SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 82. PULLED

Before leaving, the net fluttered around the room. The narrow room he lived in for almost a year. Witnesses to all his struggles since arriving in Jakarta, painfully tired sick to happy and back slumped.

"Bye. See you later, I don't know who your occupants will be," said Dilara closing the door slowly. Leave all the memories in it.

"Grandfather, bismillah same Mother yes. Grow up to be a good child so that I am proud of you and raise your parents' degrees in the eyes of God. Aamiin's."

In his heart for a moment felt strong, but as soon as a foot stepped, the heart was increasingly bitter to hold the taste. The clear thread fell back as it slowly entered the elevator to get down to the ground floor.

Dilara no longer cares about, his eyes straight ahead, down the steps of the lobby one by one to the meeting point with Winda who avoid cctv.

"Mba Street, to the doctor first asked for a flying referral for adek as well as other affidavits then to the secretariat of the special needs child shelter because Anis prepared my room there," said Dila to Winda when he met, with a hoarse voice.

"Baby El, safe Non?" ask the mother who also has a son.

"Safe, it's warm. He slept ko Mba and I've been pumping asi in the bag," replied Dila when her thin body was on the bike.

"Bismillah, hopefully in the future all good yes Non. Spirit," he said again encouraged the customer. Dilara just nodded, wiping away the tears that came back down as the motor drove.

An hour later.

"Non, take care of yourself, don't forget me later. If you are back in Indo again, let me know Non. In Allah I will not change the number .. O Allah Non Dila," Willa can not resist the crying of releasing the departure of young women who one year occasionally fill all his activities.

The first impression when he saw the customer was polite, and royal. There is no awkward feeling of being friends with him who comes from a low caste, sholihah because it keeps adab with fellow men.

"Mba, pray Dila and El yes, love Vishnu and diligently practice. If later I come back will definitely look for Mba Winda ... My message, do not tell anyone where we go," Dila no less sobbing.

The first friend he had in the capital city of Jakarta, in fact, helped a lot to support all the activities he started because he did not know anyone.

They hugged each other tightly, venting a tightness in the chest. Dilara slowly released the departure of Winda with his two-wheeled vehicle that was getting away from view.

When Madam Qavi had arrived at Zaky's ustadz residence, the Rengganis immediately invited her into the living room. Her husband did not comment much because Dila's decision was unanimous and there were other causes even though the young mother refused to tell her story, when she finally filed for divorce despite Ezra's figurative speech.

"I can't, it hurts. I forgive but for now I cannot accept what he has done to me" Dila replied when asked by Rengganis, his best friend.

Both chose silence no longer interfere with household matters. Finally the couple directed Dilara to fill in the data for POI (risk coverage) also prepare MEDIF documents (medical information for infants), as a condition of flying because El is not even two months old.

"Later you leave two days after we are Dila, all your goods are sent cargo so that when boarding, you only bring one bag to the cabin. Your passport and El are ready .. his name was changed with a new one using a certificate from disdukcapil because the original deed change was not finished, printed two weeks later. Later we send it if it's in Indo back," ustadz Zaky provide all documents needs to fly for both of them.

"During there, all your needs are met. Similarly here, so you do not need to leave the house, Dila," continued the friend.

"Your salary there is USD$5000 for the first three months and increased gradually until it reaches USD $7000, not health and other benefits ..in she Allah enough to live there," obviously Anis later.

"Your son is a month different from my son, Dila. Spirit, may this be the best way. Keep your iddah period if you know for sure your submission was granted by the assembly, even though you have to work for El ya.." he added again after his best friend was finished filling all the data.

"Aamiinu. Yes," replied Dila briefly.

"I'll introduce you to my friends at the secretariat. Only two female teachers were also one man standing guard in front of the gate. In Shay Allah, all trust if Mas Zaky asks them to be quiet" said Rengganis to calm Dila who looks troubled.

"Oh my God, I forgot. My laptop and the listening box, miss."

...***...

Dusk passed. PIK Tower'S.

Velma felt that all day was so quiet, there was no sound of baby El crying. He then ventured to knock on the door of the Madam's room.

Geck. Geck.

"Miss, can I come in? want to bring a snack for you," said Velma.

Silent.

Silent.

Ten minutes he stood up, sticking an ear to the door panel. His mind suspects something. The girl ventured to press the lever so she could look inside.

"No- .. lah, empty," Velma was surprised.

He then saw the laptop has been neatly packed, as well as the storage box of an instrument that resembles an ear rolled on the table in a ready position. Besides, there is a stack of sheets that successfully make his eyes pattern.

Velma then realized, Her young mistress is leaving. The girl checked the wardrobe and it turned out her premonition was right.

"The blank, Miss's clothes are also partially reduced. Gawat," he panicked immediately ran out of the residence to the security room to see the cctv to track where the Madam went.

Arriving at the security room, he had to swallow a sense of disappointment. True, his young mistress was seen going out of the building on foot with El, carrying only a small bag that he carried.

The female bodyguard resigned. He tried to contact Rolex but his phone went out, as did his boss.

Velma ventured to send a message to him about the Madam. Her steps were shaken when she returned to the residence, she chose to cry in Aunt's room.

"Why Velma?" tanya Bi inah still lay weak.

His old physique made his recovery run slow. The young master's caretaker had not been able to walk because his eyesight was still twitching if he stood for too long.

"Miss, go. Go, leave us, Bi," sobs Velma.

"Innalillahi .. My sins are more and more, O Allah," Aunty was no less lamenting the departure of her master.

Meanwhile in Soetta.

Ezra had just arrived when the day had changed by morning. He chose to go straight home in a taxi, there was a sense of loss in the corner of his heart since this afternoon. Want him to soon meet his beloved abege also his handsome son.

Biipp's.

"Darling, I'm home...."

Velma, unable to sleep, rushed out of Aunt's room, approaching the young master before she climbed the stairs to her room.

"Master ... have you read my message?" asked Velma doubtfully.

Actually, he could not bear to convey the news because he saw the tired face of the El Qavi leader but he also did not want to stay silent for too long. Maybe the lady hasn't been far away.

"What's wrong? batre I'm low?"

Velma hesitated. "Miss left the house, she took Den El away and left something in the room, too" Velma's great-grandson was afraid.

"W-What?" ezra murmured as if he did not believe in his hearing.

The long leg kept stepping up the stairs towards his room. When he opened the door, the shaky steps of an Ezra appeared.

"Nothing has changed, even my old coffee glass is still there. Dila hasn't come in here since two days ago," she's weak.

Ezra then chose to go back down to the ground floor. The rough step was created due to the stomping of the feet of the son of Emery's pride when running towards Dila's room originally.

"Dila...."

Blank. Hollowly.

The net began to heat up, his breathing hunting made the chest of the field rise and fall.

"This? whahuh? Dila, not .. will not, you are still my wife," his face pias when he saw the sheet on the table that has been signed by the Madam.

"Dilaay!!" Ezra tore the paper that had hurt his heart.

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...Dila abu2 status if it refers only to figurative talaq, until the iddah hangs. But if the lawsuit is fulfilled because of one reason and the evidence on the laptop is filed, or contained in the sighat (written in the marriage book), then the sentence is valid since the hammer of the judge's verdict. His 3x days are sacred (90 days or more)....

...The minimum period, one day one night, generally the period of 6 or 7 nights, and the maximum period of 15 fifteen nights, is, while the holy period between the two periods the fastest is 15 nights, 24 or 23 days, and the longest is unlimited. (Safinatun)...

...If he experiences a normal menstrual cycle like the above limitations, then there is a possibility that his period is exactly 90 days or maybe less than 90 days, depending on how his condition when the divorce verdict occurred, he said, in a holy state or on a period....

...But if he experiences an abnormal menstrual cycle, where the sacred period is much longer than the above limits, then his period may be more than 90 days....

...Another if when undergoing the period of iddah a woman does not experience menstruation because of breastfeeding, then her period after experiencing 3 periods. When did she start having periods? Chances are after she no longer breastfeeds her baby. This means that the period may be longer than 90 days (or 3x holy)....

...Not confused? 🤭 but usually the ruler or judge will help calculate the period of iddah ko to avoid ihtiyath (miscount)....

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