SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 38. ILL

"Den," cried Bi Inah.

"Bi, don't come here. Leave me," pinta Ezra, looks so pain-bearing.

Bi Inah also turned around, descending the stairs at an unusual speed. Instantly he forgets the joint pain that is often present if he moves too fast.

Dilara's room, the young mistress he's headed to. With his old breath, he banged hard on the door hoping that the master would wake up.

Dugs. Dugs. Dugs.

Dila was stunned, he had not removed the left ear hearing aid that was smaller.

Hearing the pounding of the door, Dila was stunned to rise still with a sleepy face.

"Non," Auntie barged in as the door slit opened slightly.

The Miss staggered back, almost falling down at the push of the middle-aged woman before her now.

"Please ... to-long, Nak Ezra, please, Aunt please," Bi Inah cried. The first cry that Dila heard from her wrinkled mouth.

The round eyes of the ayu girl who was still standing pecked it a few times.

"Why?"

"He was poisoned, Sonny said this time his business rival wanted Nak Ezra mentally disabled as well, please...." Aunt is getting sobbing.

Young lady El Qavi can't digest well what's going on. He just nodded then headed to the bathroom to worship and perform the sunnah prayer first.

"In the meantime, Dila wants to ask God for help as well. Kher In shay'ah Allah, Brother is strong enough to survive," he said slowly, this time the pronunciation intonation is a little firm.

It had been ten minutes since he held the prayer. The dance is not over yet.

In the next second, the door of the room opened. Upon seeing the young Madam and Aunt come out, Rolex, and Sonny rested before him.

"Please young master, Madam. Have mercy on him" said Rolex.

"I don't know what really happened. But I tried," replied Dila.

With a somnacious step she climbed the stairs to her husband's room.

Checklots.

"Assalamu'alaikum," muttered Dila, opening the door of the room.

"Innallingly." He ran as he saw Ezra fall on the floor, with cold sweat flooding his face and clothes.

"His prayer was also wet, he seemed to be in pain," said Dila.

The burly body shivered as a soft warm palm touched his skin. Netra elangnya reddened, resisting pain.

The man in pain tried to open his eyes, knowing who touched him.

"Don't, Dila, go." Ezra brushed off the hand of Dila who was about to shake him up.

"I won't leave Brother," Dila's determination in her heart.

He did not care about Ezra's strong impulse until the frail body hit the wall, the closet and even the edge of the bed. He kept repeating whatever he could, smearing, wiping his sweat, pulling on the bed.

Until the raucous voice was no longer able to hold something.

"North, ma-af. Ma-af," said Ezra.

"I asked for my right, breaking my promise."

Grep.

Ezra pulled the wacky body he had seen in his arms.

The ayu girl who was pulled by him also understood, what would happen next.

"Allahumma jannib naassyyaithana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa," muttered Dila during the hijab and the nightgown she was wearing, pulled and ripped forcibly by Ezra.

Either because of the effects of the poison reaction conveyed by Rolex or indeed the impulse of desire that can no longer be dammed.

The tiny body began to fall. She could only look pias and pity at the face of the man who had long been legitimate as her husband.

Although the sense of pleasure was also present due to the withering of Ezra body, but severe pain still hit the lower part of his body.

Dilara cried, begging her husband to stop. But at the same time he also did not know how to describe the strange sensation that spread through his tribe.

"Suuudddah," his energy ran out. But the husband is actually getting stronger to wrap a tiny body.

The deadly effect of high doses of pe-rang-sang drugs if modified with serum concoction, can turn off anyone who touches this illegal liquid.

No one will realize what is done while in his influence.

Highlight the eyes of Ezra is still covered with lust, a smile of satisfaction that he is enjoying the thirst for maleness as if drugging Dila.

"My husband is handsome."

The husband continued to dominate, raining mercilessly, pushing his possessions forcibly over the body he possessed. The sweat flooded the two people who were praying halal even though one of them felt heavy.

Dilara pushed hard for Ezra to stop but in vain. His body was pulsing violently trying to deny what his mouth and brain wanted.

"Allahumma ij alhaa dzurriyatan thayyibah, in kunta qaddarta an tukhrija dzaalika min shulbi," said Dila in his heart, at the end of sanity.

Till.

The two screamed passing one whim despite the different meaning. One because of relief, the other because of pain and feeling treated harshly.

"Chery...."

"Huh, Cheryl," said Dila in tired.

Ezra collapsed beside Dilara's body. Her burly hand still clutched the side of the woman's left-hand mole that felt humiliated after a name escaped from her husband's mouth.

"Dream about doing with Cheryl?"

The flood had tears Dilara that night. The intense pain felt more and more pierced to the bone marrow, his entire body was battered as well as his heart was crushed to a crumble.

Dilara, inched away from the heavy hand checks that still held him.

Brugh.

The woman who had officially become Ezra's wife completely fell on the side of the bed. His legs are hollow, unable to support a reddish body.

He tried to crawl into the bathroom with tears that kept breaking, falling leaving a trail as long as he dragged his body.

In the shower, Dilara cries. Body's soul is wounded.

"With what face do I see my brother again? angry or hateful? can I?"

The morning mourning cry of a Dilara huwaida breaks silence even though in fact he is often alone.

After cleaning himself and wearing Ezra's black bathrobe in the toilet. The woman who had just fulfilled her obligation pulled a blanket over her husband's innocent body. He left the room with a limp step.

"Mother, sick.." her sobbing accompanied the steps down dozens of steps.

Brakkk's.

Dilara locked the door to her room. He was crying really. Not sincerely, but Ezra has mentioned a name that hurt him.

"Did you still love him? even under the influence of medicine, he remembered, "Dila hit his chest slowly.

"O Allah's Sickness .. saakkiitt, my heart aches," the Miss who is new to love, she gives to her halal partner is torn apart without rest.

The love he had was still in a false shadow. It will not be seen because of the past.

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Next Morning.

Rolex and Sonny have called their personal doctors to take further action for their master.

The two men walked into the room of the young master who had not yet made a kiss. Didn't accidentally see the trail last night there. They looked at each other, as well as worried for the young Madam.

"Well ask Auntie, and ask the doctor to check her condition?" rolex told Sonny.

"Pity Madam, how painful it is to be so," said Sonny at the request of Rolex, his partner.

"Dila...."

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