SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 57. I'M HOME

"Darling, I'm coming home .. to you," Ezra murmured as he was boarding while changing his phone's settings to flights mode.

"Boss, I slept first. My head hurts" Rolex said after they were in the cabin.

Before long, the iron bird began to rise splitting the sky, hovering in the vastness of the earth. Carrying millions of hopes, prayers, and dreams belonging to every person who is in his arms, slowly dissolved in the cradle of longing pus syahdu when imagining the creation of the Almighty.

Ezra is no exception. His heart was agitated, his fingers clutching Dila's apple-scented perfume.

"I can't wait to see you" said Ezra, regardless of what was present, he felt a strong urge to return.

"There are still six hours more Boss, good to sleep first so that when you meet the Madam later, your face is pleasing to the eye. Who knows, the child in the womb is actually reluctant to see the face tangled his father," jelly Rolex interrupted drowsiness, he laughed, happily teasing the employer who had just kept his mouth shut.

The Aspri had yet to notice Ezra's sharp gaze on him. He is still faithful with a crisp laugh that comes out of the sexy lips of the owner of the Rolexander name.

"Is that so, Lex? any pregnant wives who refuse to see their husbands?" ask Ezra curiously.

"Many Bosses. Don't even want to be touched, there's also a request to separate. To the extreme, she was fed up and hated her husband half-dead" Rolex told Ezra.

"Huh, seriously? so if Dila is ignorant and seems to hate me does that mean my son is not willing to know his father?" ezra urged more and more curious.

Want to laugh freely, when he saw the innocent face and anxiety that was clearly reflected in the handsome face of his master. If not on the way on the plane, it feels like he will go koprol or rocking drill to celebrate how lucky he was to see the silly look of the young boss El Qavi.

"It could be, it's a sign that you're not wanted by either of them. Hence Boss, don't be rude if you speak. Not with anger against women especially being pregnant. Think, what does the Madam owe you? there isn't, is there? why sacrifice too?"

The opportunity for Rolex to touch the emotional side of the man he values almost loses the warmth of his heart.

"Yes, yeah Lex. I'm mean to Dila." Ezra plays an oval-shaped perfume bottle in his hand.

After a short conversation that turned out to pinch his numb heart. Emery's eldest son closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Don't hate me, Dila."

Dilara's husband opened the cabin window beside her. He takes off the view as far as the eye reaches. Wide, but definitely has an edge.

"Dilara, in the twilight deck I pleaded for a wish for our household to be more colorful because the universe deigns to give color that is not just mortal."

"I hope we're not twilight, just together. Seeing each other but not tied together, staring at each other but not staying," said the young and talented architect.

Ezra was still looking out the window, not satisfied that he complained to the Bayu, which might melt the strength of their relationship.

It's true, dusk is like an opiate. Always awaited despite the presence for a moment, only to be able to let go of longing.

Five hours later, Soetta Indonesia.

Both men perlente set foot back to the homeland after months of leaving the lap of the motherland.

"Go home, boss? I do, I'm lazy to go home," Rolex pinta.

"Yes, I want to meet Dila, usually at this hour he will briefly wake up for tahajud," said Ezra while pulling a quick travel bag of his.

An hour later, PIK Tower.

In the early hours of the morning, Ezra opened the door of his unit slowly.

Biipp's.

"My home, I'm home. Dila," Ezra murmured, though his face was tired but a line of smile was imprinted faintly on his lips.

"Lex, good rest. Tomorrow I don't want to work first," said Ezra turned to the right side where the assistant nyeleneh stood still fix the innate.

"Ok, Boss. Happy miss." Rolex pulled a travel bag towards the guest room located to the right of its young master's workspace.

After Rolex left, Ezra looked around.

The handsome man of Emery's descent, was busy repairing all his equipment that he had just dismantled from the travel bag.

All of Dilara's skincare is intact, he arranged next to his in the bathroom.

Hang another black bathrobe there. Shifting the soap place is also shampoo, put his wife's belongings neatly lined in a stainless container in the corner of the shower cabin.

"Otherwise yes?"

He looked at the satisfaction of his work, all his property now coupled with the property of the little girl.

"Let's just be happy. I hope he moves, but I won't make sense. His name is also not in love, Za patience. Slowly fixed," he said, giving himself determination.

After separating the dirty clothes in the basket, he rushed to take a shower as well as wudhu.

"Wake up yet? it's about three in the morning" he said in a hurry out of the bathroom, changed clothes and then did two sunnah skirts.

Twenty passed.

The handsome man with wet hair and the rest of the water droplets were still wetting his face, stepping his feet down to the ground floor.

He heard a loud but faint sound from the kitchen. With a sinking step, Ezra approached the source of the sound.

Deghs.

"Alhamdulillah, dear." Ezra's mind, when he saw his wife standing in the pantry, seemed to make something.

"Hungry right? patience yes, Mother warm her dimsum first and make ginger water, let you warm. After this, we take a shower. It's early dawn" said Dila softly, inviting to talk to the baby in the stomach that continues to kick because of hunger until he can not sleep soundly.

Ezra was silent, standing away from the pantry door so that his breath could not be heard from Dilara, so that he could longer look at the tiny figure that now looks more contained.

"You're almost six months pregnant, but you don't look pregnant when you look back, baby" Ezra said.

Dilara is not happy, he touched his nape. It felt like someone was looking at his back but he did not dare to look.

Ezra realized that Dila's body gesture was starting to become uncomfortable. Slowly he approached.

Meanwhile, the heartbeat of pregnant women increasingly intense racing, feel the danger threatening, Dilara also grabbed a knife in his reach.

When to turn.

Setts. Ezra held Dila's hand in the air, not allowing the woman to turn around.

Grep.

"It's me, honey. I'm."

Ezra hugged the young mistress, whom he missed from behind. Smear the head covered in old maroon hijab and keep his head on the left shoulder, wet hair that touches the cheeks of his wife's padlocks.

The body that feels more contained is just silent sculpting. He recognized this smell, a very longed-for fragrance but no power of lips.

Dilara began to sob slowly, in the arms of Ezra who hugged tightly above his chest.

"sorry. I'm sorry...."

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