Love You, Mr Shin!!
56. Chew Jetty's

Several times his large strapping body almost hit people who passed him or also who walked in the direction of him. The eyes were too busy sweeping each face that was sewn in the Chinese village, to ascertain where the Indonesian girl was. Although not sure if the person being sought visited was also there, Shin remained confident of walking and searching.

Just with instincts that are usually right and miss a little, Shin walked towards the floating market of fishermen leaving the neighborhood tourist house in Chew Jetty. After passing through a little field, the floating market was already beginning to look partially. Chew Jetty village is right on the coast and outskirts.

Shin stood on the iron guardrail between land and water at the Chew Jetty floating market. Once again looking for the face of Indonesian girl among hundreds of people down there.

What his heart says is proven. Among the people on the floating market boat, it is easy to find the figure of the Indonesian girl tucked there. Staggered and bounced back to the small boat. The girl lost scrambling from the clothesline of the person who came out after shopping. Unconsciously Shin laughed himself watching Dhiarra.

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Because suddenly thinking about his familiarity with Shin Adnan in the sign kutib, his head was tired but his eyes could not be closed. Dhiarra hurriedly exited the room and left the house without telling anyone.

Explore the unique and beautiful Chew Jetty tourist housing. Enter the souvenir markets and souvenirs. Dhiarra has been shopping all over there. The shopping was so full of snagging in his left right hand that the hassles were running.

The desire to return home urung instantaneously. After accidentally finding a daycare that is open for twenty-four hours. Immediately register all the groceries there. And continue the excited road to the floating market that had attracted attention.

Walking on the floating market that sometimes moves and turns because the water waves come pounding the canoe, what an incredible sensation that is very stressful. Dhiarra felt preoccupation and forgot the situation. Just go round and round without any purpose to buy anything.

For shame at the sight of the claustrophobic sellers looked in wonder at him. Dhiarra bought something at the direction of one of the sellers who managed to lure Dhiarra to a long stop on his boat.

After being very satisfied touring the floating market on a boat, Dhiarra intends to go up to the mainland with a little shopping. The connecting ladder from the water to the land was only small. Already trying to queue up to go up, but those who will also leave the market do not want to be in order. Prefer to scramble, jostle and elbow each other.

After getting tired of getting elbow many times, the Indonesian girl felt quite and bored. Feeling nostalgic for being desperate, Dhiarra who mastered the basic techniques of taekwondo, immediately applied it there.

With great ease, the girl managed to nimbly climb onto land. Leaving quickly other market visitors who are still scrambling. Now he had breathed a sigh of relief by standing back on the ground. Prepare to continue the exploration.

"Dhiarra, you,,!" the voice that had been memorized called out his name.

The man who owned the voice was Shin Adnan. Stand on the edge and walk towards him. Stop right in front of Dhiarra with a probing look.

"Encik Shin, what are you doing?" dharra's eyes watched, the man carrying nothing.

"Just take a walk and happen to see you" the man replied slowly.

Shin followed the Indonesian girl who started walking away from the floating market. The long hair looked shiny in the afternoon sun. Leaving a fragrant wind for Shin who was walking behind.

"Well you stand there, don't you come down?" Dhiarra slowed down, waiting for Shin to walk parallel together.

It was uncomfortable if the man walked in the back, refusing to be Shin Adnan's point of view. Because Dhiarra himself is like that. He would keep looking at Shin if he walked behind him.

"I'm not interested. I'd rather watch you, Dhiarra." Shin walked slowly offset Dhiarra's steps.

"What do you observe of me?" her pretty face turned to Shin.

"When you go up the stairs, you look weird (weird). You push (push) them very easily. Are you good at lightning?" Shin is now looking. Dhiarra was silent for a moment looking at Shin.

"It's not good either, Mr. Shin. Only taekwondo targets. I have to learn to take care of myself. Because I have no father. Mom was a widow, and sometimes worried about two girls at home. All sorts of crimes are always in my country, Shin said, "Thiarra's lips smilingly ended the answer.

Shin Adnan was speechless, staring at the shade of Dhiarra's face. The man conditioned for Dhiarra to follow. They continued to walk among the many tourists. Chew Jetty will be getting crowded in the afternoon.

Shin brought Dhiarra to a Chinese restaurant with Indonesian food. Seeing the girl's slightly wrinkled face, Shin explained that the owner was a pair of Chinese men and Indonesian women. The cuisine there is very safe and halal. And it is written halal everywhere on the walls of the restaurant. Dhiarra's heart was relieved by it.

The usual crowded dining house was a bit quiet. They sit facing. The beach at Chew Jetty looks straight and so clear from there. The afternoon breeze blew breezy across her face and toyed with Dhiarra's hair, making her look very pretty.

"What did you buy at the floating market earlier,,?" Shin broke the silence. Because the more silent each other will make himself more uncomfortable.

"Emmh,, the ingredients to make fatty rice," jawan Dhiarra as he turned his face to the beach.

"You want to learn how to make fat rice?" that handsome face was smiling.

"Rubber, Mr. Shin. While learning to make other dishes on my mother," the face looked down smiling.

"Do you want to do my advice out of fear that your future husband is secretly dissatisfied with you?" the face was silent looking at Dhiarra.

"For wanting to take advantage of being with my mother" said Dhiarra.

"Do you have time? Tomorrow morning we must return to Malacca. Poor Faiz and om Hafiz," Shin looked at Dhiarra intently.

Dhiarra was stunned, feeling it was very natural that Shin would mind staying even longer in Penang. But just now until and tomorrow morning must go home, it feels very less.

"Encik Shin, can I stay two more nights said Penang? You just go home first. I will return to Malacca by bus (bus/bis)," Dhiarra as if pleading.

Shin was silent, his face facing the beach. Observing something distant and unclear. Only his face now looked stiff. The smile that sometimes streaked across the face, had disappeared completely.

"alright. Whatever you. But don't come back by bus. Don't bother me, Dhiarra. I'll have my driver pick you up, "that eye dims Dhiarra's melaser.

"To send your driver back here? Isn't that really bothering you?" Dhiarra was astonished by Shin's words.

"Honestly, Dhiarra. If only, you met and were preyed upon by perogol at the ferry or at the terminal. Who was the first person you wanted to help? Me, your mother, your stepfather, or your future husband who is still in your country?" shin's question sounded piercingly sharp. Not caring about the face of Dhiarra that turned pale and red.

"You wish something bad happened to me? You're wrong, I can take good care of myself," no less scathing Dhiarra replied.

"What if they're clustered?" Shin further undermined and frightened Dhiarra.

"I'll run," desperately answered Dhiarra.

"Are you going to keep running? Answer, Dhiarra. Who do you expect to come and help you?" Shin still continued to urge Dhiarra to answer. Though aware that maybe he is childish.

The girl fell silent, her merry lips clenched back very tightly.

"Do you really want to know?" slowly the blushing face looked bright again.

"I just want to know your head," Shin seemed to be waiting for the girl's answer again. No matter how Dhiarra judged his absurdity.

"Polis (police), Mr. Shin." Dhiarra faintly smiled.

"In addition, choose what I called you,!" Shin looked impatient. Look hard at Dhiarra again.

The girl understood the view of the uncle.

"Emmmmm.. My mommy, her belly is big. How could I expect it.. Hazrul's father, I don't want to bother him. Adrian, I really want him to come, but it's impossible.. So who else would you not be the one I hope to be, Mr. Shin," Dhiarra smiled back at Shin Adnan. There's a slippage happy to talk about something like this with the uncle. It was nice to find Shin's handsome face that looked stiff and tense.

And it was just like that, Shin's face was different from Dhiarra's, the man was pias, dissatisfied with Dhiarra's long, convoluted answer..