SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 77. PRESUMPTIONS
"Darling! Crazy one!" Shouted Ezra was responded by several officers outside the airport to the health room.
After ten minutes there.
"It is better to go to the hospital because his condition is weak, although still conscious," said the doctor at the airport.
Not much said, Ezra asked Dilara to be transferred to the hospital immediately. He contacted Rolex so that the wife could occupy the same room as Auntie. As well as asking that someone take care of his car because it was left behind at the airport.
Young mistress gets treatment after moving her cage. His physique weakened due to a series of events, since yesterday pregnant women can not eat and rest properly.
Before being given medicine, Dila had said that Ezra had to ask for a video of Mother's funeral there.
Two hours passed.
"Abang," her hand outstretched with a weak call to her husband.
"Dila? where's that sick?"
"Dizziness, what kind of mother?" weakling.
"It has arrived there because it uses ordinary passenger aircraft so fast. Just finished in sholatan and will be buried ba'da prayer Friday, want to see the video?" tanya Ezra offered what she asked for.
The net, which had been swollen from crying from the morning, grew red when he saw from the video how many mourners accompanied his mother's departure.
"Next to Auntie, don't worry. He's improving gradually. It was realized so hopefully it can be asked what is the cause of all this other than because it is God's destiny" said Ezra.
Emery's eldest son becomes a person full of warmth after realizing his love for Dilara is growing with time. He was very patient to accompany and serve all Dila's wishes.
"Bobok yuk, I'm sleepy, but I want to sleep there." Show it to Dila's brangkar
"Good, here." She shifts her body so that Ezra can join.
There is no most comfortable pillow other than the husband's arm. There is no warmth beyond the warm, loving embrace of the body of the owner of love.
...***...
Other hospital.
Rolex steals time between busy days when Ezra is not in the office. He is now visiting a foreign man who was found a few days ago.
VVIPS.
"He's a wean?" ask the man in a fancy suit when entering the room.
"He fainted for three days, boss. Just woke up but went back to sleep after taking the medicine," replied the bodyguard.
"The diagnosis?"
"The ribs are cracked in two, the stomach and liver are swollen from blunt force blows. Torn temples, jawbone shifted. The operation will be carried out if you arrive and agree to further action" he said.
"Ckck, it's so bad, who did it?"
Rolex scans all wounds. This is a former massacre. Even his face seemed to be deliberately broken so as not to be recognized. Is the facial structure real or surgery? rolex's inner rumbles, eager to open all the clues.
An hour later he was in the room, until a voice pulled him up.
"To-long," he said, so full of pain that his face grimaced.
"Who are you? where from? why is this so?" scatter Rolex while sitting in the seat next to the cage while crossing.
"You're s-sia-pa?"
"Rolex," he replied straightforwardly.
"To-long met my sister, photo in do-mp-et," replied the stranger still in the same tone.
"Where's the stuff?" ask Rolex on the bodyguard in the room.
"This is the boss, his sister is still young somewhere," the man in the suit handed him a photograph.
"Where is he?"
"Dise-kap da-lam clu-b has been two months, like a pene-bus huta-ng papa," he said later.
"I'll be in-bu-noah, to-long me."
"Why do you have to die? what have I done?"
Deghs.
Rolex pensive for a moment he seemed to think hard, then asked the bodyguard in the room to keep everything secret. The Aspri swiftly asked his men to prepare something that might be useful someday.
Ezra's right-hand man listened intently to every broken sentence that came out of the mouth of the man he helped.
"Good again, you'll have surgery two days later. When you recover, make up for all your mistakes. Excuse me" said Rolex, leaving the stranger.
"Mung-kin I es-ok su-dah ti-ada, well you're careful. All my doubts are nar, I speak in the name of my Lord."
Rolex paused for a moment, then turned back to him.
"I'll find your sister and look after her. If you have to leave after telling the truth, go. El Qavi is not a negligent person who will be trustworthy," he said.
Hearing Rolex talk somehow he just believed that the perlente man would hold his words.
"I'll be calm if I have to go. Thank you El Qavi," he murmured as he closed his eyes.
The bodyguards inside always record what happens even if there is a cctv that Rolex puts on the ceiling.
...***...
A headquarters.
The young master's assistant was in the fog when his men said that their captive man had escaped until he lost track. They have been searching for days.
"Gob-lok!!"
Plakk.
He slapped a hard slap into the cheek of the man who was asked to be responsible for eliminating the man.
"I don't want any reason. Just find and finish!"
"Don't come back if it doesn't work. Clean the trail and do everything in a smooth way!" Declared again.
"Good, Boss!" answer to the four men in all black suits. They returned out of the room dominated by black paint, to the car to continue the search mission.
They traced the last point of the escape of their prey to end up on a road after passing through the thick of the weeds.
"Find a hospital or clinic around here, and ask if any patients have come in with injuries that day. I'm sure someone helped her and hid her identity. Ask carefully so as not to arouse suspicion" said one of their leaders.
Not only the young master who has advanced tools, but his men are equipped with qualified equipment.
By midnight.
A stranger passed in front of a room pushing a wheeled shelf. Reportedly it was a VVIP patient room. No nun is allowed to enter the room if she is not a family-appointed officer.
Cluntrung.
A bottle of drink rolled right at the foot of one of the men who had just opened the door.
"Eh, who's this? Mas, this is yours, isn't it?" he shouted while pointing a bottle of drink at the figure of the man who had just passed by pushing the drug rack.
"What's wrong? the time is quiet here."
Deerrrsshhh.
When cold steam appears on the surface of the bottle, the reaction is created due to the warm ions produced due to the hand grip. Making the man in a suit hold back the pain and then slowly collapse.
The other man helped a colleague, but was ill. A small needle-sized sting that landed on his neck, paralyzing his body instantly.
Two strangers, with relaxed steps. Arrange the bodyguards that have been floated neatly. Then he approached the suspect's bed they were looking for.
"Say goodbye," said the voice of the baritone injecting something into the intravenous fluid.
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