SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 45. PRINCE ABDEEN

PoVs.

They call me Young Master Abdeen. I am 25 years old, after their departure I now hold the responsibility as the chairman of Papa's company, King Abdeen Property.

There had never been a woman by my side, if not for money they must have approached for power.

Including the woman, maybe only she had other motives, approaching me only as a distraction in boredom.

As long as both sides gain, satisfaction is also control over the devotees. I fulfill their wishes.

Until one day.

I saw you for the first time when I visited old man Haji Djarot who owed me so much.

Back then, you were wearing a Navy robe with a matching hijab leading a purple bike to meet a woman I knew she was your mother.

She, the good mother to you, looks from the way you love and love you to a dusty speck, not willing to touch her child's clothes.

That smile, round eyes that blink accompanied spoiled whimper when asking Mom to come home. Also when you just sit still. I don't know why the shadow is reluctant to disappear from memory.

Dilara, that's your name. It was my fault, not daring to ask even just say hello at that time.

If I had appeared before you, would your heart still turn to him? why, he was so easy to get everything I wanted to achieve without any effort.

I never thought, Ezra turned out to know and make you as Young Madam El Qavi.

If, I showed myself at that time, would you stay away from me? or even fear me.

Somehow the story line between your encounters, I will make sure this time you come to me

Wait for Dila, I am improving myself to deserve to stand before you later.

"El Qavi, this wound is too gaping...."

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A young man lying on the bed of an elite hospital abroad. Still loyal to his old memories that ambush him.

There was a sense of dislike when he heard the girl he liked from the first time he saw it contained the seed of the enemy.

Although he only learned the privileges that Dilara had, there was not the slightest shame in having his girl.

In fact, he has been determined to compile a team of experts so that women can hear back.

Se love was on the figure of Dila, who managed to pull him from the valley of the evil named vengeance. As easy as that, he motivates himself when the people around him are bored and even himself is very pessimistic to rise.

"Master. Here's the report you requested. Also the plan we're going to run" reported the man in black.

"When did you come in?" ask the young master.

"Since you smiled, I don't know who. I think, only Miss is able to incise happily on your face," she responded to her boss's question.

"hemm...."

The handsome man though a lot of bandages on his body, read the details of the writing neatly arranged in the map.

That masculine face displayed mysterious curates as well as satisfaction. The corners of his lips were pulled upwards forming an annoying smirk.

"Look at. How are you gonna get hurt, again...."

"Work, slowly, gently. Remove all evidence" he asked with the eyes of a murderer.

...***...

Early morning, PIK Tower.

Ezra was very tired when he opened the door handle of his unit. Hope to meet Dila was shattered already.

The strapping man headed to his wife's room with shaky steps. Trying to see a petite woman who is pregnant with her child before she rests.

Slowly, his hand pressed the door handle lever downwards. Hoping not to cause a sound that makes the master of the room awake.

"Hi Dila," he murmured as he managed to open a slight gap in the door.

He wanted to enter, but was too scared because the girl was sensitive to foreign movements around him.

"Sorry, I haven't had a chance to talk to you. I have to leave tomorrow. Take good care of yourself."

"Den," reprimanded the voice of the old woman from behind.

"Astaghfirullah," Ezra screeched in surprise.

"Again what? entry only. He slept the co pules. Not going to wake up because it is again do not sleep," said Bibi.

"Really?"

"Yes, there if you want to kiss," teased Bi Inah again.

"Ish, pervert continue."

"Loh, it's his wife. Free to do too, the evidence is immediately pregnant even though you like to get angry. Cuek, finally once so deh," replied Bibi again.

Ezra paid no heed to the babble of his little nanny. He went into Dila's room, closed the door slowly.

The sturdy body of an El Qavi approached the side of the bed. Bends both knees to equalize their height.

"Titip him yes, Dila." The burly fingers trembled hanging in the air, as they would touch his wife's body. For a minute he doubted.

The owner of the body that is asleep does not feel anything when the hands of the man he always waits to apply gently to him, rubbing several times the body part where their future baby lives.

C-ups. Ezra landed a kiss of affection on Dilara's forehead.

"It's always healthy, don't stress. I'm taking care of you as much as I can. I'm leaving, pray all right so we'll see each other again soon."

Ezra got up, pulled the blanket that closed imperfectly.

Long he looked at the face of ayu who was asleep, before immortalizing with his device that was almost extinguished because it ran out of power.

Love's. He is still reluctant to admit his feelings with one magic word for people who are drunk with romance.

The young master only realized, there was a feeling of comfort when thinking about it and looking at it. His heart warms frequently.

After what happened that night. The pieces of memory slowly came back, making him more empathetic to the figure of Dila. He did not expect that the girl was willing to sacrifice much for him.

Even when Rolex gave word that Dila was sick afterwards. The guilt of breaking the promise even though it was his right also haunted Ezra's mind.

...***...

Next Morning.

Crown Prince El Qavi has been tidy by carrying a large travel bag that Rolex pulled out of the apartment.

He sent a letter to his wife. Regret not being able to say much because of the limited time he has.

"Bi, leave Dila. Remember our plan. Ok?" sahut Ezra when the middle-aged woman took it out of the house.

"Yes, in the Lord my Aunt, Den. The calm ones let it finish quickly. Quickly return yes," said Bi Inah to release the departure of his employer.

It's heavy, not just Ezra. All residents who see the two people who like each other but are still reluctant to meet because at that time seemed unwilling they were in such a situation.

What can be done, just trying to trust each other the capital they have at this time.

An hour later, Duha time.

I left the room because I was so nauseous. It felt as if he was riding something that was taking him flying. His head was dizzy, the weak body almost fell.

"Money!" aunty shouted trying to chase Dila at the toilet door from the front.

Grep. The woman's old hand held the weight of her master's body.

"Why?"

"Mual, kayak ride rides in Dufan are pulled up," said Dila resisted the turmoil of his stomach.

"Hmmm, his father just got on that plane. Nyetrum huh?" said Bibi massaged Dila's nape who was trying to get out the vomit of his stomach.

"Huh? leaving again?"

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