SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 61. ACTION LOVE

It had been an hour they waited for the ENT doctor to enter the consul's room. Ezra stroked the back of Dila who was sitting slightly forward compared to the previous position.

The woman beside him hinted that he was tired of sitting there, but hesitated to stand because of the full waiting room that afternoon.

"Cape? or achy?" Ezra writes in her phone note, then shows it to Dila.

The woman who was anxious to be discovered had been able to hear this, only nodding.

"Hungry already? we'll be in soon, just be patient." Ezra continued his sentence, still with his left hand rubbing up and down Dila's back.

This time, Dila replied to Ezra's question. "Well, hungry and sore."

"I bought something in the cafeteria. Just wait here." Ezra got up, but his arm was blocked by Dila. When he looked to the left side, he saw his woman shaking her head.

"Yes," he said, sitting back down.

The nurse calls the patient's name. "Mrs Qavi" he exclaimed.

"Mrs Qavi?" the tiny lips said so.

"My wife, must be called Madame Qavi," whispered Ezra in Dilara's ear. He knew his wife could hear.

That sturdy hand helped Ruhama's daughter get up, embracing her shoulders tightly. He took a slow step into the doctor's room.

"Hello Miss. Haven't seen you in a long time, this time with her husband?" asked the doctor sumringah when he saw Dila enter in the arms of the handsome husband.

The occupants of the room were astonished, the age difference between the two was obvious.

As usual, Dilara just smiled sweetly. But this time Ezra answered straightforwardly.

"I just got home, Doctor. My wife is still young, I'm less than and proud of her, actually," continued Ezra, making the owner of the tomato cheek turned astonished at her.

"Abang proud or proud," Dila lowered her head as Ezra pulled a chair for her in front of the doctor's desk.

"Mrs Qavi is smart, quick to respond, independent and beautiful. I got a report from a verbal audio community instructor, that he was active in an AVT class. The progress of his verbal skills is significantly increased compared to the beginning of the consul here. Congratulations sir, Madam," said the doctor at length.

"Duh, use the event in the jemberengin everything," Dila's mind.

"Thank you very much for the attention and the help of the doctor to my wife" Ezra replied.

"Second yuk," the doctor asked Dila, assisted by the nurse, this woman also rose to the examination chair.

Ten minutes in progress.

Ezra watched closely, the dialogue and interaction between the doctor and his wife. Forced, Dilara let out a voice as the woman in a white coat asked herself to read a long line of sentences with several vowels.

"I guessed it. The tool that Madam chose is higher than the brand that I suggested first yes, is it indicated by the pharmaceutical section?" ask the doctor later.

"Yes, but there is no irritation, and I am comfortable" Dilara said slowly.

Ezra hid her charming smile. He looked down, in his heart happy and felt funny. Dilara can already hear but he often pretends that the woman is still in her original condition.

"All Ok, if there are complaints of ears buzzing for a long time, the consul returns yes, sir," the doctor asked Ezra.

"Okay" he answered briefly.

"Healthy always is, madam. If it is ready for cochlear transplantation in a domestic or overseas hospital. I suggest to medical check up here first, I will make a referral letter and medical record Madam," said the doctor added information.

"Thank you very much, Doctor," replied the owner of this talented young architect.

After all the details of Dilara's condition information had Ezra get, they both paid their respects and walked out of the room.

A few steps from poly ENT. Ezra again pulled the shoulder of the woman who seemed reluctant to walk side by side with him.

"Why the hell? ashamed of my path? scared of sugar baby?" babble brother Ermita saw Dila moody.

"Someone said...."

Sreg.

Ezra stopped the move. The eagle's eyes stared intently at the woman's dark brown iris in her embrace.

"What's? tell me that your voice made my ears hurt?. wasn't that Dila. Now I even long for your voice, please dear," Ezra pleaded with a clear face.

"He will not compel" said Dilara later.

Huft.

A heavy breath, violently blown by Ezra. Again, he was attacked by his own words.

"You're smart that maybe God made me realize, can't just talk. Especially for Dilara Huwaida, my wife .. is-tri-ku," Ezra said with a tone of emphasis on her sentence. He was upset, Dila always just right to hit the heart by reversing all the words he ever uttered.

Unintentionally, Dilara reviewed a line of sweet smiles seeing her husband upset. Unfortunately, the shy attitude was caught by the tail of the crown prince El Qavi.

"Kan, even secretly smile." Ezra left Dila, he deliberately continued his long steps first.

"Ah, relief. Far away, Brother. My breath was tight as a result of the chest rumbling earlier," muttered Dila following in her husband's footsteps.

While walking slowly, the sense of sight of this two-bodied woman caught a little boy licking ice cream. Instantly his saliva dripped. He looked around to find the ice cream seller.

Unknowingly, the lane of his steps separated from Ezra. Mrs Qavi finally found the ice cream vendor on the side of the canteen. While Ezra was confused to find a wife who was left behind earlier.

"Dila, dear.." cried Emery's son when he realized the woman was not following him. He ran in panic looking for where Dila was going.

After asking around, it revolves around poly. He saw the woman he was looking for sitting in the long chair at the entrance to the canteen. The opposite lane he passed when he left Dila earlier.

"Darling!" Ezra shouted, calling his wife. Feeling called, Dilara turned towards the voice.

"God, I'm looking everywhere here" said Ezra gasping. He rubbed his head which did not care about him.

"Punishment to me, redho, O Allah," he was still upset, whether with whom to vent the restrained anxiety.

"Haven't? we go to the playground, yuk," asked Ezra, pulling his wife's right fingers to follow the steps out of the hospital.

After being in the car.

"Where are you? choose this or this?" tanya Ezra thrust her phone at Dila.

The pregnant woman refused to choose, she grabbed the flat object and looked for something there. Highlight the round eyes Dila shone, pointing to the picture shown on the screen of the device.

"Waffles? an ice-cream? the Mall? watch?" ask Ezra to make sure. Dilara nodded enthusiastically.

"Date huh? same mother pregnant?" ezra's laughter. Instead of bending his face, pursing his lips thought the man would not grant his request.

"What's the reward for me?" he was anxious, seeing Dilara's timid attitude.

"Not try. I'm sleepy, just go home." Disillusioned, he wrote the origin on the note while turning his face and shifting his sitting position attached to the door.

"Ish, gemeesss."

Ezra took off her seat belt, clutching her filled body in an embrace. "Say something...."

"D-IT...."

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