Love You, Mr Shin!!
55. Dhiarra Room

The mother had prepared a special room for Dhiarra and an empty room for Shin Adnan. The returning room is next to each other and side by side. And facing the main room.

There are three large rooms in Hazrul Rahman's house. Main room occupied with wife. The rooms were prepared for Dhiarra, as well as the empty rooms for anyone who would stay and were now filled by his adoptive younger brother, Shin.

Mama Ira, her mother Dhiarra has prepared her daughter's favorite dishes while together, spicy coconut milk fish and fried eggplant tomato sauce. Also made the favorite laksa fish of the husband who turned out to be the same as the favorite adopted sister, Shin Adnan.

As the defending champion in eating, Shin did not hesitate to take the Malaysian taste laksa as he pleased, as well as try Dhiarra's favorite Indonesian taste food. For him, all the cuisine made by his mother Dhiarra was very distinctive and delicious.

Lunch was over, but the four people had not yet left their chairs and tables. They are busy chatting.

"Are Ira's girls good at cooking like this?" Shin looked at Dhiarra's mother. Glanced at the glance at Dhiarra who was sipping water in the glass.

"Dhiarra is not a hobby in the kitchen. He is now an adult and soon to be married. Somehow her husband responded, "" her mother held back a smile glancing at Dhiarra who was also turning her head.

"That's not a problem, maa..Can be learned automatically after marriage. I'll be smart for a long time, too... Drian knows I can't cook. He said as long as he could make fried rice alone, it was already great,,!" Dhiarra threw away a glance. Didn't want to get a response from his mother or Shin.

"When alone in Indonesia, before coming looking for me. What the hell are you eating? Is it just fried rice?" Shin asked insinuatingly at Dhiarra. Ignoring the expressions of the three people on the table.

The beautiful face immediately turned to Shin and widened the eyeballs. Seemed to be holding back his laughter.

"It's modern, all online, Shin said. Same thing with Indonesia. Many very advertisements sell food with a variety of menus and prices. As long as there is money, it will not die of hunger, anywhere. That is, when I realized that my money was not much else, I was worried. And when Hazrul's father asked me to come to you, go to you at last," Dhiarra explained.

Hazrul fell silent, and his wife looked at Dhiarra, smiling, pitying and regretting.

"What do I want to know, besides fried rice, what else can you do?" Shin Adnan smiled.

Dhiarra looked at Shin Adnan.

"Fried instant noodles, noodle soup, whipped egg, egg blok, boiled egg, and stir-fry, Mr. Shin," the girl said honestly, that's just how clever she was.

Hazrul and Shin, holding back laughter, his mother smiled at his daughter.

"Your husband-to-be doesn't matter, Dhiarra. But it's only temporary. Gradually you also need to get along with his extended family. That's right what your mother said, you need to be ready from now on. Learn to cook," Shin answered very seriously. But also while standing, retreating from the dining table and leisurely walking towards his room. Maybe the Malaysian man will take a nap.

Hazrul furrowed his brows looking at his younger brother. Then he looked at his wife and then Dhiarra.

"Dhiarra, are you familiar? I think your Shafiq is quite attentive to you" Hazrul said quietly to Dhiarra in earnest.

Dhiarra was silent looking at Hazrul for a moment.

"Krab how Hazrul's father, I don't think we're familiar. Understand yourself, right, how the character,,?" Dharra was actually also doubtful. Then he stood up, threw a smile at his mother and gave a small nod to Hazrul. Get off the table and walk to his room.

Throwing bodies in a new bed, the purchase of his mother. Dhiarra felt slippage happy. Looking at the walls of the white-painted room is very bright. And attached three frames. The first Pigura contains a picture of her freshly graduated High School. Dhiarra's body was quite thin, a plain face, bright and joyful. Photo taken from the mother's phone when Dhiarra won a fashion design competition in Magelang. Dharra was happy.

The second and third photos are the same. Photos taken by the mother before parting ways, when Dhiarra received an invitation for the last seminar in Semarang. Dhiarra looks beautiful, sweet and pleasant. That's the visualisation of the beautiful girl now. Mature and troubling.

I thought back to Hazrul's question. Familiar, are he and Shin actually familiar enough? Or is it too close?

The shadow when Shin had caught her sex look several times even though it was unintentional. Also the incident when Shin claimed Dhiarra was a halal couple on the way to KL even though it was just pretend. Dhiarra smiled, her chest pounding remembering him.

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After the ashar Adhan, Shin came out of the room. This small but comfortable house looks quiet. Has circled the entire corner of the house, not a single chat with one of the residents of the house.

Only the room occupied by Dhiarra is slightly open. Shin approached, knocking quietly and there was no word. Repeat once, still no sign of the girl inside.

His instincts as a man made him curious. Open the door slowly, quietly. There was also no sign that the girl was in the bathroom. Shin brought himself a little inside again. Observing the state of a rather cluttered room in bed.

Switch combing the walls. Shin's eyes instantly melaser on the unique frames attached. And the appearance of the frame was the maker of Shin's smile while unconsciously his feet stepped closer. Observing the frame containing beautiful photos is unsettling.

The first pigura is a photo of Dhiarra that looks fresh and young. Thinking that the youth and youth of Dhiarra back then passed by was quite beautiful. Shin smiled wider.

(Photo of Dhiarra fresh out of high school displayed by his mother in the room. At Hazrul's father's house, in Georgetown, Penang)

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Then Shin shifted his eyes, lasering at the second and third frames. Shin did not smile. His face looked extremely tense, his eyes dimmed and his lips docked. His hand outstretched slowly touching the photo on the second frame on the lips of Dhiarra who faintly smiled. His hand touched silently without movement.

Shin looked at the photo. That was the current appearance of Dhiarra, beautiful and bright.

Second pigura

Third pigura

Shin realized, not wanting to lose his pride because he was caught stealing into Dhiarra's room. Either by Hazrul's partner or the owner of the room itself. His steps rushed towards the door and exited. Shin's hand had snatched the door to close.

Walking out of the house like you never did anything. Shin intended to find the occupants of the house, especially the owner of the room he had secretly just entered. The long walk is heading to the Chinese tourist village of Chew Jetty, Georgetown..

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Yesterday and after chapter.., as usual, clamp in the editor printing machine, 😄😄😄😘😘