SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 52. RELIEVED

China's.

"Boss, No ... Boss," Rolex shouted, Ezra threatened to break his cell phone's password and divulge Rolex's most sacred secret.

"Return Dehakan, or I open it all, and send it to him .. Which one?" threatening Ezra is no less fierce.

"Fine, you win .. fine!" Rolex gave up, returned the laptop that was playing video footage of the young mistress.

Ezra laughed loosely, feeling superior soaring into the air. The old weapon urged Rolex at a critical time was still working.

"Don't keep on making Lex, your face is uglier than a chucky doll" Ezra said.

"However. Next year maybe I'll be rich, boss!"

"Obviously rich, if you're married to...."

"Boss! geez. If he'd known, where would my face be?" pissed off.

"Put it down, do you want to enter a position with what? a snore?" Ezra was endlessly laughing, he was content to make fun of Rolex this time.

Childhood love that blossoms into adulthood. Even to this day, he still admired her figure in silence. One of the reasons he was reluctant to be in love with other women because Rolex was very fond of the girl.

"Forward, chase. He doesn't see who you are" suggested Ezra.

"Ck, Boss. Forget it," Ezra's assistant stepped aside. His body was always trembling, his heart was beating irregularly even though it only heard the girl called figuratively.

After a few minutes of joking, everything was back to normal. Ezra began to struggle again with all his work.

Until something happens.

"Boss!"

"Lex, wait."

" No, leave it," exclaimed Rolex pulling Ezra out of their makeshift office, galloping up a few steps.

Braakkk.

The semi-permanent building collapsed almost flat to the ground. The earthquake just hit the city.

"Dila, Thank God. Behaved," he said wiping the laptop containing all the videos of the wife. He clenched it as if afraid of losing.

Ezra managed to grab his golden object for a second before the aspri pulled the arm.

"Geez, if I'm not interested, what would be the boss?" rolex Mummings. His leg was injured by stumbling a blunt iron avoiding the pointy peg that had collapsed earlier.

"Lex, your leg." The owner of EQ building Jakarta, screeched to see fresh blood pouring from behind the black trouser he was wearing.

"Well, my science faded because it crossed the ocean," he continued to endure pain.

Dilara's husband called the medical team, he ignored all his equipment that was buried in ruins. Focus on Rolex, right now.

"Boss, laptop is more important than me?" insinuate the man who is no less beautiful with the employer.

"There is my wife and son. Clearly more important. You're important too, Lex. Don't lose with pain, get healthy again yes and fight for your love that has almost gone stale," he said trying to be wise.

"He's called again," Rolex muttered.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Just saying the word He, his heart had already jumped in excitement. Ezra has always supported him but he is too dwarf when faced with the beautiful figure.

Ezra accompanies his beloved assistant to the medical room on the project they are working on. Rolex got three stitches, the skin under his knee torn by iron that he did not know where it came from.

After the special Aspri finished getting first aid, Ezra was relieved. Clear image of the face of Dilara's husband.

This country is very disaster-responsive.

Thirty minutes after the earthquake, all activity was almost back to normal. The building that had just been leveled with the ground, was re-established. All supporting equipment, temporarily evacuate to the emergency tent.

"Wow," Ezra was amazed.

An hour of tension, through hundreds of workers there smoothly. When the CEO of El Qavi sat back behind his emergency office desk, he immediately remembered the figure of the wife.

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Indonesia, at night.

Dilara reluctant to eat, let alone do activities or something. He was just silent, sitting in front of the television listening to the world news as well as observing the way the sign language moves.

His heart was also troubled to hear that a magnitude 7 earthquake had just hit the Chinese country, ahead of this afternoon. Dila wanted to find out about her husband. But cell phones and laptops in the room, he was lazy to move because he was amazed to follow the development of disaster response in the country.

"China, where is your brother?" Dila got up, forced to find her husband's personal assistant to the laundry room.

I could not find a woman who would be called for help. The young miss turned the direction inside the room, picking up her phone and laptop. The white fingers were nimble searching about a big project there.

His face paled, his right palm closed the mouth that had gaping due to shock when he found the location of the most severe point due to the earthquake.

"No, brother, can't ... Bii, Auntie," cried Dilara.

Biips. The apartment door opens.

Dilara forgot that his condition was two-bodied. He ran from the room to meet Bi Inah's arrival.

"Astaghfirullah, Non, get pregnant again!" Aunty was no less panicked, her voice shrill high making Dila aware instantly.

Sreg. Dilara.

"Aah," the screech then touched the stomach. Realized mistake.

"Money!" Auntie threw all the shopping baskets she was carrying since entering the residence.

This old woman tried to support the employer's body so as not to fall on the floor.

"No, I'm fine. Adek, is it okay Bi? blood? there isn't?" The young mistress frantically looked towards the lower body, Dila's tone was indistinct to the point of sitting herself on the floor.

"No Non, no stomach pain? why running? forget, have content?" reprimand Aunt with a firm tone.

Dilara was surprised, only this time the woman like her mother both looked angry.

"Abang, how do you connect Abang. I want to know," her cries broke.

Deghs. Inah only realized that her young mistress was panicking.

In the lobby after the supermarket. Bi Inah receives a call from Sonny informing her that their young master is fine. Only an injured Rolex gets three stitches over a torn iron wound.

"Den Ezra is fine, Rolex is lightly injured. Wes is calm. Let's get up, the floor is cold. Wes nyantol mbatin," said Bibi while pulling and memapah Dila to get up from his position to the sofa in the family room.

"Call Brother, Bi."

"Auntie never calls but try." This patient woman also took a cellphone from her skirt pocket and pressed the number keys of the crown prince Emery.

Trowels. Trowels.

Bi Inah repeated the same call up to three times but remained disconnected. In his gloom, he got up slowly from the sofa. Choose to tidy up all his belongings and bring back into the room. Leaving behind Bi Inah who was still sitting alone there even though her fingers still tried to suppress the same number keys.

"Den, wait ... Non, Non.." Bi Inah's turn ran towards Dila's room.

Geck. Geck.

"Yes, Bi?"

"This .. tuh, mo di telen, in lamot, in view until the dagger can also be. There's a signal...." Aunt handed her phone to Dila.

The girl was silent when she saw the face she missed.

"Hello, Bi...."

"A-bang?"

"Dila, honey ... Are you there?"

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