SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 40. PRESENTIMENTS

The next day. In Dilara's room.

The girl with round eyes painstakingly opened her eyelids back, as if battered with stones. Weight.

The infusion was released before dawn when he first opened his eyes. All he asked at that time was to remove the needle prick on his pulse.

"I-mom.." lirih Dila. Her retina is trying to adjust to a beam of light that enters through the vertical blind.

"Alhamdulillah, Non. Haven't you? It's Auntie," the voice of the middle-aged woman held in husk because of haru.

"Where is it still sick?" aunty asked slowly looking at the bead of eyes that had not fully opened.

"W-w-w-w?" the soft voice was increasingly soft, until Bi Inah brought her ear closer to the mouth of the Miss.

"What it's called, if it wasn't for Nak Ezra, it was for his mother."

"Den Ezra is not yet recovered. If Non Dila wants to look, it must be healthy first. Drink yes, it's been 24 hours of fasting." Bi Inah brought a glass filled with water also given a straw, to the side of the Miss's mouth so that she could easily suck the clear liquid to wet her dry throat.

The young mistress' lips slowly got wet again.

Dilara nodded faintly, using body sign language by closing her eyes.

"Mau Du - ha." Dila pointed at Mukena on the table.

"Not all dipake yes, Non?" Bi Inah pointed towards her ear. Because when changing the hijab and Dila's wet clothes due to fainting last night, Bibi saw only one ear still wearing a hearing aid.

Dilara only nodded faintly to answer the question of the housekeeper as well as the nanny of her husband.

"Yuk, aunty help if you want to pray. Tayamum is it Non? how-how? where's the dust going?"

Dilara. "Help tilt, Bi," she asked Auntie very slowly.

"Bismillah." Dila put both palms of the right hand with the position of the fingers attached to the wall. Then rub it all over the face.

"Nawaitut Tayammuma Lisstibaahatish Shalaati Fardlol Lillaahi Taaalaa.”

Dilara put her palm back on the wall, this time with her fingers stretched out.

(If using the ring, then the ring must be removed during the tayamum.)

Next he placed his left palm on the back of the right hand to the elbow. Then, turn the left palm to the inside of the right arm, then rub it to the wrist. Next rub the inside of the left thumb into the back of the right thumb.

(not to be cut off yes, and not to touch the right palm of the hand trabas)

The lady did the same thing to her left hand. Aunty noticed the way Dila lived.

The final step, Dilara brought the palms together and rubbed between her fingers.

(Well, palms, this is the last)

Patiently, the woman took care of her little employer. Helping all Dila's needs until fully recovered.

Meanwhile, Ezra, monitored by a male nurse and Rolex who faithfully accompanied the room of the prince El Qavi.

...*...

A week has passed.

Young master El Qavi had started practicing sitting and walking even though his body was still limp. Trying to take care of himself.

"Lex, who?" tanyakanya.

"A name, Sir. It's good that you recover first, we'll talk about this further."

"In my dream, whether subconscious, I remembered someone ... Dila, how?"

"Miss is sick just like you, almost a week. He is also more quiet than ever. Aunty said, Miss since yesterday has locked herself back in the room," said Rolex explained the condition of her young mistress.

"He was hurt because of me. Misunderstand me, Lex," said Ezra.

"meaning?"

"Later I'll talk to him. I couldn't find her yet, much less look her in the eye" said Ezra, deeply guilty of what she had done to Dilara.

"He's, your wife, Boss. You guys shouldn't have been like this from the start. Miss, be sincere with you" Rolex told her master.

"This morning, Doctor Ilman, will explain your condition" Rolex added.

"Yes, I'm ready whatever the outcome. Is a name that you cantongi, the same as the one I had in mind?" ask Ezra again to Rolex. This time the young man just looked down.

"Not to answer, Lex. From your face alone I already know the answer." Ezra smiled wryly given his tragic fate.

Geck. Geck.

Ezra's room door was knocked. Rolex got up from the single sofa in the room to the door and opened it.

"Please, Doctor," Rolex invited the courtier and Ezra's personal Doctor into the room dominated by the dark ash.

"Hi Za, how are you today?" greet Ilman when he saw the face and physical of his patient began to fit.

"Still feeling weak, Man. How'd it go?" ask Ezra with a flat face.

"Retinis pigmentosa, non-syndrome nil. Your retina is saved, a disease of the retina that initially triggers nearsightedness and then gradually worsens to blindness. Occurs due to genetics or other causes, one of which is a side effect of regular use via-gra in high doses"

" ... I suspected your eyes long ago when you used to complain about not being able to see clearly at dusk. I'm afraid that yesterday's incident triggered it but now I'm sure it's safe" Ilman explained the diagnosis.

"Liver, Mr. Emery once told me you were born with high bilirubin. Bad lifestyle habits, ever make you have hepatitis A disease. If the poison you drank yesterday drew all that reaction, I'm afraid it's gonna be cirrhosis. However, once again, you survived," Ilman took a deep breath.

"Well, heart. Do you still feel pain or irregular pounding?" ask Ilman again.

"Little bit" replied Ezra.

"Law, I detox with this yeah, naturally. In shay'a Allah will die down in the next few days" Ilman concluded, handing over a bottle of medicine containing ten grains to Rolex.

"Conclusion, Doc?" ask the Aspri.

"He will improve. Follow a healthy diet menu that has been made by a nutritionist for you. Thank you to Madam. What's his name, Za?"

"Why?" Ezra tried to pretend.

"He, save your life. This is no antidote and can only be made by someone with money. This serum is deadly and very expensive" Ilman explained his findings.

"Unfeelable, without smell there should even be a lighter to activate it. Removing the tracks very neatly" Rolex said of Ilman's allegations.

"Absolutely, correct." Ilman gave his personal assistant two thumbs up.

Ezra just kept quiet, fixated on all the notes Ilman handed him.

"Somehow you want me dead. You ask, I'll give you."

...***...

In another place.

A lifeless figure of flesh was being held captive in a dark, stuffy room.

Plakk. His right cheek was slapped with all his might.

"Never becus. Choose where? repeat until you can or die!" Shouted a man with a burly body.

"I've been working on it! ****** that is also not a betrayer and I have completed the assignment. Release!" his jolt did not accept this treatment.

Plakk. Again, this time his left cheek was targeted.

"dreams. Die!" The burly man with the tiger head tattoo on his left arm also left himself there.

"You, you promised to save my sister. Oye! back....!"

"I swear, if my sister dies. Will take revenge on you. Just wait," he growled.

"Aaarrggghhhh, young master! I misjudged you. I'm asking the wrong person for help." Sorry is useless now.

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