SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 66. DAD'S ON STANDBY

"Good night, dear," Ezra heavily left his wife there. Still hugging also gave a kiss on the girl's forehead, then with a heavy step left her.

Dilara closed the door quietly, after seeing her husband slowly move away and disappear from sight.

"I was wrong? not obedient husband, but brother asked me to sleep with him .. hmm, still clumsy. Adek, the father is too handsome for Mother," said Dila rubbed her stomach and took off the hijab she was wearing.

The heart wanted to sleep but the email notification on his phone rang. The left ring finger that has been embedded in the diamond ring shifts the cursor over the screen, opens the email application and reads it.

"Alhamdulillah, no revision and continued until the final chapter. About 20 more chapters and uh, the money's liquid right away? o Allah favors, can give you sooner...." Dilara unceasingly broke, thanks to her translator's salary this month was diluted twice.

"Get 4 million for two books in one month, thank God .. although the book worked on the number of pages is less than a hundred, and is still in the training period, and is still in training, I didn't expect this fast to receive office facilities," Ruhama's daughter checked other notifications, she got health benefits, transportation, and pulses for communication between senior editors at the office.

"Allahumma ba'daha, a total of nearly six million ... Mother, thanks to your prayers, I can do this." The girl was endlessly grateful.

"I know, my salary is still a little but really all God is easy. Ok, continue to do the obligation first .. mangats Dilara, you can!" Ayu girl cheers herself up in her narrow room.

Because of the coolness of doing something, without feeling clockwork on the wall of the room, has pointed to the number eleven.

Kry.

"Well, hungry again .. we eat yuk cream soup, Mother warm it up for a while," said Dila, pressing the door handle lever to open.

He walked slowly towards the kitchen, opened the kitchen set up and took a cup of cream soup.

After dissolving with a little water, the tip of her nail turned on the microwave, Dilara then chose the menu, inserting the bowl into it.

"We wait a minute .. hmmm make a nice roasted sausage yes," he said as he headed for the refrigerator, taking two slices of sausage from there while waiting for the microwave timer to run out.

Pregnant women who are hungry before midnight, prepare their own food until a while has passed, all that he made earlier, ludes is not left.

Feeling very full, Dila headed for the family room while waiting for the contents of her stomach to come down. He sat on the couch and turned on the television. Gradually, his eyelids felt heavy as a sense of laziness moved from there. Dilara fell asleep just like that on the television that was still on.

Ten minutes later.

Ezra awoke, thirsty. But Bi Inah forgot to prepare drinking water for him. Forced, the young master went down to the ground floor to the pantry.

"TV on?" he muttered just before the feet touched the last rung of the stairs.

The man who was still a little sleepy continued his steps through the family room.

"Dila? ko sleep here?" He was surprised to find his wife on the sofa, sleeping in a reclined sitting position.

He ignored the first pregnant woman who fell asleep, continued to walk towards the pantry because of the increasingly thirsty. After gulping down the water until her throat got wet again, Ezra headed for Dila's room, taking the blanket from there.

"I'll go with you, baby."

The man who had not yet put on the sleeping pajamas approached where the wife was, covered part of his body and then very carefully he justified the sleeping position so that Dilara was comfortable.

"If lifted up, must wake up. Gini is. Darling, I'll get my blanket first."

The well-established man was at once handsome, running up to the room on the second floor. As fast as lightning he came back down with a pillow, the blanket had also changed into long training clothes and a tee shirt.

In the family room, at one in the morning.

Ezra looks busy, pushing the table to create space on the side of the sofa, arranging a folding mattress that he took from the middle closet, as a base to sleep on the floor.

"Well ready, dream me up, baby."

He slid his body tilted to the right on a thin foam mattress just below the sofa that Dila slept on. His wife's right hand, Ezra, held tightly.

The piercing cold, dispelled by each other's blankets was also the warmth from sharing the body temperature of the two. They fell asleep to dreamland in an instant.

Aunty wakes up to prepare for dawn, shocked to see the television still on and the undue location of furniture. Apparently, her employer's partner was acting.

"Astaghfirullah, less soft what is a mattress in the room, even on sleeping here."

"Den, dawn." Aunty shakes Ezra's shoulder to wake up. Perhaps the voice was too strong, the couple woke up together.

"Eh, do you sleep here?" Dilara was surprised to see her body in a blanket over the living room sofa.

"Morning, Honey." Ezra's heavy voice, typical of waking up.

"Why sleep here? Den, Non?.. Would you like to go, if you catch a cold how?" Bi Inah started nagging. Let her status be a housekeeper. But the old woman's affection reflected how worried she was.

"Nemenin my wife, can't you?" Ezra was still lying down, with his right hand clutching Dilara's fingers.

"I think I fell asleep, ate last night" replied Dila.

"Let's take a shower, then pray at dawn and get ready to leave," the aunt said, thinking birth mother to both. He left those who still collect their lives.

Ezra let go of her clasped hands, she sat down and revealed the blanket. Slowly rise up ahead of Dila who was also about to get off the sofa.

"Thanks, I was able to sleep well last night. Beautiful man, darling. Our plane was flying at nine this morning" said Ezra, stroking Dilara's head and then dipping him.

...***...

Soetta, Jakarta's.

After what her husband did last night, Dilara thought hard, there was guilt sneaking into her heart.

"I slept, willingly lying on the floor. It was my fault, not following his will. Hopefully he is not sick" said Dila in his heart.

Both are in the waiting room for departure. Dila busied herself by reading the small mushaf she held while sitting on the long sofa.

Ezra remained silent, listening intently to the wife's reading and watching from the tail of her eyes.

"May adek be a sholih sholihah child yes, yesterday was not found out anyway man or woman ... I hope you can realize your wishes, because he has taught you to teach since in the womb, "inner Ezra.

Seeing how routine and enterprising Dilara listened to God at all times, she was amazed and very grateful.

"I'm lucky, you're carrying my son, Dila."

Sound of announcement in the air. Ezra grabbed the waist of his wife who seemed to not care around, to get up.

"Save the mushaf first, dear. Come in" he whispered slowly. His left hand grabbed Dila's handbag.

"Me alone," prevent Ezra when Dila will reach for her innards.

"But it's a lady's bag" said Dila.

"Because I'm with my wife and she's a woman, let your husband be a standby father, Dilara."

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