SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 41. NERVOUS BACK

A month passed so quickly.

Dilara looked out through the small window of her room. Even though it looks like a skyscraper, he enjoys it.

"High, looming yet desolate at this point. Brother, hope you're okay. Sorry I haven't been ready to show my face since that day. It was very painful," muttered Dila with a silken face imprinted clearly.

Drrtts. Incoming message notifications.

"Oh Mba Winda was waiting, almost forgot." Dila grabbed a bag, a jacket and some books. He is going to the library today to return a book that was borrowed one month ago. It is very late from the schedule of his return, maybe he will be penalized or fined this time.

Before leaving the room, Dila took the time to send a message to Mahira.

"My dear, leave a message for Mom. Do'a me too." Dilara wrote two messages for her best friend in Surabaya.

"Mother, thanks to the AVT method I've made a lot of progress in pronouncing the word. May we speak better, approach normal people while gathering courage for cochlear transplants. The results of today's examination are good, ma'am. Dila dear Mother. If you're free, Dila wants to go home, miss Mother."

When his hand reached for the door handle, the girl wearing an old lilac robe with a matching plain hijab took a deep breath.

From that day on, this was the first time he would cross a lot of space to reach the door of the Unit.

"Hopefully I can get through this. Bismillah."

Cekliikkb. Dila very slowly opened and closed the door of her room.

"Non," reprimanded Aunt from the laundry room.

"Astaghfirullah, Bi," Dila was surprised, the round eyes were successful in breaking. He held his chest while patting slowly hoping that his heart beat would return to normal.

"Shock yeah. Excuse me. Where you going?" whispered Bi Inah still with a smiling face looking at her little master shocked.

Dilara showed the writing on her little note to Auntie.

"Oh, be careful."

The ayu girl nodded slowly, grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand before her and then stepped towards the exit.

While crossing the Ezra workspace. Dilara's heart misgivings, fearing that the man is in there and knowing his whereabouts.

"Ah relieved," he muttered as he managed to cross the room smoothly.

"Crazy."

After recovering a few weeks ago, Ezra chose to work from home. This morning while going down the stairs to the study, he accidentally saw Dila passing by. Carrying a jacket and backpack, dressed neatly as if about to leave. The man hastened his steps to catch up with him.

Deghs.

Dilara ignored, he still pretended not to listen. His right hand grabbed the door handle so he could leave the apartment immediately.

Brakkk's.

The door that had been slightly opened, was pushed firmly by the burly hand of a man.

"Where are you going?" Ezra asked, standing in the way.

Dila remained silent in her place. No intention of asking this man a question.

Jemari young master El Qavi then grabbed a small face that was still lowered as if reluctant to look at him.

Inevitably, the two pairs of eyes also sat face to face. Dila turned her face, showing the same writing to Ezra, also when asked by Auntie.

"Who with? Yours?" ask Ezra gently.

Dila only nodded faintly, grabbed Ezra's hand for salim and then tried to roll back the door handle to open.

Ezra also shifted his position to stand so that the apartment door opened wider.

"Don't dawdle. We need to talk." Ezra held the girl's shoulder. Grabbing the pen embedded on Dila's note, and writing his intention.

The girl just quietly read it then nodded slowly and darted away, disappearing behind the door.

Dilara ran a little towards the elevator that would take her down. He was in a hurry to press the button on the panel wall.

Ting. Before long, the iron door opened, and he entered.

"Well, why the hell, brother over there. Calm down my heart," Dila patted his chest softly.

It turns out that not seeing the man for a long time actually makes the heartbeat of the young mistress more difficult to control when nearby.

While in apart.

Ezra was fixated on looking at the door of the apartment that had closed since.

The smell of a fresh apple long unsmelled by his senses momentarily hypnotized the owner of the sturdy body.

"You must hate me, Dila, just look at me reluctantly" complained Ezra.

"My fault...."

He turned to his office towards his office. Wandering all day inside the concrete walls doing all the projects that had been untouched for a long time.

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Hospitals.

Supposedly one week after he put on a hearing aid, Dila returned to the ENT Doctor to check his condition.

Now, the girl has been sitting sweetly accompanied by Winda in front of Poly with other patients.

"Non, cool. A lot of changes when it was just a month or so the course," amazed Winda.

"Lumayan Mba, Dila can only pay for classes for three sessions during the week. So a lot of learning from the module and see the records aja ... every one week, we are given the opportunity to talk in the forum. Although online but all members of the spirit of learning ... I was amazed at six year olds. The condition is quite severe, but it can talk like Dila gini, Maa sya Allah right," Dilara enthusiastically told Vinda.

The online motorcycle driver embraced the young lady as an expression of his happiness.

"Both Winda happy, Non Dila like gini," he said again.

"Miss Dilara," exclaimed the nurse as she showed the patient's name on the white board.

Winda answered the nurse's call and invited her to rise into the action room.

Fifteen minutes passed. The doctor concluded.

"Congratulations Miss, the tool does not cause allergies and irritation. Also works well. The spirit of carrying out activities like normal people," said the doctor reached out to Dila.

"Thank you very much, Doctor. I'll come back here if the funds for the operation are ready" Dila said.

"Good, Miss. Hopefully everything will be smooth as you wish" said the doctor.

The two women came out of the room with radiant faces. Dilara with a sense of confidence that is getting stronger, while Winda feel lucky to be friends with good people like Dilara.

They went down the escalator to the basement. When passing through the front of the IGD room, Dila staggered, fortunately Winda was quick to hold his body until he did not fall hard to hit the floor.

"Non," cried Winda frantically seeing her young Miss limp, pale and in a cold sweat.

He immediately asked the guard nurse for help not far from there. Dilara is then raised to the cage and pushed into the IGD space.

"Non why? don't hurt Non," Pinta Winda pleaded. Holding the paler hand of the friend's taste customer.

Dilara felt her head suddenly very heavy. His gaze was twitching until he unconsciously fell while walking earlier.

The female doctor, who was asked by Winda, is still checking on Ezra El Qavi's wife. Before long, he wrote something on the paper and handed it to the faithful Winda accompanying on the patient's side of the cage.

"Why with me, Doctor?" ask Dila.

"Lots of rest, no stress. Excuse me," The doctor patted Dila's arm gently then pulled the curtain and left the room.

"Mba, what am I?" tanya Dila turned her face to Winda who was still reading the note handed over by the doctor. The woman was glued to her place, not hearing Dilara's question.

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