SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 68. KANGEN

Since ba'da ashar, Dila has been better. He and Mita are now in Ruhama's room. The pregnant woman only came out during congregational prayers and dinner, and even then attached to her mother. All of Mother.

Ten o'clock in the night, the side terrace of the main mansion.

"Za, tomorrow is the event here in the morning, continue directly to the parlors we roam, Dilara is okay right? don't get out of the car if you're tired" Emery said after dinner, as the two talked on the side porch.

"Well healthy, Pa. Why not Pa?"

"We who have hope, healthy and capable should be the ones who come, not them. You notice that," said the father.

"A servant who gives alms to goodness, Allah will give a good successor of his offspring .. These are the orphans of Za, rubbing the head that has not been puberty, as recommended by the Prophet according to the history of Abu Hurairah...."

"There is also the main way, Za," Emery continued.

"What, Pa?"

"Bring them into the family, equalizing their position and rights and obligations with the biological child. The Qavi Foundation is trying to make that happen" he concluded.

"Understood, Pa. Sorry, still khilaf.." reply Ezra.

"That was a hadith. You are waiting for the next generation. Seeing the way Dilara filled the time after the prayer, Papa was grateful she became my son-in-law," added the owner of the mansion.

Being cool talking, the firstborn actually began to fidget when it was only ten o'clock at night, Emery was disturbed to tease him.

"So, look at the door of his mother's room. Who knows sleeping there, anyway not yet a day already nyariin mulu .. feeling there used to be ogah deketan," quipped the man with a calm face, sipping his coffee slowly cold.

"Ck, Dad. Back then," said Ezra as if embarrassed.

"Get him, Za. It's hard to get something like Dilara .. not the glare of the world, not a lot of unprofitable but polite and devoted talk to you, even our family. Also, if not for Dila, maybe I no longer have a successor other than Mita" Emery said.

Deghs.

"Pa's."

"Don't think Papa doesn't know. There's not much Papa can do right now. You must be vigilant, guarding your own. It's my fault, it's not firm since long ago" Emery said given the incident that happened to his son due to someone, and he also knew him well.

"He will not dare, it may be a warning from him only," elak Ezra.

"Don't be fooled, he hates you. Also watch out for Sanjaya group. Even though she's now a woman, she's the result of her father's upbringing...."

"Good, Pa. Pray for me" Ezra guessed. This time the river is like wearing a Harry Potter robe. Invisible alias invisible.

Exactly eleven o'clock at night.

Geck. Geck.

Ezra knocked on the door of the guest room where her in-laws were staying.

The white wooden board slowly opened, appearing Mother with a face that was still sleepy.

"When again witir, just fell asleep. Tuh, Non Mita has a dream where, very pules," said Mother when she saw Ezra. The woman who had just recovered understood that she was looking for her daughter.

"I think I'm sleeping here, ma'am," she retorted in shame.

"No, sleep with her husband. Can't be the same Mom. Usually the baby wants the same father if the night," teased Ruhama later. Dila had just finished, she immediately smoothed her face and walked up to the two people standing at the door.

"Gih, brought, it was already too late just woke up," said Mother pushed softly Dila's back who was still hesitant out of the room.

"Thank you, ma'am," Ezra replied softly with a cheerful face. He immediately grabbed his wife's arm.

After in the room.

"Didn't change clothes, Dila? in the left cupboard, all your clothes are. I take a drink," said Ezra when he saw Dila was confused.

The husband is on standby, back out of the room to the pantry to pick up a pitcher and a water tumbler.

When Ezra returns, accompanied by a maid. He saw Dila had changed clothes sitting on the side of the bed, like he was holding back pain.

"Bi, please get me a portable oxygen tube on the table over there," pointed Ezra to the maid for help.

"Darling, why?" the question is soft, get closer to the side of the bed.

"Sick, she's playing, but this ka-l-i is tight .. uuhh," Dila endured the pain, despite remembering the doctor's message. Her stomach is starting to cramp, maybe her baby is looking for a detour to the cervix.

"Use oxygen first yes," Ezra received an oxygen cylinder from the maid's hand. He is now sitting on the edge of their bed.

"It's Mba, it's okay, let me be the same," said Ezra to the maid when he saw it was still pecking on the spot.

The standby husband helped Dila lean on the head of the bed, put a funnel on the tube and pressed the button.

"Easy?" he asked again, because Dilara had breathed oxygen several times.

Dilara shook her head slowly.

All the instructions of the doctor he had done, but the condition of his wife still looks in pain.

"He doesn't want gese-r, tight," said Dila began to stammer.

"Is this the time?" inner Ezra.

Ermita's eldest brother tried to get closer, be careful of hesitation. Slowly he placed his palm on the protruding belly of the dominant Dilara to the left. The strapping body lowered its head, bending slowly almost touching the womb.

"Hi, this is Dad .. Are you playing? inside there it starts to be narrow, so just slow down because Mother is in pain if Adek is like this. It's night, bobok yuk, same Dad ... tomorrow can play again, Ok?" Ezra repeated his sentence several times, full of gentleness.

Dilara just kept quiet, seeing the sweet interaction her husband was trying to create with the baby in the womb. Until the next five minutes.

"Agh." Dilara held her breath, felt her stomach churned, as if someone fell from there to culminate in her breathing again relieved.

"Thank God, thank you, I can't wait to see you. Healthy in there yes, do not be naughty with Mother because you are a good child," said Ezra again, full of emphasis in every word while still wiping and kissing the contents of his wife.

"Here, he's calm," lirih Dila was relieved.

"Take this as it seems, didn't see his father for long." Ezra tried his luck, hopefully Dila understood.

"meaning?"

"No point, forget it. Sleep yuk."

"I'm claustrophobic, on the couch. Brother, tidu-r-l-ah," said Dila while lowering his legs.

"Sleep here with me." Her hands held back the movements of the pregnant mother who would dodge. He prepared everything so that the wife was comfortable.

"Here, sweetie." Ezra patted on the bed, the head of the bed was on the pillow so that Dila was comfortable leaning.

Princess Ruhama had no choice, her body was indeed tired and very sleepy. He followed Ezra's orders. Slowly put his back there.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Shift," he said, sticking tight with Dila. Ezra's right hand pulled the blanket over to cover the two.

"Here, back up with me." He pulled his head in the air, letting his shoulders lean against the chest of a field Ezra Qavi. The man's hand again rubbed his wife's womb slowly and gently.

Shortly thereafter.

"Such a pales. Kudu bobok same as me. You're a pinter, son," muttered Ezra with a sweet smile, then followed his wife into the dreamland.

...***...

A young man, still awake after yesterday the day after he returned to his homeland.

"Boss, rest. They're in Surabaya" the aide reported.

"Will he come? send a mask to all the invited guests, it's not yet time for him to see me" he said.

"May come. Okay, Boss."

"That's it first, give her some comfort if she gets separated from the man" the young master asked again.

"Ready on, Boss."

"Dilara, I miss you...."

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...Ihya ulumuddin, alms and zakat....

...Ezra El Qavi's...