SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 7. SLANDER

Along the way to the mansion of El Qavi's residence, Dilara was silent. Being in a luxury car alone with only a driver, made him rattled because only this time he was treated so.

The four-wheeled vehicle still drove towards downtown Surabaya, then turned right into the elite area, Green Leak Residence.

The black Mercedes-Benz C class that Dilara was riding finally stopped at a house with a black iron gate full of tulip carvings.

The front facade of a Mediterranean-style residence looms firmly in front of it. Dilara did not dare to open the car door handle even though it seemed like the driver said they had arrived, he was unmoved.

Geck. Geck. Rolex taps on the car glass from the left side.

Dilara opened the glass, staring reluctantly at the man's bead in front of her.

"Let's Miss, Mister is waiting," Rolex politely asked as he bowed.

"I'm scared" Dilara wrote on a small note and then tapped with a pen to get Rolex to read it.

"She's personally polite to anyone, come on!" force the aspri slowly.

No choice, finally the foot wrapped in black slip-on shoes came down from the car following where Rolex took it.

Some of the servants were seen welcoming their arrival. Passing through the large door continues to enter the family room where the owner of the house is sitting facing a wide television, like a screen tinkap in his village when there is a celebration.

Emery is aware of the arrival of the guests he has been waiting for. He turned his head with a warm smile towards the source of the voice that was slowly approaching.

"Good day, sir. The girl you want to meet, Dilara. And these are the two things that were put on him, I'm gonna put in the study. Excuse me." Rolex bowed and left them.

"Hello Dilara, we'll see you again. Thanks Lex, Ezra hasn't woken up yet? not today's court decision?" ask Emery then after Rolex a few steps away.

"No sir, I'll wake him if you want. Regarding the verdict of the trial, the lawyer who took care of it and has officially fallen talak yesterday. The Young Master asked to be accelerated because he had agreed by giving three months' allowance to Mrs Cheryl, "the long Rolex run is still with his flat face.

"Hmm okay, take a break Lex. Thank you," said Emery again still did not let go of the view on Dilara.

After Rolex stepped aside from there, Emery called Dilara to get closer to him.

"Come here, you haven't answered my greetings yet," this middle-aged man invited in kindly.

Dilara then sat at the end of the sofa opposite the owner of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" Say hello, it sounds obvious.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Better still pain, thank you son. Dilara, sorry, are you wearing a hearing aid? mounted on the ear?" Emery put his hands around his ears.

Dilara digested the speech as well as the movements of the middle-aged man's lips in front of her. His intelligent brain was able to grasp the intentions of his interlocutors quickly.

"It used to have but it was broken," Dilara tried to spell the syllables slowly so that the man sitting not far from her understood even though his intonation was less firm. Then he continued by writing in his little notes.

"Mom didn't have the money to change the device, I only used it twice, as a toddler and as a teenager. When I entered Aliyah, I didn't wear it anymore" Dilara explained.

Emery is worried about the patience of the young girl he accidentally met. Her admiration for Dilara comes to a halt as the spoiled voice of her daughter who has just arrived from the Airport takes care of the baggage.

"For Pa, uh there are guests" said Mita cheerfully and kindly greeting Dilara after kissing her father's cheek.

"Hi, I'm Ermita. Called Mita, you helped my Papa?" continued again.

Emery accidentally doesn't tell Mita that her helper is deaf. He wanted his son to respect anyone regardless of one's social status.

"Dilara," he said calmly by moving fingers to form his syllable.

Mita looks confused for a moment, but she immediately mastered the situation by not showing her surprise.

"Hello Dilara, I hope we can be friends, okay? I go up first yes change clothes, later we talk again," Mita spoke quickly, testing Dilara's ability to understand her words.

"Yes, please. Thank you Ka Mita," Dilara replied by writing and showing it to Mita.

"Oh wow. Pa, I'm wrong, she's smart" added Emery's youngest daughter, rising from the couch with her thumbs up to Dilara. Then headed to his room on the second floor.

Emery's laughter filled the room as Mita walked away.

"Za, meet Dilara ... Dilara, this is Ezra my son," Emery introduced the two and was adopted by Dilara.

"Hmm .. I'm hungry. Eat first yes Pa," said Ezra Cuek looking at Dilara at a glance and no longer care about the figure of the girl sitting in front of him.

"Bring Papa there, just use a wheelchair with Dilara," the father asked Ezra to clean it.

"Come on.." take Ezra to Dilara who is still silent from her seat.

After all the dining table was complete, there was no conversation. Only the clinking of the cutlery collides with the plate.

"Za, drive Dilara home and get this done...."

"Why me, with Leon or the driver alone can Pa," said Ezra lazy.

"Rolex said Dilara came here without his mother's knowledge, and Papa couldn't thank him yet. You should represent Papa Za" insisted Emery.

"I'm going home alone sir, it's not good to be in one car because he's not my mahram." Write Dila on a piece of paper then handed to Emery.

The middle-aged man read with a smile that adorned his face.

Reluctant to argue with his father, Ezra who did not see Dilara's interaction with his father, complied with his request.

When I'll take Dila.

Ezra wondered why there was a driver accompanying them now. But because he was still very sleepy, he had the opportunity to sleep during the trip later, his intention in his heart.

The luxury sedan then drove back, after Emery said a lot of thanks to Dilara.

Thirty minutes later.

The driver patted the employer's arm gently on his left, telling him they had arrived. The driver was asked to accompany Ezra down to take Dilara from the end of the road to the girl's residence.

Seen from a distance, the middle-aged woman was crying mobbed by the neighbors. Dilara was confused as to what was going on.

"I-buuu," muttered Dila as she ran. Ezra who is still in a confused mode panics, fearing that the girl will fall because of her long-faced robe, worried about being stepped on while running.

"Sport my heart" said Ezra stroking his chest.

Hearing someone's voice coming, Ruhama rose up to parse the crowd to hug his son.

"Where is it, baby? what are you guys doing? son replied," said Mother interspersed with sobbing cries while holding her daughter's face.

"What's? do what?" whispered Dila, staring at Mother's face did not understand.

"Well, here's the man, heh, the responsibility is perverted day in the house of people, the appearance of a neat behavior of pigs!" hardik a young mother there to Ezra.

"I why? uh, what's going on? off," cried Ezra brushed aside the cheques of some attractive young man and led himself to a place he did not know his purpose.

"Depart, explain it to me!" screech the widower again, trying to break away.

"Have no regrets, pity Dilara, let Kyai Said who introgates you at once married. Make disgrace in the village of people, spread sin to 40 surrounding houses as well. Damn you!" the anger of the people is overflowing.

"Huh, zina, married? who's? I just got here this time, just know him no!" Ezra rebels don't take it.

"Bang-sats!!! I did but I didn't!" Ezra was kicked and hit on his stomach and back.

"Awh," choked CEO El Qavi, holding back the heartache while he saw his drivers being treated equally.

Sh-ittt, what's up.

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