SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 96. LONGS

The long night for Dila was hard to get through. He's been hit by longs.

"Abang, what are you doing? does he keep his diet? Mita once said, in the past Brother was seriously ill because he helped Papa fight for El Qavi to stay upright standing. Work, college is also looking for a big project, competing with many similar companies when he was supposed to enjoy youth," said Dila, looking at a secret photo.

"I got this photo from Mita, no mistyuri. There are no wedding photos in the house. Let me keep this, the only thing I've got as a longing cure."

This is his decision, but why it seems to backfire on the heart. Slowly seeing the development of Shan's growth, which is increasingly similar to the husband, slightly affects the mood of the heart.

Likes, sorrows, pride, longs, and loneliness melted into one. Throughout the day Dila spent struggling with work as well as AVT class training. His determination is unanimous, if he has earned enough income. Fly to Australia or Canada and pursue a profession as an AVT trainer is the right choice.

"Hold Dila, be strong. Make yourself worthy and useful to many. Maybe you won't stay still, he'll take care of me as far away as he can."

"Sir, thanks. I'm guessing, Brother managed to overturn my lawsuit even though the reason I don't know for sure."

Dilara monologue while looking at the face of the son only wayang who slept beside him. The shadow of the second marriage is also their intimate activities that do not know the place back flashed in his mind and successfully made himself cry.

"I hate it but I miss it too. This pain is heartbroken" sobbed Ruhama's daughter in the middle of the night. Until he was tired, leaving clear circles as a provision of travel across a sad dream.

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After the night of the encounter with the young master Al Zayn, also a detailed description of who he was by the Lady Asyraf Hamid. Dila.

Where maybe he who is high position glances at women like him. As of now, the young man routinely sent her various bouquets of flowers.

"Mba, tell Mrs Asyraf that I object. Perhaps if he were to say this, it would be heard by the young master," he asked Kesih.

"Already Non. Even Madam forbid but still he was ignorant. It seems that Miss caught his attention," Sorrow replied while helping herself take a bath.

"I'm still my brother's wife legally. Can't be owned by anyone and even though my status is free. I'm reluctant to get back in touch .. My heart, still belongs to Ezra Qavi, he's the only occupant." The reply to Kesih while removing various fresh flower arrangements from his presence.

Entering the fourth month.

Dilara began to sulk at the Madam, volunteering to teach the students in the same dormitory as the other teachers. But with his alot, Vega did not allow him to stay there.

"Dila, you can teach but you'll be picked up by the driver to stay with me. I don't want to split with Shan. Point," he said after dinner the other day when Ruhama's daughter ventured to ask him for something.

The decision is severe but must be, he does not want to be labeled as a pest or even a parasite. Although the whispers of fellow trainers were heard, as much as possible he tepis.

His intention was only to share what knowledge he was capable of. Slow AVT learning techniques Practice in children with special needs there.

It's been a week, Dilara went home between drivers.

Without him noticing, Al Zayn today saw everything Dila did all day at a learning training center called Learning with A.

The young man was amazed at the hidden ability of the girl. He greeted the beautiful woman in a black dress, when Dila had just walked out of the room after she finished teaching.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

His steps came to a halt when he heard a voice from behind his body. Dila turned around, facing the owner of the body.

"Good day." Zayn did a gesture.

The young man's fingers clenched and pressed against his forehead, to greet him. Connected by linking the palms of both hands exactly the movement of patting then both arms formed to resemble the letter L, as a noon greeting.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Afternoon."

The beautiful woman, who removed the niqab and replaced it with a mask, replied with a similar gesture as a tribute to the interlocutor.

"Dila, son? your kid?"

"Yes. Excuse me," continued the move again.

"Miss Dilara, wait a minute." Zayn is pursuing a new trainer for Ashraf's foundation.

"May I ask for your time? by when? there's something I want to talk about, both" he said.

"Sorry, Young Master, next time. Or tell Madam when it comes to work because I'm on .. Please, I hope you understand, excuse me." Dila is confused, between wanting to say that he is guarding his id or vice versa.

Emery's daughter-in-law greeted him, cupped both hands in front of his chest and left a masculine figure that still looked confused, just like that.

"Yes Robb, I want to stay in a closed room until the end of the iddah period, without being seen other than mahram. However, right now I have just had my period and still wait three times holy to be perfect for kinayah. But, Shan's needs also live here not always hanging from Madame Asyraf. Also a lot of mudhorot that will happen if I was too pampered while my status is the same, teacher. Protect me," Dila.

In his heart was troubled, will this disrespectful attitude will affect the relationship of the Great Mistress considering Al Zayn is a person with a high position.

While Zayn, seeing the departure of Dila just like that.

"Selan Zayn, slow down. He must be yours. Patience waiting for his dream to be finished. Do not rush," he continued to monologue still staring at the shadow of the woman who was getting into the recesses of his heart.

"Alyssa, pray big brother, he's the right figure for you, replace Mama."

Feeling that his affairs were over, the handsome man left the location, riding a luxurious car towards his residence.

Shortly thereafter, it was still on its way in a luxurious cabin. A conversation between himself and someone.

"Well, I asked Dila to be the main trainer. Canada, the right choice for him to explore audio-visual techniques for children there, as well as our charity project. The good is soon done in the near future," asked the young master, still talking to the figure at the end of the device.

The short talk turned out to be as fruitful as he wanted. Asyraf Hamid was heard asserting his request.

Later days.

Armed with the excuse of a charity project, Zayn aggressively approached Dilara in many romantic ways. Gradually Dila adjusted to the presence of the man, even though he was as strong as evading.

Asyraf Hamid understands the guest's position, helping Dilara as much as he can. So that Al Zayn is not offended. But this time, they were cornered. Inevitably, Dila had to go with them for the inauguration of a building.

"Miss Dila, I'm tame. Come nearer. And open your mask, I almost never see the face of ayu behind the alkes while we've met often," he said in front of Ashraf Hamid during their trip in a luxury vehicle cabin.

"Ralat, young master. Only three times, at home, school and now. I don't think it's any different if I'm there and sitting here, right? it is better not to spread gossip seeds that ultimately harm you. I'm sorry if I'm being disrespectful, Madam, Young Master." Dila resolutely refused, he was very close to Shan.

"Madam, your daughter is hard, just like her mother."

"Please understand his position, Young Master. And work problems should not be linked to other conditions. You're famous for professionalism, aren't you?"

Asyraf Hamid's statement rightly struck the Young Master. He just nodded slowly with a line of sinister smile painted on the manicured face, looking at the rich widow.

"Dila darling. I will take care of you from him. Don't worry."

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