SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 69. WARMING-UPS

One week later. Soetta, Jakarta ahead of dusk.

During one week in Surabaya, Dilara always stick closely to the Mother if it is daytime. And at night, it was Ezra's turn not to let him out of his arms.

Both are now back in their home cities. Rolex picked up his employer at the airport and drove them to the apartment.

PIK Tower, 10th floor.

Biipp's.

Bi inah welcomed her employer's arrival. His old hand received two bags of food, souvenirs from the young master's hometown.

"Well, dear," Ezra pinta glimpsed when she saw Dila walking towards her room, with Auntie.

"Dila" called him again.

"Bajuku," said Dila turned to her husband.

"It's already in there ... Lex, wait for me in the study, wait for me" Ezra pinta on her aspr. Rolex just nodded as he walked into the room that Ezra was referring to.

The man of Javanese descent chased after Dilara, pulling his hand to climb into the second floor room. "Come on."

While Bi Inah continued to step up, her twilight face scored a knotty smile seeing the rapid progress of their relationship.

"Yes, yes."

"What yes? but even glaring back. I told you, upstairs," Ezra was upset. Dilara's back doesn't obey him.

Huft.

Free to resist the wishes of the young master, the pregnant mother had no choice. She followed her husband's steps up dozens of steps to the second floor.

The man's right hand opened the door.

"Change clothes and then take a break. I'm downstairs, talking to Rolex first" Ezra said as they were in the room.

Dilara only agreed with her eye gesture. Just as he had placed his bag on the sofa table, sitting on one of the chairs about to take off his socks, Ezra turned back.

"Here, I'll just. You're hard because you're tired" she said, bowing her body, sitting on both her thighs. Then he pulled Dila's feet, releasing one by one cloth from the two smooth legs.

"It's over." Peeping Dila content. Then Ezra stood up, turned his body to look for a hook, then the small object was pulled down.

"I can," elak Dila is still uncomfortable with her husband's sweet treatment.

"Shower ya, let it be fresh. Later ba'da maghrib we walk downstairs for a while. I met Rolex first," said Ezra before leaving the increasingly beautiful woman in his sight.

*

Workroom.

Aunty had delivered two cups of coffee in there, when the young master arrived. The look on Rolex's face looks impatient to say something.

"What happened while I was gone?"

"Boss' demo employee, there's an instigator but I've cleared it. Pay someone, and he's the culprit. Sanjaya's men," Rolex said, posting a photo.

"What are his demands?..It is good to arrange a meeting with their representatives first. After that, we meet the entire workforce if we have reached an agreement" Ezra said.

"Health benefits, overtime, maternity leave etc, I think that's making up the boss. Everything is in accordance with the procedure even you exaggerate .. This is just mischief," Rolex snorted violently.

"Let it go, I want to listen to their complaints, whether all the funds are maxed out or something else. Anything else?"

"This, two masks, for the event of launching rename Abdeen property to be King Abdeen. They made it mandatory to wear them before the core event" Rolex explained.

"Ckck, there's just been something going on. It's still the same as before. Fantasy always's. I won't be there long, Lex. Worried Dila is not comfortable," said Ezra again.

"But meetings are good for relationships, boss. I'm gonna have Velma here, to look after Madam."

"No, Velma keep Mom there. Hmm look for online motorcycle taxi drivers that are usually used ... what is the name? If not wrong, he understands my wife's character and understands how Dila is. Do it well," pinta Ezra again.

"Good."

"Any more, Lex?" ask Ezra.

"No, Boss. Please unboxing the second, I say goodbye. See you at the office" he said, speeding up the steps out of the room.

Ezra just smiled wryly in response to the chatter of his personal assistant. He pondered, many things happened after these six months, including his slowly changing heart.

Emery's eldest son came out of his study, went upstairs to the room.

"There's a time-l-ah?" tanya Dila saw her husband's face was lethargic.

"Hmm, the workers' demo asked for additional leave rights as well as other benefits. Tomorrow at their submission at the management meeting."

Dila grabbed the paper and pen from the sofa table.

"The reprimand if according to Ihya ulumuddin, the essence there are four levels. Enter in the discussion of amar ma'ruf nahi mungkar. Telling, advising, being firm in speech and preventing with action."

"They are right, tell, give solutions with the same option as the second stage, advise .. provided they do not exceed the limits by using violence, you must listen."

"Management be firm, this should also be a consideration for you later in making decisions so as not to cause negative impacts."

"Afdholu jihadi salajul haqi ingda sulthani jaiz. It is the duty of a good ruler or leader. Kheir, in the Lord. I'll find the solution." Dila gave up what she had just written.

Ezra read a beautiful sentence that his wife had written on paper. He did not expect, that young figure could actually calm his agitated heart.

"Great, thank you dear .. tomorrow come to the office yuk because the day after tomorrow we have a meeting that last week I said that. All the fitting clothes in the boutique Queeny," asked Ezra.

"This is God."

*

Evening was slow to invite to the contest. Emery's son-in-law rejected her husband's subtle invitation to the ba'da maghrib road earlier.

Because tired, Dila had leaned her back on the head of the divan. Still with an old-fashioned laptop, he tried to finish the demands of the work so that Ezra did not bother him.

Ting. Notif got into his phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dilara."

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, with whom? sorry." Reply Dila.

"Someone you help, if you remember. Oh, don't get me wrong. I just wanted to say thank you for being so motivating to get up." Long words from strangers.

Dila did not understand, he chose to ignore the mysterious message and continued his activities until shortly after, Ezra entered their room again.

"It's late, honey. Yes, yes, eleven o'clock. I'd like to make a sketch below," persuaded Ezra to take his wife's laptop.

The woman with the black hair of a boat, according to him, kept the file and then turned off her old box object and put it on the nightstand beside the bed.

The dim atmosphere of the room, because Ezra turned off the main light, instantly made Dila awkward.

The handsome man with the status of her husband was getting closer to her.

"Dila, can't you?"

"What?"

Young master Qavi held back all his desire while in Surabaya. In suguhi scenery sexy women who every night always fragrant makes her defense weaker.

He wanted to wait for Dila to be ready, but gradually could not always push him.

"This," the man with a gentle demeanor just for Dilara started what she meant. Gluing the tiny lips she once felt. Not only that, all parts of his wife's ayu face are not spared by friendly kisses.

"Can?" ezra's voice, it's getting heavy.

Dila was confused, between fear and powerlessness refused. He just kept quiet.

Not feeling rejected by his wife's attitude and body language, Ezra continued what they should have done long ago.

"Bismillah.." lirih Dila when her husband intensely gives sensual touch.

...***...

In another residence.

The young man standing by the window glanced at the moon, though the light was not as bright as last night. He was still loyal there, holding a flat object as if waiting for someone.

"I didn't pull it in your eyes? not even a message you reply...."

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...Oyy, Dila again indehoy 😅 jan awaited.....