SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 39. THE SUBCONSCIOUS, THE SAME
"Dila...."
"Darling, Dila...." Ezra delirious.
"Dila.." He was still half conscious.
Rolex asks Sonny to help him tidy up a messy room. They both served me to serve the sprawled master as if lifeless.
"By my return, I'm willing to put your clothes on, Young Master," muttered Rolex who was rewarded with Sonny's crisp laugh.
"Begging the Madam, Bro," Sonny suggested when she saw Rolex hesitating about wearing Ezra's underwear.
The man had closed his eyes, felt uncomfortable and seemed to regret doing this.
"Mrs hurt, Son. I feel guilty for her, "sorry Rolex asked her to do her duty as a wife despite knowing they were both bound by a promise.
"Yes, but look at you, my goodness. We are fellow, never mind. Do the right thing," nosy Sonny sees Rolex still looking half-hearted.
"You alone" Rolex.
"That's what you owe" elak Sonny again.
"You are the same. If not he who paid for all malaria drugs because of the scarcity of supply at that time. You've been killed in the middle of nowhere. It's good not to be thrown away to Zimbabwe" Rolex whistle as little by little do its job until it's all done.
Deghs.
"Call the doctor in. Room is neat. I changed the sheets too. Good thing Young Master is still half conscious, I roll-over following the way the nurse if changing the sheets in the hospital, uh not yet awake either." Rolex is worried, the antidote that Sonny made the effect is not maximal.
"Bro, my medicine doesn't work. I'm asking Leon for help?" ask Sonny.
"Don't let the Great Lord know" Rolex said.
"You're hiding something from me and Mister?" accuse Sonny.
"You'll know why later. Young Master will forgive, hopefully. Because after all, he is still a soft-hearted Ezra El Qavi," said Rolex passed out of the room, carrying dirty clothes scattered also sheets full of stains into the laundry room.
He, will wash his own traces last night the employer's partner. Rolex seems unwilling if the disgrace of the two of them is seen other than himself. Enough Sonny alone knows, because he believes the young man is just like him.
Serving Ezra not only to earn money for work but also to have considered El Qavi as a family even though not blood.
...*...
By evening.
Aunty hasn't seen Dila all day. The door to his room was locked. Since noon, Rolex has been calling doctors back and forth to check on their young mistress. But there is no truth, as if there is no life in the Miss's room.
"Bi, just break it," Rolex pinta.
"It's hard, I'm held back by something. No, the handle can't be moved either, right?" said Bi Inah, trying to press down the silver door handle.
"Is he okay? Doesn't aunt know her cell phone number? where, here I call," said Rolex not exhausted ideas.
"Not got it, Lex. That is, Bibi forgot to keep asking," complained Bi Inah.
"Yes my. How'd this happen?"
As Rolex was thinking hard about how to contact Dila, Sonny yelled out to him.
"Lex, Boss is aware. Lex, Rolexes. Quickly, he called out to you," exclaimed Sonny running towards him.
Rolex who heard his colleague's request rushed up leaving Bi Inah still glued in front of their young Madam's room.
"Son, think of a way for Miss Dila to open the door of the room" Rolex said.
Taps. Taps. Taps.
The sound of Rolex shoes clashing against the floor makes a loud noise.
Checklots.
"Doctor, how?" rolex asked, gasping as he was in Ezra's room.
"Why the liver?" cecar Rolex is impatient with the Doctor's half-explanation.
"Liver cirrhosis, severely damaged ... I'll be researching this soon. Excuse me, Mr. Rolex," he said, resigning from the room after cleaning all his equipment.
"Hide this secret," Rolex ink blocks the arms of men of his age when it will reach the door of the room.
"Ck, definitely. Ezra is like my brother .. the title I have, for his support. Take care of my brother Lex. Don't let him suffer like this again.Greetings to his secret wife, convey my gratitude and respect to her. I know he's married because Ezra couldn't have committed adultery" she added.
...*...
Nightfall.
Sonny dismantled the young Madam's room door handle. Pushed with all their might along Rolex the big thing that was blocking the door, until the study table shifted and they managed to get in.
"Non," Bi inah panicked to see Dila still wearing face, lying on the floor.
"Innalillahi, Madam," said Rolex.
"Lex, call who it is. Female staff to lift Non Dila, this body is very hot. His face was pale ... Sonny, call the female doctor, hurry up," Bi Inah exclaimed as she saw the two men were silent.
Ten o'clock in the night. The female doctor came out of Dilara's room.
"He's dehydrated, hasn't any food entered his stomach yet? or is sheaum but past the iftar hour?" ask the female doctor who examined Dila.
Bi Inah and Rolex looked at each other. They don't know anything about her young mistress.
"I give the infusion first. The fever medicine has been injected all at once in this infusion fluid. Call PIK Medical only if urgent because I served there tonight .. thanks, I'm sorry" said the doctor after prescribing vitamins and fever-relieving tablets.
Bi inah then escorted the female doctor out of their unit and thanked her.
Almost midnight.
Two hours of tension had passed, until all the residents of the house were relieved. The three loyal followers of El Qavi also gathered in the family room.
"What is this really about?" Aunty was sitting limp on the sofa, sighing heavily and long.
"Eitherway. May they both be well, and things improve in the end" Rolex said expectantly.
Sonny was busy thinking about their suspicions. The same food and drink, why would only Ezra bear that deadly effect?
"Who?" rolex asked as he watched the young master's secretary think hard until his forehead wrinkled.
"We ate from the same menu. Even those people. But why only him?" said again.
Sonny opened his laptop, scanning one by one the concoctions in food samples that Ezra had vomited. He researched and created a simple cure.
"Is there another trigger, Son? before you eat, young master, why?" ask Rolex.
"Wait, I made a chart first," said Sonny. He took notes, started writing down all the possibilities on the paper.
"Auntie, see Non Dila ya," said Bi Inah rise to the room of the Miss. While the two young men were busy with their analysis.
After entering the room of his little master, Bibi sat on the side of the bed.
Groping the forehead that starts to sweat. Her fever gradually dropped as the intravenous fluids had partially entered the body of the weakly lying girl.
"Sickness, sickness, Mother...." Dilara.
"Air, A-bang...."
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...Mommy noted medical explanation after this yes.. ...
