Love You, Mr Shin!!
1. Mr. Shin Adnan

Dhiarra has arrived in the destination country that is not too far from the beloved country. Now he has been taken into the garage in a large and magnificent house. The girl was dragging a large jumbo suitcase leaving the car and the driver behind.

The driver was like he was talking. Just tell Dhiarra to go inside the big house immediately. Dhiarra complied, despite his doubts and questioning heart, still stepped foot forward towards the footpath in the courtyard.

At the intersection of the courtyard road, Dhiarra crosses paths with a charming super handsome man who comes from the opposite garage direction. Thinking that the amazing man with a long age knew something, Dhiarra stopped and waited.

"Sorry encik, I am from Indonesia. Want to meet my om, Shafiq. Do you know him?" Dhiarra tried to ask questions as decently as possible when the man was already right in front. Mr. Calls, he mentions to foreign men as is the case in the country. Dhiarra is now in Melaka, one of the regions in Malaysia.

Ungainly, the man observed, staring from the tip of the hair to the end of the beautiful shoes worn by Dhiarra. Both of his eyebrows raised slightly looked at Dhiarra's bright face.

"Include yourself..," the man said sternly without any expression on his face.

"My name is Dhiarra. I am twenty-four years old. From Yogyakarta, Indonesia. I asked my stepfather, Hazrul, to come here to see my om, Shafiq." The girl explained who she was smoothly and firmly, at the request of the handsome man.

"Is that short your name?" it seemed like the man was very meticulous, Dhiarra started to feel a little uncomfortable.

"Dhiarra Azzahra Lara, sir... ."

Dhiarra mentions the full name given to the deceased father on the day of his birth.

"good. So your nickname is Dhiarra?" the man again raised his thick black eyebrows slightly upwards. Ask with sounds and tones that sound warmer in the ear.

" Yess, sir..." Dhiarra answered excitedly in hopes that the stranger would soon enlighten him. Right now, the hope of meeting and talking to his step-mom, Shafiq, is a way to get quick recognition of his arrival in the country.

"Meet me Shin, Shin Adnan," the man observed how Dhiarra was expression. As the girl only nodded faintly without any response, the handsome man continued his conversation.

"Alright, Dhiarra. I'll take you to meet the person you want to meet. Come behind me!" the man then walked past Dhiarra towards the mansion.

Dhiarra hurriedly followed and did not want to waste the time. The house is higher than the ground around it, accompanied by neat stairs along the terrace. Dhiarra no longer dragged, but lifted his heavy jumbo suitcase with a slightly grimacing face. The girl may have objected to the suitcase she picked up.

Mr. Shin suddenly stopped while waving a hand at a man who might be a servant in the mansion, to come closer. Mr. Shin spoke softly at the servant while pointing at Dhiarra a few times with his index finger, after the servant stood completely in front of him. The man's servant nodded, walked quickly over to Dhiarra and took over his large, heavy suitcase.

"Excuse me, miss... Come follow me!" that's about, the meaning of the greeting of the servant who spoke in Malaysian Malay to Dhiarra.

Dharra just silently followed. Walking behind the servant who still looked very young and strong. The waiter pointed to a unique beautiful carved sink in the corner of the terrace, so that Dhiarra washed his hands and face there.

Dhiarra was taken to a fairly spacious dining room. There were some people sitting there eating. It's the middle of the day, the perfect time to have lunch together on a sunny Sunday.

"Please sit down and take your lunch, Ms. Dhiarra, "the servant said as he pulled out a chair and asked Dhiarra to sit down. Dhiarra sat down and saw the servant leaving him. Carry a jumbo suitcase to the top by climbing the stairs.

Dharra did not make any moves. None of the people at the table generously welcomed him. Even the smile that was given to everyone who looked at him was answered only with a very cynical sour face and a look of disdain. Dhiarra had no interest in taking any food with such a sickening atmosphere.

The spirit in Dhiarra's chest flared up again. When he saw Mr. Shin Adnan, a foreign man who had known him and agreed to meet Dhiarra with om Shafiq, also came to the dining table.

The bright view of Dhiarra sparkled and brought a sense of demand, responded by Mr. Shin Adnan with a friendly smile and warm enough for him. Dhiara continued to look at Mr. Shin Adnan who turned out to be sitting right in front of him. The handsome man with deep black eyes with a bluish tinge of irishness momentarily stared at Dhiarra.

"Eat Dhiarra, while waiting for your Shafiq om to greet you!" mr. Shin Adnan immediately flipped the plate on the table and filled it with a menu of wills of his taste. The man in front of Dhiarra looked ordinary and ignored the people in the next chair.

Seeing Shin Adnan's calmness while eating, Dhiarra rushed to accompany him. The views of the people at the dining table still continued to be sour and cynical to him. But Dhiarra ignored and did not want to care. Focus on the food on the plate.

Dhiarra ate very quickly, the plate returned empty along with Mr. Shin Adnan who also finished eating in just an instant. The two also almost simultaneously took a glass and gulped, spending half the water in it.

"Hmmm..!!" mr. Shin Adnan suddenly cleared his throat so loudly, Dhiarra was quite surprised by it.

"Everyone here, I hope to hear these words well. Therefore, all please pay attention!" this time, Shin Adnan spoke with a sharp and authoritative voice.

The cynical and haughty people at the dinner table were seen reacting immediately. Stop the conversation or even stop for a moment of unfinished eating. So did Dhiarra, stacking two hands on his lap and sitting upright looking at Mr. Shin Adnan.

"Today I have a guest from Indonesia coming into this house. And from now on, he will join you to stay here together. You, please be kind to my guest, for I have agreed to accept it and take temporary responsibility. He was the son brought in by my stepbrother's new wife, Hazrul. And she is Dhiarra, this girl sitting in front of me!" hearing the words of Mr. Shin Adnan, Dhiarra increasingly felt restless in the heart.

Who is the foreign man sitting right in front of him? And where is his step-mom, Shafiq, why not meet him? Or is Shin Adnan the Shafiq he is waiting for?

"Thank you for your welcome, sir... But where is my om? Who you?" Dhiarra was already impatiently waiting for the enlightenment from Shin Adnan. He ignored the cynical and trivial views of the strangers at the dinner table to him.

"Include my long name, Dhiara. My name is Shafiq Shin Adnan. So, I am the Shafiq you want to meet. How, you clear?"

Mr. Shin Adnan looked at Dhiarra expressionlessly or smiled. The 33-year-old man seemed to be holding back the aggravation stored on Dhiara. The annoyance that has been deliberately detained since the arrival of the girl to the zone of his mansion.