SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 89. SHAN

One calming day for Dilara he just passed by. Himself and El, sound on top of their new contest. The long journey did not deny his physical increasingly weak, and long sleep was enough to restore Dilara stamina at night.

The door of her room was knocked by the maid who asked her to head to the dining room because Madam Asyraf had been waiting.

"OK, briefly. El and I changed clothes first" he told the maid.

Yet.

"Eh, my suitcase will be sent via cargo to the Rengganis dormitory. My clothes are there, how is this? el's shirt too," The young mother panicked.

In the confusion, his mind directed the body that was still not fully fit to open the wardrobe.

"Eh, is there a shirt?" Despite his doubts, he grabbed a piece of dark brown homy dress with an abstract motif.

Geck. Geck.

"Yes?" Dila put the new clothes he held on the bed. Then open the room door.

"Miss, your clothes are there and Young Master El, on the shelf next to him. Let me help you," said Kesih while entering the spacious room.

Dila was stunned for a moment before asking about all this.

"Mrs prepared for you since yesterday. And this does belong to both of you," he explained again.

Kesih and Marini explained alternately about the status of the Madam, this house is also some of his business. What you like and don't.

Dilara finally understood, also what attitude he should apply and take care of, when meeting with him. Before long, thanks to the help of two maids, both of them were ready sooner to join the host.

Dining Rooms.

"Beautiful .. Here Dila, sitting next to me, we forget etiquette first. I want to have a casual conversation with you. Well, jowo menu, know tek and rawon, like it? drink this, thin, cucumber lime .. seger." Asyraf Hamid is enthusiastic to see his guests willing to accompany dinner today.

Dilara just smiled, pulling the chair to the left of the big madam while carrying El in her arms.

"Oma's granddaughter, who's El?" asyraf Hamid asked when he saw the baby boy more clearly without a blanket covering his face like this afternoon.

"El Shareef, but changed to Shareef Shan."

"Called him?"

"Shan, may be blessed, some say, a melodious voice. Because I want Shan to be hafiz" Dila said to one word her son's name.

"Beautiful ... Sorrow, stroller Shan, where? please bring it here," The big lady called the maid in charge of serving Shan.

"Mrs. Sorry," the assistant said as she pushed the wheeled baby box to the side of Dila's seat.

"May I carry it for a minute, Dila?" pinta the beautiful woman beside him was.

"By ... Shan, come with Madame Asyraf yes son, want to doain," whispered Dila in her son's ear.

"Oma, just Oma." The owner of the real name Vega Gianina received carefully, the handsome baby boy the distant guest's son.

"Shan, may one day be a source of happiness for Mother and the woman who becomes your wife later. Loving the two women who will fight by your side one day, your Mother and Wife. Raise the degree of parents, be the cure of all suffering is also abundant in the ease of affairs, close to the good people nan sholeh, aamiin."

Like meeting an oasis. Dilara, moved to see the Madam who had just known him was very fond of the son only wayang. Chanting many lines of prayer that you cannot give, because Ruhama went home first.

"Why, Dila?" ask her when putting a tiny baby in a stroller.

"I remember Mom" Dila explained.

"Well, you can consider me your mother too. Ok? we'll eat yuk before your doctor arrives. I don't want to, El why-why as a result of flying far at an age that is still very risky," he asked obscure the sadness of the young girl beside him.

Early morning, Airport.

Ezra just arrived in Dubai. He has been waiting for a bell boy hotel who carries his signboard at the gate of international arrival. After a few minutes of talking, they left the airport for the hotel where Ezra was staying.

The standard of hotel facilities in this country is ajib, although he only gets Deluxe rooms. But the interior is no less slick.

After confirmation of check-in, Ezra was ushered into a room on the 12th floor of the magnificent building towering between similar buildings to his left right.

"Darling, I'm now in the same country as you, if we were in the same room."

The man rubbed his neck which felt sore. Unbutton a few shirts up top then shift the balcony door breathing the early morning air of a thousand skyscrapers country.

"In spite of our momentary togetherness, you leave behind a deep longing. I'm not a quiet person, but I made it so."

He switched on his phone, then contacted ustadz Zaky and Rolex, saying he had arrived.

"Hope it's not too late."

Ezra went back into the room, closed the balcony door and decided to take a break before meeting the ustadz.

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Next morning.

After listening to the doctor's description overnight, the two beautiful women came out of the luxurious residence to the hospital for further examination on Shan as well as postpartum wounds for Dila.

While elsewhere.

The ustadz asked to meet in the room of the owner of EQ building, the hotel where Ezra stayed. The reason is because more privacy and kept their secrets from the general public.

The two met at ten in the morning. The two chose to talk on the balcony.

"How are you, Mr Ezra?"

"It is not good because my heart is troubled" said Ezra as he sat opposite Zaky.

Zaky smiled faintly, acknowledging the feeling of this man in front of him.

"I was shocked when Dilara expressed the intention of coming with us here. He did not explain in detail what the problem was. Only then Rengganis, my wife said that she had been treated with talak kinayah .. tried to ask, but you avoided. Dila finally made the decision to keep her distance first" explained Zaky.

"really. I ignored it, because I didn't understand it was ustadz."

"His intention was to hold back so that you could meet first, but he insisted for another reason, and finally Dila sued for your divorce. Rightly so?" ask Zaky to find out the real thing.

"Rubber. But all I can break, for mediation later in the assembly regarding Dila's lawsuit. What I want to ask you is about the status of my speech and talaq laws what about Dila, Ustadz?" Ezra started to worry. His heart pounded, afraid of the ustadz's explanation if everything he had done, was proven to violate sharia until Dilara's status as his wife, was released.

"I am not a person who has the right to know. Especially the judge who decides the case. However, since Dilara and you came to me, it is obligatory for the law to explain as little knowledge as I can. When the word in this moment makes you doubtful, please may ask the more 'alim and fahim. Is it understandable, sir?" zaky said long before listening to Ezra's version of the story.

"understand, Ustadz. Just call Ezra, "he asked.

"Alhamdulillah .. please...."

Ezra took a deep breath, before starting the story. "I...."

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