SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 70. NANDRU

A different morning.

Ezra feels his little wife has been evading since last night's heat. Dilara had already left her room after dawn, choosing murajaah on the balcony of the family room. Ruhama's son-in-law let pregnant women who in fact became sexier in the rest of memory last time.

"Non, aren't you ready for her husband's clothes? already at this hour Den Ezra has not come down, tumben," said Bibi when Dila was still teaching.

"Eh, I'm ready Bi. I'll take a look" replied the young lady, starting to close the mushaf and rising from there towards the room on the second floor.

When he just opened the room door. A strong check drew the two-bodied woman inside. His back then hit the chest of one's field, with a circular burly arm hugging his chest.

"During the ride, I had to wear my own work clothes" whispered Ezra in Dila's right ear.

"Ehm, that...."

"Ending this, come on." Ezra swung the tie in front of Dila's face and flipped the full body against her.

Glug.

"Duh, you know I dodged. I am ashamed, O God," said Dila in my heart.

"Dear, come on." Ezra was flirting with his wife. She knew, Dila was still embarrassed because of their intimacy last night, her oval face was now blushing like a boiled crab.

The yellow fingers decorated with diamond rings slowly draped the tie into Ezra's neck. The intense gaze of her husband's eagle eyes successfully made Dilara clumsy.

"Wrongly, duh," he explained, a cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Ezra then wiped it with the tip of the fingers, still reviewing the smile.

"Intentionally in lamain huh? let's stick with me" whispered Ezra again, this time he kissed his wife's forehead.

"Wear the joint-r-i, I can't." Dila dodged, about to leave a figure that had been neat there.

"Patch it, until it's done."

Intentionally, Emery's eldest son just wanted to fill the memory and his heart was filled with Dilara's timid attitude. It was nice for him to see the sight of the face that began to stew was reddish in the hue because it was awkward.

As forcefully as the little Madam concluded the tie until ten minutes later.

"Alhamdulillah," muttered Dilara publishing a faint smile on her lips that was still slightly swollen from Ezra's actions.

C-ups.

Ezra grabbed the chin of his face in front of him. Gently frown pink lips as sweet as cherry.

"Thanks, Honey. Breakfast yuk," he asked later after successfully making Dila limp.

"Be careful," he said again holding the waist of the beloved woman because it staggered a little.

"Shaum, sorry, forgot permission," great-granddaughter Dila when her fingers will pull Ezra out of the room.

"Company me" he asked later. The two of them came out of the room a little late unlike the young master's usual.

When she was going to pull the dining chair for Dila and herself, Auntie came to bring a cup of tea from the pantry room.

"Auntie doesn't think it's working, Den. Want to be in the room all day," seduced Inah, the housekeeper.

"When she doesn't want to, even though I want to," replied Ezra as he sipped the tea that Aunt had served earlier.

"Eh, me?" ayu woman who since sitting in a chair just silent, raised her head turned to look at her Aunt and her husband.

"Honey, I'll wait at the office for lunch, then we'll go to the boutique. Later you will be picked up by sonny," said Ezra to Dila and then stood up. He didn't touch the dish at all.

"Wouldn't eat?" tanya Dila turned to follow in her husband's footsteps.

"Aren't hungry, you had breakfast, are you now full" he whispered as he peeked at the young Madam's head.

The morning that made the tiny body was cold hot. Dilara did not even dare to look at the face of her handsome husband until he left the residence.

It feels like only Ezra has really enjoyed this morning since the obligations he fulfilled last night.

"My heart, duh," Dilara's body sagged behind the door after escorting Ezra away.

*

EQ Building Office.

Ezra listened to all the complaints of his employees until later, he was allowed to leave the room when nausea afflicted him.

"Boss, rest first" said Rolex representing the concerns of other higher-ups when they saw their leader's face pale.

"Meeting continues with management." The deputy director took over the meeting, while Ezra returned to his room.

"I'm dizzy smelling various fragrances over there. You're also Lex, what perfume, what a stench," he lamented.

"To me? this expensive perfume Boss," Rolex whistle, no boss mind it.

Just as Ezra was about to enter the room, he had to go back to the toilet to spit out the contents of his hull.

Rolex staggered into the office, sitting the man on a long sofa in the room. Along with the entry of the secretary brought some files in hand.

"Who else is this perfume?" ezra exclaimed in anger, as his sense of smell seemed to smell strange.

"Angel, Sir. There is a file to sign," said the beautiful girl is also sexy.

Ezra got up again, running towards the toilet in his room. Again, he vomited until only the liquid came out of his stomach.

"Dila," he was weak in his breath.

Rolex just understood, he also pressed the number of quick calls for Sonny to bring the young Madam immediately.

Next minute, in the apartment.

Dilara is confused when Sonny explains her husband's condition in the office. He was fine this morning, he thought.

Bibi asked her young mistress to hurry away, carrying the medicine box that Ezra used to use as well as some healthy snacks partially substituted for lost nutrients.

An hour later.

Princess Ruhama was amazed when setting her feet first in the office of her husband. He did not have time to look around, the slanted gazes of the employees who saw him walking behind the personal assistant of their CEO.

Geck. Geck.

Dilara knocked on her husband's door. While inside, Ezra chose to sit in an oversized chair, putting his head resting on both arms on the table.

"I told you, I don't want to be disturbed, go!" angry jolt.

"D-IT...."

Like hearing the voice he wanted. Ezra raised his head.

"Darling," he exclaimed cheerfully, forgetting that his body was limp, Ezra burst into the arms of Dilara who was still standing at the door.

Grep.

"Your miss, my dear miss." He hugged tightly, inhaling the fragrance he wanted and missed.

"Still nauseous? not exactly what was it? I'm taking this, won't I?"

"You, bribe."

Ezra pulls a hand wrapped in a robe with a ribbon on his wrist towards the sofa.

"Boss," Rolex poked out from the crack of the still-open door.

"Here, I bring it for you too," said Dila, thrusting the container.

"Can't, everything is mine," Ezra held Dila's arm.

"Don't be stingy, Boss. Madam was nice to us. Oh yeah, the boutique clerk's here. With Ms Naya directly .. want me to call you now?" rolex asked, taking the container that his little mistress had thrust.

"Yes may Mr. Rolex, let all your affairs be finished so that after this you can go home for a rest" this time Dila replied.

"Thank You Darling. I'm hungry," he whined for Dila to feed him food immediately. While he coolly stroked the distended stomach of Dila which made the owner uncomfortable.

Owner Queenny and two of her assistants walked into Qavi's CEO's room when Ezra had already half-eaten his lunch.

"Disturb the romance" Naya said as she entered the room.

"Mr Naya, good afternoon. Waduh, honor for me in the owner directly, sit Mom. I'm sorry it's a mess," welcome Ezra to rise to welcome his guests.

"Mba Dilara huh? beautiful, I was lucky to meet his secret wife, Mr. Ezra," always Naya when she saw the young lady.

"Hello, noon Bu Naya," replied Dila kindly.

"If it's done, we immediately fit the clothes, hopefully no one is remodeled because it seems appropriate," said owner Queenny when seeing the body gesture of his client.

"Begging to be adjusted to the mask is just Bu Naya, sorry suddenly because I just got this." Ezra thrust out a picture for tomorrow's event.

Dilara is assisted by two boutique assistants when trying on an evening dress that will be worn tomorrow afternoon.

"Maa sya Allah, beautiful, fitting yes alhamdulillah .. means my PR only adds accessories," he concluded in a nod by Ezra.

The dress along the eyes of the feet is black with a pleated from the top of the right shoulder slanted towards the left, in the bulkhead by a sprinkling of crystals in the middle. Ribbon-decorated sleeves with semi-balloon cutting make the dress Dilara wear, elegant.

"Beautiful, dear," praised Ezra in amazement.

After reaching an agreement, Owner Queenny resigned from the room led by El Qavi.

"Pu-l-ang yes, Brother caught wind of it," said Dila after their guests left, he then cleaned up all his luggage, still with Ezra's hands that were not stopping to disturb his stomach.

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It's only been a few steps since the CEO left the room, when he was about to get into the elevator. Naya's phone is ringing.

"Good afternoon, Miss Naya, please make me a dress matching Mrs Dilara's dress, send it to the address I mean, following the payment receipt I've transferred to Queenny's account. I'm waiting for your work tomorrow morning. Thanks."

"Hi ga- .. well, how is this...." Naya astonished. Until he entered the elevator while checking the incoming message from the mysterious man.

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...Dila, don't make two men, Nyandu same kamoh... Mommy &e advantages of this word, the horse so 2 part.. 😪 jejelin sweet sampe enek first 😌...