SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 49. IMPROVE

"Then?" ezra asked puzzledly until he stopped his steps and turned to her.

Rolex walked up to the leader he was about to tempt.

"That's a girl, it feels like a girl. I know you're not the first for Cheryl, even though that woman is the first for you" whispered Rolex. Soon the man ran away leaving Ezra furious over Rolex's mischievous behavior.

"Basic singles!" Ezra cried in between the laughter of a loose Rolex who managed to incense a tinge of shame on the face of his handsome.

"Where yes, that's it. Mine, Dillara." Thrust happy on his tired face, his lips could not escape a smile that he rarely created.

I don't know when that comfort is present. The shadow of Dila not wearing the hijab slowly inhabited his mind for a long time for an Ezra if he had no taste.

"Surprisingly, you don't want to be lost from memory. All your behavior that makes me upset actually attracts me to pay more attention than usual. Honey, what are you doing in there?"

"Hopefully what I'm doing is worth it. You are my encouragement at this time," said Ezra, his fingers rubbed the screen wallpaper of his phone that has been changed with a photo of their prospective baby ultrasound.

"Oh Allah, miss...."

Both days passed with their respective busyness. Dilara tried to keep all food and drink intake. Including oral care is also a habit.

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PIK, TIGERS.

Two weeks later.

The young mistress looked increasingly accustomed to her new activities. Light exercise on the central balcony in the morning makes his body fitter.

Usually dhuha time, Dila murajaah in room. But today, he did the activity in front of the television room so that Bi Inah freely recorded secretly what his young lady was doing.

"If talking directly sometimes not so clear but if njai ko really smooth huh? what's the difference?" muttered Bibi watched from behind Dila's body. He sat at the dinner table not far from there.

An hour later, the woman dissolved in a clear and shahdu voice as Dilara studied. Until he felt peaceful and sleepy.

Because he had been teaching for too long, he felt his esophagus begin to dry up. Dila got up about to go to the pantry but prevented Bibi who realized her desire.

"Where are you? Not allowed to go to the kitchen," forbid Bi Inah to the girl who actually smiled sweetly to see her waistline.

"Drink, not to the kitchen," Dila replied a little unclear when reciting the word kitchen.

"Auntie get it, sit there and just continue Non Dila ngajinya," said Bi Inah later.

The girl in the Homy dress said, Dilara continued reading.

A few moments later.

"What letter is Non? does it mean no?" bi Inah asked as she returned to where her master had brought her a drink.

"There was. Al-insyirah means spaciousness. The story about after various kinds of difficulties when Rosulullah preached ... God gave ease. His interpretation emphasizes that we are always patient and trust in God." Dilara wrote a long sentence.

"The message that is implied is also a guarantee, because God uses lafadz inna which means taukid (affirmation) for anyone who tries, accompanied by prayer and trust must be easy to approach." Continue writing below that sentence.

"So, Non-Dila read it so that what? no more work, why?"

"In order to undergo the condition of pregnancy until birth. Also for Brother, so that his work Allah eases ..I impact my heart becomes calmer," explained Dila, her face smiling brightly looking at Auntie.

"And there are two repetitions of the Non verse, what does it mean the same?" ask Bi Inah again.

"Reaffirmation, so as not to be a pessimist to face all the obstacles of life because there must be a solution."

"I created one difficulty, but along with it, I created two facilities, and no one difficulty can defeat two facilities ... kholaqtu ‘usran wahidan, wa khalaqtu yusraini, walan yaghliba ‘usrun yusraini." Connect Dila for answers.

Dilara nodded and smiled sweetly at the old woman in front of him. His right hand then grabbed the glass filled with white water that he had been waiting for since. Slowly drink it up to the toilet.

"Non, where are you studying?" ask Aunty.

"From Nyai's. If he had taught me a verse, I would have written his nuzul asbabun. Nyai it teaches about tajwid and makhrojl letters, specifically for santriwati. I'm very lucky to learn from him directly even if I'm not a cottage boy."

"Have no other friends? there?" Aunt is trying to find information about her.

"No, only Mahira understands and wants to be friends with me. Others just say hello at a glance," he replied straightforwardly.

"Bi, how's Mita doing?" ask Dila.

"Non Mita, he said he wanted to come here but didn't know when. Don't have a number? maybe you want to send a message or something, Auntie has," said Auntie.

"Hmm, just ask your brother later," he replied briefly. Dila has not been open to her family.

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Surabayan.

Ruhama sat in the living room, looking at a picture of his adopted daughter's ultrasound through Velma's phone. A drop of clear hair fell wet his old cheeks which began to be decorated with many fine wrinkles.

Mahira's cell phone was lost in the theft while on public transport. Finally Dila again sent a message and video call using Velma as an intermediary for their communication.

The sweet princess had offered to give him a cell phone but Ruhama refused. Not because he could not operate the sophisticated flat object but more to, he was reluctant to accept many things from his daughter. More from Ezra.

Ruhama still remembered how much he was less fond of the handsome and masculine figure of the successor of the El Qavi clan.

Although he was sure both Dila and Ezra today had forgotten his old attitude when they asked for blessing.

Connecting long distances with Dilara, real brings a lot of changes to their closeness that had stretched even heated up some time ago.

Now he's sorry.

"Crazy, finally. I have a granddaughter" she said, wiping off a trail of tears.

"Mom, congratulations. I'm happy, too" Velma said.

"Son Velma, don't take care of me. It's healthy, even though now I'm not going anywhere because it is forbidden by Dilara, Nak Velma can go home," Ruhama is not happy with this young girl who is still looking after him.

"This is my house. If you don't mind because I'm actually a kara, too" Velma honestly told a glimpse of her life story.

"Yes already. This is your house too. Stay here until you're bored...."

"Thank you Ma. I thought, Mr. Ezra would fall in love with Miss. Because in addition to ayu, he is also smart," added Velma also felt happy.

"Mom didn't expect it, because Ezra was handsome, rich, handsome. She's too tall for my son, but seeing this, I hope their household will last. Dila can already hear it is very happy this heart," continued Ruhama.

"Aamiin .. may they be happy next," Velma continued in prayer.

"Great Master, do you know the gospel?"

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