SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 62. DATING

"Say something...."

"A-bang."

Silent.

If Dilara could see the look on Ezra's face as he spoke a vocation to her. Maybe Dila will blush.

The handsome man who still hugged and leaned his face on his right shoulder painted a charming smile, a smile that only he gave to his wife.

"Again, please.." The heavy sound dominated the air in the car that was still not moving from the hospital basement.

"Abang, loose. I'm claustrophobic," Dilara finally gave up. He let out his voice with a plea.

"Again, I want to hear you say a lot" he asked, still ignoring the tiny body that began to rebel.

Instead of talking back, Dilara was silent. His body will feel tired if it continues to wriggle in his arms.

Pause.

Pause.

"Ck, it's hard."

C-ups. Ezra kissed the cheek of the kingpin who had wanted him to bite.

"Mall, watch," said Dila quickly.

"Polite donk, dear ... Brother, I'm going to the Mall and watch. That is, repeat gih," Ezra still teases him.

Ruhama's son-in-law, urung lowered the brake lever, waiting for Dila to repeat his sentence.

Tik Tok Tik Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok.

"Oh my goodness .. yes, ma'am, ready to do it."

"Wear Argo, yes Sir. Let's not stray, "he's pissed, too long in the basement.

"Tau Argo too. If you ever take a taxi, there will be no handsome driver like me," said Ezra trying to invite him to talk a lot.

CEO El Qavi's Porsche Baxter Silver leaves the hospital basement for the Mall.

"Honey, I'll take sa-lar-y pu-langnya by taxi. I have money, watch du-lu, be-l-i books in gr-amedia te-rus pu-la-ng," replied Dilara unknowingly provoked Ezra chat.

"Don't go crawling first? dating?" a man with a smile never recedes from his face. He was happy, hearing Dilara want to talk a little longer with him.

"Don't have paca-r, not bo-leh the same mother, can be go-roked later," he replied again.

"I'm the first donk? alhamdulillah...." Ezra mak sumringah.

"What's not-what's it like? padaha-l dah pe-rnah .. uh," This sweet girl with a bulging belly just regained her senses, as she turned her head towards her right. Ezra was endlessly smiling. It turns out he has been talking too much.

"Newly aware?" her husband laughed. Swiping his head slowly.

"Difficult huh? say a few letters?" ezra asked again when he saw Dila looking down.

"Yes, ka-rena te-r-slow be-r-la-tih."

"Want a therapy, honey? I've asked for a friend's reference but it hasn't been answered," Ezra bargained later.

"Hmmm, my r-spell."

"At home, right? I still allow you to do all the habits again. If you're born later, stop yes," Pinta Ezra is serious. He doesn't want to be exhausted. He is still able to provide a guarantee of life more than just worthy of his family.

"The promise is meaningless" Dila's great-grandson was afraid.

"Absolutely wrong again. Why did I say that yesterday? you know, it's really hard to talk to," Ezra regretted his decision.

"That's me l-agi."

"Buuuuu, his son pinter ngeles, senewen pula, duh. But baby, how's donk?" ezra again teased his wife.

If with others, Dila cuek even though the pronunciation remains less firm for certain letters. Somehow, interacting with Ezra actually arouses his desire to be able to speak perfectly. As much as he tried to assert the syllable, eventually his energy ran out.

"Don't be forced, if you can't. I understand what you're saying, Dila," the man's voice softened.

"The sound I've been waiting for, after all this time I've finally got."

Slowly the vehicle that brings the couple different ages into the parking area on the second floor.

"Until now, do you want to snack first or just watch?" ask Ezra when he's getting ready to come down.

"L-iat later," said Dila quickly, he opened his seat belt.

Ezra silenced, observing all that his wife was doing. He saw the fingers of Dila's two hands plain, only the bracelet he gave first is still used on his wrist.

Dilara precedes her husband's steps. He walked slowly across the stand juice.

"Here, what juice do you want?" Ezra grabbed Dila's waist, pulling closer to the stand.

"No, you want mango je-ruk, bo-leh?"

"May, I ask ya."

Pregnant women in khaki color dress, sitting at the table provided by the stand. He pulled the phone out of the bag.

He checked the work that was delivered this morning. Whether something should be revised or vice versa, continue until the final chapter.

"Drink first" Ezra lifted the juice glass that had just arrived, held his straw and brought it closer to his wife's lips.

"Crazy."

Many eyes saw the two of them. For some people, what Ezra does as a form of attention is also romantic. But for Dilara, all that only he considers to be looking for attention.

"Resume yes, then we dzuhur first."

She shifted her back to Ezra, hiding what she was doing. The man did not want to force her even though he was very curious.

"Darling, if abege is dating like that?" Ezra whispered, approaching when he saw a pair of young men in front of him was friendly, spoiled.

"Don't know Brother, it's not pe-rnah paca-ran," he said lirih while rising up, wanting to pay for his drink and immediately pray.

"It's paid, come on." They walked to the mushola.

Since knowing the details of the condition of her pregnancy, Emery's eldest son seemed to be overwhelmed with excessive anxiety.

At the Mall, many girls of Dilara's age are still free to enjoy their childhood. His wife, however, was pregnant.

EQ building owners are finished first. Long enough to wait for Dilara to finish praying, he pondered, if not his blessing maybe now Ezra Qavi just stay name.

"Have you?" asked Ezra who was only taken slowly. Dilara now looks fresher by droplets of traces of ablution water.

After a few tens of meters they walked back, as they were about to reach the escalator, Ezra pulled the link of their finger into a jewelry store.

The glass door opened, the friendly greeting of the officer sounded.

"I asked for a ring, for my wife. Simple yet elegant," pinta Ezra as the manager greets her.

Emery's son then took his wife to sit on the sofa waiting for some jewelry options to be offered.

"Not to."

"Need, Mrs Qavi's finger can't be plain."

If Emery's son-in-law does not understand about jewelry, another case with Ezra, her husband is very observant. Up to one ring has now adorned Dilara lentic fingers.

"The two earlier, ask to be packed, also the design later I send by email yes. All my orders please send to the house .. convey to Arthur, I ordered special," Ezra told the store manager who had accompanied them since. He hugged Dilara's waist to get up slowly.

"Well, young master Qavi. We'll tell Mr. Arthur Julian" said the manager.

After the transaction was completed, the two left the store.

"Friends?"

"Client, Honey. Ok, kemon now we'll see." The burly arm had now landed on Dila's left shoulder, clenching tightly as if unwillingly when another man's gaze stared at hers.

"Beautiful, thank you" said Dilara quietly, only heard by her husband's ears, when he saw her finger now embedded with a shiny object.

"The reward, do not forget," whispered Ezra no less shrewd.

"What?" dilara's round eyes blinked.

"Hmmm, this." Ezra couldn't stand it. The smell of fresh apples has seduced his sense of smell.

He slowly pushed his wife's body into the corner of the quiet space gap between the wall and the stairs near the rest room.

C-ups.

Slowly she brought her face closer, clenching her sensual little lips.

"Hmppt...." Dilara held her husband's chest, her stomach was depressed.

"Sir, Sir.... "

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..._______________________...

...😪 pervert know place, please......

...Dilara Huwaida, before polishing....