SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 93. INSERTS
The long night began, Ezra still faithfully kept silent in his hotel room. He waited for his cousin at eight, just talking after a long time without seeing each other.
Geck. Geck. The door to his room was knocked on by someone.
The early thirty-year-old man went back into the room, to the door to look at the knocker.
"San, come in" Ezra walked in when he saw the cousin standing next to the door still wearing a uniform.
"It was so long, so upset?"
"Married so let's understand, singles mulu. Worried exactly, I can't do it?" lamented Ezra landed his bo-kong on the side of the bed.
"Ck, marriage .. marriage is that, but there is no intention ... Lah the hell, Lo roadinnya strong no? if not strong yes face him directly .. The biggest fear is indeed from the past anyway, Za," said Sandrina while sitting on a single sofa in the room.
"It's fine, but I'm not reaching my family. Still don't know if they're safe or not, if it's in the right hands is it possible otherwise?"
"And I love Lo Clue. Police don't want to get involved with the merchants, Berabe. We're the plate path just now .. but, if bini Lo why-why, I help Za. Take it easy, I give you one intel man, will you?"
"As far as Lo, bye. Importantly, Dilara was safe during my stay here," murmured Ezra still filled with worry.
They both discussed many things, related to the location of several houses that were likely lived in by Asyraf hamid.
"If you already know where they are, I send someone yes. Sorry, can't be long, I'll go back. Hope all is over. I'm worried about Uncle Emer, when are you going to Turkey? big families are waiting for you" he added before leaving.
"If my family is whole again, in she Allah I will invite Dila to know our ancestors," replied Ezra also rose up to take Sandrina out of his room.
After the departure of the cousin of the woman who is no longer young, Ezra decided to order dinner while confirming the mapping plan.
"One, two, three .. ok, I hope this is enough," he monologued looking at the graffiti on the paper he used.
Two days later.
Someone came knocking on the door of the Qavi Clan's successor's room at exactly seven in the morning. Ezra let himself in.
He then gave her a pouch that Rolex had placed on her.
"Microcam, this phone is for you to use later. All these tools, can you use them?"
"Can, Sir. I learned a little bit about it, so what's my job?"
Ezra closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he spoke. Tomorrow he must be out of the country related to the expired visa period.
Not much time, clearly Dilara's husband explained his obligations. And he had to follow someone after this. I don't know what the plan is that all the tasks must be done carefully, especially with Andre, the assistant of Asyraf hamid. Don't let the disguise be uncovered.
The envoy understood, a moment later the deluxe room that Ezra lived in was quiet again.
"Honey, this situation is only temporary. Pray I can survive without you longer" he said wiping the screen of a black-clad flat object he held.
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Sharjahs.
This morning Ashraf hamid will be out of town with Andre, the assistant trust number wahid relics of his rich husband. Before the female merchant left, he visited Dilara's room which was no less spacious as his.
"Shan, Oma work first huh Darling," Asyraf hamid, grabbed Shan from Dilara's deck who had just finished nursing.
"Dila, if bored can go yes with Mba Mun, shopping or just snacks in the front Mall. Stay accompanied by Kesih or Marini as well as others, Ok?" he still carries Shan.
"Yes, ma'am, thank you very much. I did want permission earlier because it happened to diapers Shan limit," replied Dila.
"Your salary has been transferred to Dila. And this, for Shan's needs, I'm getting the card ready. Dre," call Asyraf hamid to his assistant.
"Please, Miss." The middle-aged man thrust a single Amex black card at him.
"Too much, excessive Mistress. Sorry, I can't take it. Not even work has been given salary, it is against the law of employment, Madam. Open the door hasad for others," added Dila, sungkan.
"I'm sorry, I can't accept" said Dila, both scared and disinclined.
Asyraf hamid then sat down next to Dilara, still holding Shan.
"Dila, let's just say it's a gift because it's been my conversation partner, OK? Shan, I've considered him a grandchild, you came here with a package, right? if it is fit, it can directly work ko," he said again while returning Shan to the mother.
Princess Ruhama weighed in, before her head nodded faintly.
"Good Girl, I'm leaving until tomorrow, Dila. Do what you want, make yourself comfortable" he said, rising up and stepping out of the guest's room.
Moments after Ashraf hamid's departure. Dila decided to leave the residence following the advice of the Grand Mistress.
That afternoon, the hick girl was amazed to see the scenery during their short trip. In accompanied by Kesih, Dila understood little by little about culture, language as well as direction if out of residence.
Because cool and too enthusiastic to see a collection of cute clothes for her baby, Dila unconsciously moved away from the reach of Kesih who was also busy sorting out the groceries of the young Miss.
"Miss? miss?" Sad confused looking, also their two bodyguards also missed the sight of watching where the Miss went.
"What the hell are you doing?" sad to the two women who were with him.
"I went to the toilet for a second, sorry."
"I-I'm going with Miss but she disappeared behind the crowd. I've been looking for by the information center before," refute one of them.
"Search, until you can. Disperse" said the assistant.
Meanwhile.
Dila was carried away by the current of admiration for the nuances in the magnificent Mall, faintly piercing the sense of smell. The fragrant aroma she longed for came from one of the food stalls there. "Indonesian cuisine," he said on a sign in front of the food court.
"Miss," exclaimed one of the bodyguards, approaching Dila who was preparing to enter the outlet.
"Yes? uh sorry, I'm looking for ya? this, being interested in this smell ... Can you eat first?" asked Dila slowly while pointing towards the outlet, so that the bodyguard understood.
"Please wait Miss, she'll be here soon."
Shortly after, the assistant for the baby arrived. They discussed until the decision to taste the dish, Dilara got.
"I don't think there is an Indo dish menu here," said Dila sumringah, he ordered Meatballs Malang complete with dry dumplings.
"Bakso Kangen huh, Miss?"
"Yes, the food of a million people, while in Jakarta I have never eaten this snack again, it treats my kangen," said Dila with sparkling eyes.
"Best seller other than Bakso Malang, there are many menus, Miss. Please," greet one of the employees with a uniform cook.
"You can speak a language? is she chef?" tanya Dila was enthusiastic when she explained the details of their best seller menu.
"True, I'm Miss CDP" he replied.
"What's that?" ask Kesih.
"Chef de partie, station chef .. specialist handle menu, especially soup and salad, and Meatball is one of the products," he explained who welcomed the same lip movement issued the word Oh, Oh, of the two young women who sat sweetly at their outlet table.
Grief weighing something, in his mind.
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