SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 47. DEAR

"This, you mean brother? same me?" The ayu girl who was still doubtful was once again reading the final sentence.

"Weight left you...."

Instead of continuing the contents of the letter that still has a few sentences left, Dilara actually unconsciously squeezed the paper he held.

Whether the sense of what was present in his heart, he closed his eyes, clenched tightly the paper as if unwillingly when the wind that began to blow strong would bring him flying.

"So brother, don't you hate us?" muttered Dila, her lips said a lot of sholawat. Pressing the digital tassel keys that are often circular on his right index finger.

After the heartbeat subsided, the tightness of happiness began to recede. Dila opened her eyes again, holding tightly the sheet containing the writing of the husband.

"There's a lot I want to talk to you about, Dila. Including plans to check your condition to the USA, whether medical action can be done so that you are easier to hear or other options."

"Dilara Huwaida, I'm sorry for all my actions. I may not be able to say the word love, but thank you for sacrificing so much for me."

"Hopefully when I get back, our relationship is better than ever. Wait for me to come home, Dila darling."

"Wassalamu'alaikum."

Long ago, Ezra's wife looked at the neatly arranged paragraph.

His shoulders trembled finely, he sobbed, bent his knees and leaned the pashmina-covered head over him.

"Is it true what you wrote? not just to amuse me, is it? but thank you Robb, you give me a happy streak when my heart wants to give up" said Dila in between the sobs.

Bi Inah who had been behind the wall, heard all the words, complaints Dilara over their relationship.

"The two of you, trust each other. This household exam was indeed started because of the lack of communication since it began ... Ezra is like my son, even he hears more of my words than his father..He is a good man, Dila .. very good, although hurt even if his mother comes asking for something, he said, it must have been granted even though he hated it .. My son deserves to be happy."

"Za, Auntie will come to fight with you this time, son, go home and meet your wife's child, I'll reaffirm my good relationship with this sholihah woman," Aunty also shed tears that almost never dripped since she saw the woman leaving Ezra and little Mita.

"For a long time, I even forgot how good crying rhythms .. ck, Inah, follow the drama. Come on, help the two kids be happy, Inah." Aunt encouraged herself as she moved from there.

The Maghrib.

Auntie called out to Dila who was still on the balcony. His hand carried Ezra's sweater before being asked.

"Non, enter Maghrib and the wind is tight. This is used to keep warm continue to rise, pray on top," said Bibi while wearing a sweater to Dila's body.

"To top? why?" ask Dila wonder.

"Whenever I miss the smell of her husband, the door to Den Ezra's room is not locked" she said.

Dila just smiled, reluctant to respond despite wanting to. She's shy.

"Eh, this is Brother's?" inner Dila.

Her heart was blooming, she inhaled the fragrance of her husband's perfume and went into the room to prepare to pray maghrib.

Dila will start her new routine in dhikr, reciting the Quran is also a prayer during early pregnancy.

"I still can't perfectly pronounce waladdholliin, the difficulty .. whereas al-fatihah is the ultimate letter to everything, as a healer as well...."

"It is fitting that Nyai Syuria always reprimanded for this one letter, it turns out that Dho, is a letter that is difficult to pronounce other than 'ain."

"Nyai says .. There is no hijaiyah longer than this, and nothing more difficult to pronounce than that ... although some scholars claim that people who mistakenly pronounce the letter dho dima'fu because it can pronounce the letter dho from both sides only: Rasullulah, Umar bin Khottob & Ali bin Abi Tholib." Dila tried to remember the lesson taught her directly from the Nyai. When the storm came back.

"Dila, njai is good practice, makhrojl letters are mandatory but if you are difficult and there is a lack, Allah is forgiven and Allah will directly guard your reading, the origin of the istiqomah," said the Nyai.

Dila again demonstrated how to read the letter Dho.

The tip of the tongue is affixed with the tip of the upper incisor teeth, as for the way of pronunciation, the tip of the tongue slightly out, like Dza, but thick (Dho). It is difficult because of Nyai's explanation that says that Dho is the typeface al-lisan (tongue), where the sound comes out from the base of the edge of the tongue.

Repeatedly Dila tried as much as he could, until the adhan maghrib was heard, Ezra's wife was preparing to pray.

After the three prayers were performed, he chanted dhikr and continued with some special surah readings for pregnant women including letters that were difficult for him. Al-inshiroh's chat.

"Bismillah, for Adek's sake. Mother actively learn makhrojl letters and tajwid again.." his determination is strong.

Ba'da isya, Bi Inah ventured to knock on the door of her young mistress' room. Because since Maghrib he heard the girl was keen to read the Quran, Bibi hesitated to disturb.

Geck. Geck.

"Non, where are you eating?" aunt's soft voice called out to Dilara.

"At the dinner table, break Bi, I'll take care of this first." Dila wrote, tucking notes from the door while tidying up the mushaf as well as prayer equipment.

"Ok, don't be long, yes" said the household assistant trust El Qavi.

Before long, he went out of the room to see Aunt in the pantry. The fragrant smell of the cuisine of the old woman filled the cavity of her sense of smell.

"Spent yes, this is a favorite with Ezra," said Bi Inah offering a sauteed dish of spinach as well as an omelet that is filled with cayenne pepper fill.

"Abang, doyan like this?" ask Dila.

Bi Inah simply nodded, she had not cooked for him for a long time.

"Non, now that you're talking pretty firmly, yeah, learn where?" ask Aunty.

"Online courses, his mentor from Australia. Pake English but sometimes I don't understand, so I can only see the way in the video." Write Dila Long while waiting for the food to be warm to be safely eaten when touching his tongue.

"Pantesan .. tomorrow control to the doctor yuk. I was curious to see a baby in the stomach. Kan Bibi era there is no such thing .. yes," he persuaded again.

"Yes, I will register first, Bi, right now if you want to go to the hospital must register online." Dila is back to writing.

"Oh that way, Auntie doesn't understand. Non Dila can list it?"

"Can donk. Later choose a female doctor so that you are safe." continued under the initial sentence.

"Same?" Auntie astonished.

"Babbrother's not here. If you check it is touched, seen, aurat. If there is a female doctor, try it. Except urgent, urgent, precarious nah new, allowed with permission and redho husband."

"That's yes ... Non-Dila keep that?" say Bi Inah again.

"He'em .. Can I eat?" ask Dila shy.

Aunt nodded. "Deeen, eat it too" cried Auntie.

Dilara was surprised, Aunt spoke out whether intended for whom. But he didn't care, his stomach worm was already very struggling to be filled.

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"Eat a lot, honey," Ezra closes the call with her nanny.

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