SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 65. A LITTLE MORE, LET IT GO
"Ck, it's hard to ask him to move to sleep here...."
In a moment, the adzan maghrib evenly filled the space, Ezra went down to the ground floor to prepare for congregational prayer. Dila and Aunt were waiting for him there.
"Right, tuma'ninah, slowly. Read surah al kafirun also al sincerely imitate Rosulullah, because the time of Maghrib is only one hour, until the red mega sets." Dila thrust out a note as her husband was about to take a position in front of them.
"Yes dear," said Ezra while holding a prayer service.
"Auntie's part of the reward is twenty-seven degrees" whispered Bi Inah to Dila. The pregnant woman simply smiled as she uttered an amiin gesture.
It had been past thirty minutes, the three of them had not yet moved from there. Brought by the custom of Dila, dzikir until before Isya and will only come down from the pulpit after praying later.
The prayer time alarm clock at the Ezra residence sounded, as the adhan echoed from the loudspeakers out there. Four roka'at, get them ready to tune in.
At seven past ten minutes, Dilara tidied up her prayer equipment. That's when Bi Inah asked about the primacy of dhikr between the times, also why the letter read was both.
"Rosulullah read that, from Abu Hurairah and Ibn Umar, in the annasai'i," said Dila rising slowly.
"Ask a lot, Bi. Mumpung free," said Ezra stroked Dila's back, when hearing the interaction of the two.
"Yes Den, science is free," Auntie replied ready to listen to the young mistress' explanation.
"The earlier scholars, when the evening before the Maghreb they did do miser and prepared themselves to worship until the time of Isha, abstaining from worldliness," concluded Emery's son-in-law passed from the family room to the kitchen to prepare a menu of dishes.
Still wearing sarongs and cocoa, Ezra invited the young woman to dinner but Dilara just kept her husband company, she even let one apple that Aunt peeled for her.
Because the pregnant women really want to eat tekwan at the end of the block of their residence but it is night. Want to ask Mba Winda but the heart is not hearty.
Dilara finally chooses the exit to the room when Ezra has finished.
When contemplating how to get the food he wants, his bedroom door was knocked.
Geck. Geck.
"Dila, can you open your arms?" ezra's voice called out from behind the door.
As a wife who tried to be kind, she opened it.
"Yes?"
"Out yuk, you haven't eaten yet? want to buy something?" ask the man who rests his shoulders on the door frame.
"Hmmm, jajan bo-l-eh?"
The man just nodded, trying to feel the desire of the pregnant mother in front of him. Since it was a day close to Dilara, she almost never heard the woman ask her for anything.
"All shopping, stock your snacks said Auntie is almost finished. Tomorrow we go home, I don't want to come back later when at midnight you're starving" he said.
"I'll wait in front, put on the jacket." The man wearing shorts with a black t-shirt passed from before him.
The young mistress seemed to be slowly decaying, a smile clearly reflected on the oval face of nan ayu. Dilara changed her veil and grabbed the jacket she was wearing behind the door.
"Geek, I know what we want. Eat a lot of yuk later," he said while wiping the stomach is getting rounder.
When Dila headed to the living room, Ezra had seen it, the wide strapping back he rested on the door with his hands crossed in front of his chest facing the direction Dilara came.
"It's very clear this way...."
"What?" tanya Dila was about to wear a jacket when she was about to reach the door.
"You, pretty."
Women idol men in his office are now more responsive. He helped the little mistress put on a jacket, then took her fingers out of their dwelling.
"Where?" Dilara looked to the side, looking at the tall man looming.
"Where do you want?" Ezra pressed a button on the elevator panel that would take them down.
"Leggo .. be careful." If his shoulders are not pulled and immediately Ezra closed, Dila has been nudged by the woman.
"Almost. Are you sick?" asked Ezra again still with his fingers that held the elevator door so as not to close.
"No, hmm, let's go, pe-r-utku...."
"Eh, sorry. Forgetting that the same way pregnant women," as well as a beautiful man while loosening a little embrace and bringing the reluctant woman he let loose into the elevator.
"Sir," Dila's great-grandson again.
"Awhile, it can still be this way from the front," Ezra still hugged.
Silent. Only a faint sound could be heard of the movement of the iron box that was slowly moving down.
Due to difficulty breathing, pat Ezra on the shoulder and push slowly.
"He's moving .. Here's how it feels ... Father has not dared to hold you, afraid Mother is angry. It starts out like this, right?" ezra said in his heart.
He enjoyed, feeling the smooth movements that came from his wife's womb, until the silver and shiny door opened.
An hour later.
After his wife's wish is fulfilled, Ezra invites Dila to a mini market under their shelter.
"Take what you want, Dila."
Sweet moment for him, all day he was satisfied to invite the woman who began to settle in his heart was clinging.
"For a long time looks sexy, pregnant but not so obvious. Is it because Dila is tall? also slender .. but ah, he was originally right.." the memory piece of the night flashed, printing a line of sweet smiles on his face. While the object of fantasy, cool to choose a variety of fruits as well as snacks that he has never tasted.
"Fill in, and I'm the first for her, ish Za, double jackpot," murmured Ezra following where Dilara was going while pushing the troley.
"All that?"
Ermita's sister-in-law nodded slowly to the question of the husband who was now heading to the cashier. He asked that everything they bought be delivered to the tenth floor.
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Bi Inah opened the apartment door when someone knocked on the door. He saw from the intercom screen installed on the kitchen wall, two mini-market employees from the ground floor will hand over the employer's groceries.
The middle-aged woman let her young master persuade Dilara to go up to the second floor, to the master room.
"Sleeping on top, let's not have bad luck tomorrow," asked Ezra to Dila at the end of the back door.
"Imba-l-an huh? you know, I didn't want to be invited to-l-ua-r earlier," sorry Dila was useless.
Ezra laughed in response to his complaint.
"Not."
"Yes already. Se-l-amat ma-l-am, promise to wake up tomorrow morning without brother gedo-r." Dila started closing the door slowly.
Not to be knocked down, Ezra held back that the door was not immediately closed. He then pushed the gap wide open and pulled Dila back in his arms. Smelling apples that are increasingly making him addicted.
"Good night, sweetie."
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...A little more Za, consistently seduce.many othors who say the same mommy, do not care about comments.but, for mommy your comments it turns out to be very booster mood... 🤗...
