Love You, Mr Shin!!
10. Zubaidah
The beautiful clothes attached to that perfect body, far different from her sleep dress last night. In a neat and polite yet fashionable dress, Dhiarra walked out after tightly locking the room door. Walk briskly in the morning blind to the footpath in the spacious and long courtyard, like a green and beautiful city park.
"Hehh ! The penniless! Early in the morning, blind menor. Go sightseeing, aren't you?" One of the humans that Dhiarra had avoided in Shin's mansion, Zubaidah, had blocked the road all of a sudden.
"Morning, auntie! I am not going for a walk! But I want to do a job!" Not accepting the words of Hazrul's ex-wife, Dhiarra straightened out the truth.
"Woman newcomer like you..?! Do what kind of work, ha.ha.ha..!" Zubaidah laughed out loud to hear the beautiful girl's reply saying she was going to do something. The sound of Zubaidah laughter was loud enough to fill the entire corner of the yard to enter the house. This is a blind morning. Zubaidah lost control unconsciously.
"As far as you are! I don't tell you anything you say! I need to go fast now!" Dhiarra was unconcerned with the cynical remarks from Zubaidah who was very busy with him. To him, meeting Yuaneta was far more important than responding to Zubaidah's pointless remarks.
"Hey..!! It's not polite of you, woman! The old man was saying, You just live like that?!" Dhiarra was surprised, Zubaidah cursed him while pulling a neat roll of his hair from behind. The girl's beautiful hair now unravels a very pretty fall on her back and covers her bright neckline. Dhiarra rarely has hair. Especially after arriving at this big house, not even though Dhiarra changed the high roll hairstyle.
"What did you do to me?! Put it back, give me my hairpick back!" Dhiarra really held back the anger. What kind of mother, Zubaidah is that?
"Want to take? Here you are. Get your rotten hairpick!" Zubaidah retreated backwards, swinging a hairpick in the hand.
Dhiarra wanted to not care, but the hair pin meant enough to him. The gift of Adrian as a gift to Dhiarra, which the lover bought from a working visit in Thailand.
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"I say it again, Miss Zubaidah! You give it to me, or should I take it rough from you?!" The bright skin of Dhiarra was flawless smooth, looking red as it held back its wrath. The Indonesian girl was getting more dazzling with unraveling hair and a flushed face. Zubaidah kept retreating not intending to give the skewer.
"Well.nah..Try to catch it, nah!" When Dhiarra was near and was about to grab a hairpick, Zubaidah quickly threw the skewer in any direction. And neither could have guessed where the hairpin was floating. There was no sign of a fall that impressed.
Dhiarra was so indomitable. Feeling tricked and played by Zubaidah. She had Zubaidah's hair neatly tied to the hair band. Then he pulled Zubaidah's hair.
"Fuckin' girl, itchy, wild, you don't have to be polite!" Zubaidah continued to shout while trying to escape the pull of Dhiarra's hand.
Until Zubaidah had the opportunity to grab a handful of fine hair Dhiarra. Then pulled strong.as for the hand of Dhiarra who was also aggressively pulling it.
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Shin was inexhaustible with the future of both now. While keeping a hairpick behind the shirt, the sturdy man went down slowly, walking over to the two with the aim of breaking up their ridiculous behavior.