SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 6. PRESUMPTIONS

Rolex is aware of his stupidity. He then chased after the girl who had already drifted away in an instant.

"Buset, fast very yes .. is he traumatized?" rolex muttered in pursuit with his matic motor.

"If only the great sir hadn't asked me to look after the girl, I wouldn't be here this early on the weekend" Rolex lamented.

Tin. Tin.

Rolex repeatedly honked his motorcycle horn hoping Dilara heard. But her hopes were in vain, the girl still did not care about anyone behind her. It's even faster to pedal.

When it was about to turn, Rolex was forced to intercept the speed of the bike until Dilara almost fell back.

"Miss, wait," exclaimed Rolex rushing to lower standards to refute his bike.

Grep.

Rolex hand held down Dilara's bicycle.

With patience still abundant, he slowly hinted that he was not one of the criminals.

"I ... not .. villain, listen .. I. first," said Ezra's personal assistant, staring intently at Dilara's eyes.

In the face of a man with a neat and fragrant look, a clean face and hair drizzle, a sharp nose with narrow eyes, rubbing his round eyeballs several times while nodding his head even though he was hesitant.

"Ok, you're Dilara aren't you?" ask Rolex again.

Dilara silently watched the man's hand as if he was going to write something, but he did not find the paper there.

"Sh-itt, where the little notes are," said Rolex still looking at the back of his pants.

"It." Instead of handing over her little notebook that she always carries, she doesn't forget that her flickering fingers display sign language to make Rolex understand.

"Oh, thank you." Welcome Rolex to the hand of Dilara who stuck out holding a notepad for her.

Rolex wrote many sentences there, explaining who he was and what he meant to come this early to see a girl.

After a few minutes. Rolex held his breath, stretching his sore fingers as a result of writing many words at a time.

Ck, what if you're angry? I can't if I have to write anger, Rolex said.

His handsome face displayed a line of smiles at his thoughts just now. Rolex handed over the set of sentences he had written in the notebook to Dilara.

The girl who was later seen ayu in the view of Rolex, received a helping hand. Read all the rows of sentences there slowly to completion.

"Where, will you?" rolex asked again after he was sure that Dilara had understood his point.

The girl did not answer Rolex questions for him, but wrote something there stating that she remembered who Rolex was but that she should still go to school first. After that, he will return home to return all the belongings of the middle-aged man he helped.

Rolex read the writing that Dilara thrust at him.

"Ok, I'll drop you off if so" he concluded after Rolex read.

Dilara turned back his purple bicycle, down the road he had just passed. The feeling was a little anxious but Dila believed that this man was indeed the messenger of the man who owned the jade bracelet that was worn under his clothes.

After a few strokes that made Dila exhausted and a little pain in her legs, finally the green gate behind the pesantren was visible.

Dilara took his bike down and wrote something for Rolex. Before knocking on the door for the guard to open it.

"Wait here, men are barred from entering, I'll be back an hour later." Dilara wrote a line of words and handed them to Rolex.

"Ok, I wait there," pointed the man at the shady tree by the driveway.

Dilara smiled, nodded, knocked on the door and disappeared behind the door.

In the silence of Dilara's waiting time, her phone rang. One name appeared there making Rolex sprightly even though the figure was not seen in front of him.

"At first, Great Lord, I'm accompanying Dilara as per your orders. There was a small incident but I've cleared up .. It seems your rivals know about the girl." Report to the great Lord.

"Take Dilara here, I'm lonely. Mita is taking care of all her documents and picking up any baggage left at the airport" Emery said, asking that Rolex take Dilara and his family.

"I'm not sure he wants to, but I'll work on it, sir" Rolex replied.

"Take his mother and, if you'd like, I'll prepare dinner as a thank you to him" Emery added.

"Good, Sir."

An hour passed.

Rolex saw the green gate slowly open, the tip of the purple bicycle wheel was finally visible little by little.

Dilara then approached where Rolex was standing, bowing his body and moving his hand hinting him to follow him.

The next twenty minutes, the two of them had arrived at Dilara's residence.

A house with a courtyard overgrown with several clumps of medicinal plants and flowers. Whitewashed walls that have been peeling here, black tiles and worn teak doors that have lost their shine due to eroded time and untouched care of the owners of the house, welcome their arrival.

Rolex set foot on the floor. He was barred from entering because he had gone to work.

"Wait here Sir, you are not my mahram so it is forbidden to enter," Dila wrote again, in a note shown right on Rolex's face.

The perlente man simply nodded according to the girl's wishes. His eyes shimmered around, Rolex remembered the old house which was almost the same condition as this.

It's just that, the inside of Dilara's house is still very well maintained even though from the outside it looks damaged. The floor is slippery, the ancient furniture inside also looks clean there is no dust attached there. The ceiling of this house also still looks new, maybe the woven ceiling was not long replaced.

"A comfortable house, I miss home. If the great Lord sees this, surely he will also feel at home," he said, breathing deeply supplying the typical air of the countryside that is still cool.

"This." the arrival of Dilara surprised Rolex who was still drifting in the comfort of enjoying the breeze of the wind.

The hand wrapped in a long arm of a light blue robe held out two objects that Rolex was looking for.

"You ... follow .. also," said Rolex slowly so that Dilara could understand his words. He received the green jade as well as the black tube belonging to his master from Dilara's hand.

"Mother is not there." Tired of writing because some of his energy ran out against the bad guy this morning, he moved his fingers.

"A moment, I'll take you back" Rolex wrote.

For a moment the girl thought, she finally wrote.

"Wait a minute, I'll let the neighbors know that you won't worry, just write down the address and I'll go there myself. I'm not supposed to piggyback on you, sir."

Rolex read the message from Dila.

"I'm getting the car ready, you just need to get ready," Rolex replied seriously and confirmed his tangled clothes, knowing he was a type of sexy metro guy who was a climatic.

Dilara then nodded and went around the house to the right side of the residence. Ask permission from the neighbors so that Mother does not worry about her. Shortly after, they both went from the house to the car that Rolex had prepared at the end of the road.

"Who's that walking with Dilara? they left the house when her mother was not there. Which guy takes care of his clothes anyway, what do they do?" muttered someone from behind a tree.

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