hallway, returned to the pantry and made his own coffee.

When Bi Inah came, the coffee he made was ready. Ezra stopped going back to work, instead sitting in the dining room.

"Well, Den. Make your own coffee? Where's dila?" ask Auntie and then head to the kitchen.

"In the room" ketus Ezra.

Ezra sipped his coffee.

"It's not good, what's the other coffee?" mummified Ezra.

"Bi, please donk make me some coffee" Ezra exclaimed.

"Don't he just make it, Den? done yet?"

"Yet, not good. Did I get the wrong coffee, Bi?"

"Yowes, Auntie made it for a while," added Bi Inah from behind the pantry wall.

The second coffee was present in front of the young master. The right hand raised the cup again, sipping on the fragrant bitter drink.

"This is how it is, not usually. Aunty try to check, maybe it's broken the coffee powder. Just throw it away" Ezra insisted this time.

"Den, go to the workspace again first. Aunt inter. This will be checked first all the coffee that is still in the kitchen," Bi Inah suggested to Ezra.

The tall man followed the orders of his house assistant. Ezra returned to the study.

"Yes must be different, wong all this time who makes coffee is yes Non Dila...." The middle-aged woman rushed towards the young lady's room.

Geck. Geck.

"Non, her husband asked for coffee" whispered Bi Inah.

Dilara was still sitting behind the door. The girl had not yet put away her hand that touched her lips.

"Where did you say Abang? scented his mint breath, still stuck here," said Dila. He looks stupid to see his reflection in front of the mirror, as comfortable as a smile alone.

"Non," Bi Inah's voice again sounded disperse daydreaming. Dila got up, opened the room door. He nodded his head first.

"Why? Den Ezra has returned to the study," said Bibi as if to know, Dila avoid the handsome man.

With the rest of her courage, she headed for the kitchen. Clean up the mess that was still untouched by Bi Inah's old hand.

The two women did their own job. Aunty boiled water, while Dila brewed coffee.

"So I made a drink, spilled and rushed into the room again because Abang came," said Dila while cleaning up splashes of stains and spills of syrup on the floor.

"Well, already. Go ahead, Bi," Dila handed me a new cup of coffee for Aunt to drop him off.

While Dila, repeated the pending wish. Make your favorite apple syrup ice drink.

A thrilling day passed quickly changed the night, until morning approached. And the days went away, the months changed.

...***...

In a luxury resort. One month later.

The cold night of the owner of a famous resort company, seems to be warming due to the presence of a volunteer partner who presents something as an outlet for his maleness.

Heavy intonation of a man, expressing satisfaction over the services of the woman. Screaming filled the room with luxurious rooms equipped with dampers.

The two sweaty bodies were still adrift, vigorously rhythmically at the top of the world's heaven to achieve the pleasure they wanted to embrace.

The woman was exhausted, laying down a sexy crazy body on the chest of the man she had just daggered.

"Side," drive the man to his partner.

"Don't forget, do your job properly this time. Yesterday it failed, I hope tomorrow I won't hear any more stupidity from you" he said rudely, grabbed a nightgown and left the woman there.

"Damn it, always leave after you've enjoyed the treat" the woman lamented, grabbing a blanket over her weary self.

Just now that he had closed, his arm was pulled by someone who was injecting something.

"Ah," the screech was surprised.

"Can you slow down? it hurts!" his jolt was rough on the female maid.

"The young master's order." Maid the lady, hurriedly left her master's entertainer.

The luxurious room was quiet again. Leave a lump of makeup flesh there.

Workroom.

"Not to be imporse. You've just recovered, sir."

"He, who motivated me to rise." Her fingers rubbed a picture of a smiling girl.

"Miss, not going anywhere. Tomorrow You will go to do follow-up treatment post-surgery so that Your condition is healthy again. Please do not argue, sir. We'll always keep an eye on your woman" the Assistant said.

"Okay, I'm following your wishes this time. I want him to see me too, go. Watch the ***-*** that, make sure he does his job properly," the Young Master ordered.

"I'll make sure you see me, honey ... Ezra, wait a minute. She will be mine too, but this time as the young mistress of the Abdeen family."

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