SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 78. TRIGGER, AGAIN
Before the murder, in another hospital.
The mood of grief still enveloped Dilara. However, he tried to keep doing the activity as usual. Invite Bi Inah and to always remember God.
Ezra watched every Friday ba'da ashar, Dhikir Dila was not as usual.
"Dila, if Friday why do other dzikirnya?" Ezra waited for an answer from him while thrusting a notepad on his phone.
The late daughter of Ruhama received an object from her husband's hand, without touching it.
"Sa'ah fatimid. Ba'da ashar is the time of prayer as Ibn Qayyim said: this time is the end of Ashar and is glorified by all religious people. I recite sholawat as well as istighfar, for the best of dhikr is to call oneness and the beloved of Allah is also Istighfar as the purifier of the soul."
"His foundation is allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammadinil nabuyyil ummiyyi wa ala alihi wasallim taslima and istighfar until the ashar time runs out."
"Light be in the heart, all desire for the Hereafter. Especially death by husnul khotimah, prayer for the hereafter the new world."
Dila handed back her husband's device.
Young master Qavi always wanted to know what his wife said. No vain words come out of the mouth of a beloved abege. Not because she has a deficiency but if noticed, Dilara increasingly keep oral since she knew pregnant.
Bi Inah once said that she became more reserved, probably because this was the reason. Still wearing cocoa and sarongs, he bought Dilara back, even leaning his chin on Dila's shoulders. Following the rhythm of his wife's reading.
By midnight.
The young mistress was unable to sleep, a sense of unease ambushed her. He rose to release Ezra's embrace, descending slowly from the top of the bed to the bathroom for ablution and murajahah.
"Dila, njai again? why?" Ezra realized his wife was not in bed, and he woke up.
"Nice, I don't know why." He continued his surohnya reading.
"I'm with you, wudhu first yes, dear." Ezra came down from the cage, approached Bi Inah for a moment before heading to the toilet.
"Yusuf? so happy about this, why?"
Dilara grabbed her cell phone. Then open the message feature. She wrote a long paragraph there, intending to send a message to her husband's number.
"Based on the story of the Prophet Joseph and conformity in life. Because my hope is to have a child with an open attitude, like Prophet Yusuf to his father Prophet Ya'qub about what he experienced .. patient nature ... to repay evil with kindness, to forgive others .. and to be able to withstand anger .. to be wise in preaching, and to pray for the good of those who wronged him."
"I want to have that trait" Dila said briefly.
"Allahumma aamiin." Ezra agreed and then followed Dila's reading as his new habit now.
"Sa-l-ah, Brother. Not that it reads, verse 17 a lot of tajwidnya law," said Dila rectifying the pronunciation of Ezra.
"Where's Honey?"
"Qoluu, this mad original because lam breadfruit met wau, read two harokat .. then ingda mataa, the nature of ikhfa buzzing resistant three harakat connect with the original mad again, because ta fathah met alif but no breadfruit, waqaf or tashdid."
"Mu'minil lanaa .. This is idgham bilaghunnah because the letter nun kasrah tanwin meets lam tasydid. In his reading melted without buzz anymore and the tanwin nature is lost, why? for meeting the original mad ... lanaa, two harokats arrested."
"I cape the breath if it's long, sorry to use the note so." Dilara is back on her phone.
Ezra just smiled rubbing his wife's head reading a lot of tajwid sentences. "I'm gonna learn so much tajwid again, baby."
"What's wrong, while studying Brother." Again, writing.
I am murajaah together. Aunt suddenly called out to Dila.
"Nooooonn," she called him one breath long.
"Yes Bi," Dilara, assisted by Ezra, approached her cage. Bi inah seemed to want to whisper something, Dila brought the ear closer to the mouth of the woman who was rubbed weak.
"I'm not ... A-anastasia?"
The face of Emery's son-in-law instantly turned deathly pale, his hands clenching furiously until Dila's breath was severed restraining anger.
The pregnant mother's body trembled, her face flushed red, her eyes filled with hatred.
"Darling ... Bi, what's Dila talking to?" Ezra patted her nanny's arm but Aunt was just crying.
Instantly...
"Ab-ang, sick," complained Dila suddenly bending over in pain.
As fast as lightning the contractions came rolling. Until Ezra panics in the middle of the night. He no longer ignored the sleepiness that still ambushed his net. He accompanied his wife to the delivery room.
The young mistress got immediate action without waiting for Obgyn's doctor because the direct opening birth canal was complete.
"Mom midwife, is this going to SC or what? my baby oblique breech," Ezra was worried because his wife had already felt a great contraction.
Meanwhile, the young mistress has been transferred to a maternity bed assisted by several sisters.
"No chance SC seems to be because the interval is good and stable, I tried. Take it easy, many cases are like this but can do a normal birth." The head midwife hurried to make preparations.
"Do the best, please," Ezra's nervous pinta, while taking a position to support Dila's body according to the direction of the sisters.
Next minute. The tense atmosphere was still enveloping.
"Sir, I don't know what this is gonna bring, whether it's the shoulder or the bo-kong?"
"Do whatever my wife does not suffer for long" said Ezra agitated, while Dila recited a prayer that Ezra did not know.
"Hana waladat Maryam .. sakkiit," he complained in between the onslaught of baby's invitation to push.
"Say aaah, ma'am...."
Dilara followed all the instructions of the midwife's head, although it was very painful to take two breaths. Aided by the nurse who pressed her stomach slowly.
"Oh bo-kong. Come on Madam's spirit, a little more...."
"Could it be Dila, come on, baby." Ezra is not losing support.
"One time, Aah.." said the eager midwife. Dila painstakingly set the breath up...
"Oeeee," the loud voice of the baby's cry.
"Alhamdulillah." Dila squeezed, she cried happily, while Ezra immediately hugged her, smelling a pale ayu face even though there were a lot of sweat and tears, there.
"Adzan, iqamah, and al qadr. A-bang," whispered weakly still sobbing.
"Dear, thank you, thank you," the feeling of having to ambush, could not Ezra weir a clear circle that fell wet Dilara's cheek.
The new father-status man stroked the handsome face of his first son while chanting what Dilara asked in both tiny ears, as the red baby was placed on his wife's chest.
"The servant of Mother's son," Dilara cried again, when she saw the adorable little face in her first embrace.
The fruit of love is born even without love at first until a feeling of euphoria accompanies the presence of El Qavi descendants to the world.
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Next morning.
Rolex received word from the hospital that the patient in his custody had died of heart failure.
The two guard bodyguards fainted unconscious despite the hours that had passed since last night's incident.
On one hand, he had the happy news of the birth of the Boss' son. But on the contrary, Rolex has also lost someone he found and will probably save their condition in the future.
"That's your brother, isn't it?" rolex told a foreign girl who came with him.
"Whoa-kaw. Can you leave me?" isak is a young girl, next to the body of the man Rolex saved.
"Why?" pilu's screams.
Rolex let the girl strangle with the fate of her family. At least he knows who he is now.
After the man's request, Aspri El Qavi spreads the men to find the girl. Rolex was forced to make up for it at a fantastic price, though he never knew what the advantage was for him to do all this.
"I hope you're useful."
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