SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 98. THIS IS DAD

It's been a week in Sydney, Australia. The mission this time is to become an intermediate trainer to advance auditory verbal training, so that when he returned to the homeland can provide stimulation even the spirit, raising hope for people with disabilities like him.

Weekend also arrived, the time for Dila to take Shan around the city without being accompanied by the assistant, Kesih.

"Shan, you're ready to go now baby?" asked Dila to the thick-bodied son who had changed clothes, while smirking his cheeks fat.

The baby just laughed, as if he knew that he would spend time alone with his mother.

"I know you so excited, come on, lets go to the beach, we're have some fun today" Dila said lifting her baby from the bed, then start carrying the turtle style in front of his body.

"Miss, really don't want company? Balmoral beach to the north, a good distance from here. Don't you bother? why not go to Bondi?" tawang Kesih worried.

The assistant continued to persuade Dilara to be accompanied. It is different with Katrin. The girl instead supported her young Miss enjoying her own time.

"Sad, let Miss for a moment. He needs space to breathe. Since arriving here every day Miss solid," he said when he saw Dila out of the room.

"Well, Katrin understood," continued Dila so that the woman's aspri no longer worried.

"Alright, be careful." Kesih resigned to follow the wishes of his young employer, whereas Asyraf Hamid advised not to let go of his eyes on Dila.

"I prepare provisions for you, also Mpasi for Shan, my little prince ... hai Shan, so happy today? onty did not come, but Shan brought a lot of kueh, nih nih," said Katrin, the cook special both. Showing the supply box to Shan.

Baby boy in a sling Dila, enthusiastic to see a variety of colorful containers containing food for him. Her hands flailed the fist Katrin showed right in front of that cute face.

"You're so adorable, my baby bolo bolo," Katrin bit into Shan's plump palms.

"Thanks to you. Bondi's too crowded, I want to be more private. The promise will come home early, always be patient and also careful. Directly to the road yes, the taxi is waiting," reply Dila quickly to his two assistants.

They have become accustomed to the style of the Miss's speech, sometimes sounding resolute not infrequently vague. But the two understood because the pronunciation of Dilara was getting closer to perfect.

After waving at the taxi carrying the young mother. Kesih continues her work while Katrin, contacting someone.

"I'm following the melow." said the special chef, after giving a five-minute report to the figure at the end of the page.

Along the way, for some reason his heart was back moody. Seeing Shan getting bigger, will he be able to explain where his father is? can explain the condition of this household.

"Ah, Shan, daddy should be with us now" whispered Dilara in the ear of her son who was busy sucking his thumb.

Twenty minutes later. Balmoral.

Princess Ruhama got off slowly from the taxi. Tracing the beach pier with waves, this location is a little private, suitable for family holidays.

Dila then approached a typical iconic beach building, rented a mat and asked the officer to install the tent to the right side, so as not to be too crowded.

"We're up, down Shan. Mother let you play sand."

The only son of the puppet looks enthusiastic when his parents put themselves on a floor mat accompanied by various toys nearby.

Shan tried to lie on his stomach, picking up toys scattered around his body. Because she was fat, she had trouble moving forward to grab a single baby feed toy.

Emery's son-in-law, laughs occasionally at the funny behavior of the son. Shan seemed to know that his behavior could provide happiness for Mother, she repeated the same movement several times.

Both of them were playing so hard they didn't realize someone was slowly approaching them.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear."

Deghs.

Dila was shocked to hear a familiar voice to him. Which he misses so much. The face of ayu slowly looked up, looking at the towering tall figure on the left.

"Wa-wa'alaikumussaalaam."

"May I sit down, Dila?" the question was soft, still not taking off the sunglasses perched on the face.

Dila can't say anything. He grabbed Shan who was about to touch the sand. Then shift the seat to the end of the mat.

"Thank God you're healthy, I'm calm and relieved to see it." Ezra took off his glasses and shoes, slowly sitting on the same mat.

Dilara pretended to heed the presence of the man who stared fixedly at her. He was persistently trying to hold back so that tears do not fall immediately. Shan's mother's heart began to be sliced, when a glance earlier, the handsome husband looks skinny unkempt like before.

"Dila ... I have a lot to talk about, honey." Ezra opened the conversation.

"I don't blame you, it's all my fault. Thank you for realising early that I am not a good husband. Very less applying a sense of responsibility in treating the wife also establish a harmonious relationship."

Silent.

Silent.

Ezra began to get nervous seeing Dilara just silently looking down while hugging Shan tightly, as if afraid he took it.

"Honey .. I managed to break the lawsuit you filed. Our status is still fine, right? you're going back to me?"

Dilara was still silent, her heart ached. Shan who thrashed he released.

Perhaps an instinct, which brought Shan moving forward drew closer to the figure of the man not far from him.

"H-hai Nak, we'll see you later" his voice rattled, stuck in the throat.

Ezra did not dare touch the stocky baby, fearing that Dila would forcibly reach to injure the son. But a few seconds saw the wife was just silent, also Shan who was getting attached to his body. Ezra ventured to raise the son she missed.

The burly hand was stretched out, moving, slightly shaking when it touched Shareef Shan's back. Ezra rubbed it slowly.

"S-shan .. i-this is Dad."

"It's A-yah." Ezra. He could no longer endure his happiness.

"Mammhhhhh," Shan's voice sounded.

The strapping man hugged the body he had just grabbed, clenching tightly. Smells all parts of his face.

"A-well, Shan ... Dad happily met Shan," the heavy masculine voice faded. Replacing with a smooth stuffing accompanied by a discordant flow when he said.

Hixes. Dila just silently lowered her head, her tears had already shed touching the mat.

As if to understand that the one who is holding is the Father. Shan was very calm in Ezra's arms.

"Miss you Shan, so much."

Still unsatisfied, maybe this feels like a dream for Ezra. He continued to kiss all parts of the son's body just his wayang, sniffing the smell of the baby he missed until Shan's laughter sounded.

"Again, you like my son?" said Ezra when biting the round cheek, Shan's reaction was laughing.

"A long time ago, I was finally able to hold you, Shareef Shan Qavi .. You didn't lose my name, did you, honey?"

Dila wiped her face wet with tears, looking at the interaction of the two men that filled her heart.

The increasingly ayu woman stared fixedly at the two eagle eye beads.

"Dila, please...."

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