Love You, Mr Shin!!
67. Not Skinny

Lunch was a little late to the Shin's Room. The special consumption officer of the board of directors at Shin's Garment explained to Dhiarra that there are constraints from the center in the delivery of food. Dhiarra was in the sofa room when the consumption officer came to deliver food.

After being ready to be slapped on the table along with tableware taken from the pantry, the designer who is said to also double as Shin's Garment secretary went to call Faiz and Shin Adnan.

"Yes, catch me out again, Dhiarra!" sahut Faiz from his chair.

Dhiarra closed the door of his room with Faiz. Shifted a step towards the boss's room next door. The boss with the latest status was secretly and began to dare to act spoiled towards him.

Feeling thumping considering Shin Adnan's strange behavior in the room. His hands still felt like he was touching on Shin Adnan's hairy chin and jaw. The girl bit her lips and took a breath to reduce her palpitations. Like not believing that meeting things just like that he had done, even though Shin himself was the one who forced. Dhiarra felt like she was being Shin Adnan's mistress.

Shin opened the door of the room after his knock was greeted by the owner from inside.

"Encik Shin,,!" a little exclaims to call the owner of the room. The boss stood up and spun quickly through his desk.

"Please have lunch. Consumer officials have sent your food, Mr. Shin," quickly told Shin. Feeling apprehensive with Shin's rapid movements running towards him. I don't want that guy doing anything weird again.

"Bra,,!" the call he wanted to avoid made him back pounding. The handle of the door within the grasp was released, turning to face Shin.

"This cup of tea is empty!" exclaim Shin.

Dhiarra was silent without saying, slightly calculating what Shin Adnan's words meant.

"I'll take it to the kitchen, Mr. Shin!" sahut Dhiarra approached Shin's desk. Shadow was anxious if Shin returned to acting strangely making Dhiarra's steps a bit slow and hesitant. But still near him the empty cup on the table.

But the cup still contained half, not as exhausted as Shin had said earlier. Do not want to argue and waste time, still take a cup of tea.

"Dhiarra, I want to talk for a while," Shin had been standing right behind facing her. Dhiarra felt right about what his heart had lost.

And feel anxious yourself, like wanting to avoid moments like this with Shin.

"Encik Shin, do you want to talk about work?" sambar Dhiarra hastily.

"Not a work problem. But personal matter." Shin's face looked serious. No more smile lines on his face.

"But I'm hungry. I want to eat soon, Mr. Shin." Dhiarra was not willing to discuss any personal matters with Shin.

"It's not long," Shin tried to hold back.

"I want to eat right now. I will get thinner. Because it is very difficult to make my body increase a few kilos, Mr. Shin," Dhiarra looked to plead with Shin.

Dhiarra's gaze relaxed Shin from standing up. Slowly slide away. Giving space for Dhiarra to slip past him. A little doubt the girl stepped up.

"Forget that Faiz opinion.. I am the one who understands you better. I already know, you're skinny or not. You got it, right? You're not skinny, Dhiarra !" Shin had whispered half exclaimed as Dhiarra passed by him. Then turned around and walked quickly away from Dhiarra.

Surprised to hear that. Shin certainly did not speak. While at the inn, the man had seen it in the truest sense. Although not in a round state. The cold heat of Dhiarra remembered it.

Hurrying stepped out leaving Shin Adnan's hot room. Want to join lunch together, although now only so half tasteful..

Shifted by the shame that turned into a spirit that came to multiply suddenly, just because Shin said that he was not thin...

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The sound of knocking on the door sounded smooth and polite. Dhiarra who happened to be preparing to go to the dining table immediately opened the door of his room.

The family laundry waiter, who was used to taking and delivering clothes, seemed to stall a little stack of clothes that folded very neatly in a special basket between. Dhiarra rushed into the bathroom and came out again carrying a few pieces of dirty clothes in the basket.

Back stalling on the young girl laundry officer who is Cambodian. The Cambodian girl was very stiff, silent and did not speak much. Duong, his name, appeared to be lacking in language. Either in Malay or English. Somehow Shin took the Cambodian worker.

Dhiarra grabbed the basket and wanted to arrange it in the closet. Stuck it feels, after the basket cover is open, what clothes appear there. It was Shin's shirt and shirt on his way home from Penang that time. Complete with underwear belonging to him and also Shin's. Dhiarra thought Shin had thrown away his wet clothes back then. Shin brought her home. Oh, my God, Shin Adnan...

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Fara had almost finished eating when the new Dhiarra came and Shin followed a seat later.

"You're leaving tonight, Fara?" asked Shin while filling his plate.

"Ni I'm leaving, bang Shin. While waiting for the driver," Fara had also spent drinking water. The Malaysian Dara was completely finished with her dinner.

"Greetings to parents, say tomorrow I come, too" Shin said to his sister. Fara had stood up from the chair.

"Yes, bang! Bring Brother Dhiarra too,!" Fara exclaimed and almost passed through the door in the dining room.

Shin only looked at Fara's back for a moment and scooped back the contents on his plate. The dining table containing two heads and the fact is that the newlyweds were silent for a moment.

"Dhiarra, don't forget to prepare what you have to carry. We'll be out Melaka for two nights," Shin looked at Dhiarra after filling another side dish of rice into his mouth.

"Yes, Mr. Shin," Dhiarra replied without raising his face.

"Is your monthly red guest gone?" asked Shin suddenly casually without any hesitation.

Although shocked half the heart, who was asked pretended to be mute and deaf. It was like counting the amount of rice he would scoop. Shin understood and no longer asked. The champ's meal is almost done with the affair in the plate.

"Encik Shin," Dhiarra called out the name of the person sitting upright in front of him.

"What's up, Dhiarra?" asked Shin while taking a drink.

"Thank you for bringing my clothes and managing them. Your clothes were also in my bed. After this meal is over, I'll get it and take it with you, Mr Shin,!" Dhiarra said that by continuing to eat his head down.

"I've considered it part of my dependents. You are my dependant, Dhiarra," Shin said firmly.

What Shin looked at again was only pretending to be mute and deaf. I dare not lift my head for a moment. Like trying to avoid that conversation. But just want to live it out until the deadline comes.

Shin followed Dhiarra walking on the terrace after the dining room. Walk each other still and shut up. Like there was something heavy hanging around their necks. Walking with a glance chased the floor in front of him.

"Encik Shin, wait a minute. I'll get your clothes!" dhiarra exclaimed as Shin nearly passed through his room without any sign of stopping.

Shin immediately stopped and turned to look at Dhiarra. Walk forward towards Dhiarra.

"I don't want to take him. Please just take it to the room, or keep it in your closet with your other clothes," Shin said as he looked closely at Dhiarra.

"Come to that room," Shin pointed his own room at Dhiarra with his chin movements and eye lyrics.

Dhiarra was silent looking at the man who was talking to him without saying anything or nodding. Until Shin turned around again and walked back to the room he had pointed at Dhiarra..