Love You, Mr Shin!!
11. Relented

"Stop your fight!" Shin's loud reprimand, which sounded suddenly, was able to make the two women of different ages peck for a few seconds.

Realizing who was coming, Dhiarra quickly removed the handrails on the Zubaidah hair ties. Same thing with Zubaidah. A little hair that was being grasped tightly, was immediately released.

"You guys are so childish. Is it not ashamed of your behavior?" The handsome man's words sounded cold and piercing.

Dhiarra was silent and a bit of a face-wasting. He felt completely innocent. Zubaidah, who was self-conscious as his initiator, lowered his head helplessly. It was much different from the excitement of the newcomer girl just now.

"Dhiarra..!" Shin's loud call rang out, turning Dhiarra's head in great shock.

"You as a young and newly arrived at this house, can't you give up?" The statement as well as the question of his step-mom made Dhiarra's heart choppy.

"I don't have a problem with this old aunt, Uncle Shin. But suddenly he confronted me, cursed me and pulled out my hairpick!" Dhiarra said smoulderingly to Shin, his eyes glistening at the face of Zubaidah who kept his head down.

Dhiarra had called Shin a 'uncle' hoping that his step-mom was slightly on his side.

Shin looked at the stunning girl who had last night turned into a kitchen fairy with a calming look. The Malaysian man was well aware of the real thing that happened just now. Just wanted to know how brave the Indonesian girl was to speak.

And the 'uncle' call from the Indonesian girl just now, enough to make it gamang, did not expect to dare to call him that.

"I saw you pull this old aunt's hair, right?" Shin's dagger voice again cornered Dhiarra.

"Yes..But my aunt has toyed with my hairpick and threw it somewhere. I'm furious..I am working a lot! I pulled her hair no pain! My auntie pulled my hair really hurt!"

Dhiarra's fiery return explained the resentment of heart to Shin.

"Zubaidah, raise your face." Shin's voice only sounded resolutely at Zubaidah. Zubaidah raised his face with force.

"I remind you, Zubaidah. Don't do anything useless next time. Once again I see, stay in the back house!" Shin's bluff made Zubaidah wrinkle.

Shin looked at a large bag in Dhiarra's hand. Like there's a lot of clothes in that bag. What is so much clothing in that big bag for?

"Uncle Shin, I'll go see you guys.." Dhiarra hung up his words, feeling aware that something was wrong.

"Get a friend at Sentral." Shin continued Dhiarra's speech with the intention of insinuating. But Dhiarra just smiled with Shin's innuendo to her.

"Next time I'll show you a more suitable place to meet a friend, Dhiarra!" The dashing man bristled before turning around and passing away leaving the dumbstruck Dhiarra on the spot.

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The beautiful girl with sparkling hair was indeed heading towards Sentral. Receiving a call from someone waiting inside the central terminal building. Keep walking following the guide of the person who is on the call rope.

"Gege Chen, I've arrived." Dhiarra stood observing one such cafe that had been on the rant by Chen gege.

"Dhiarra, comein! I'm right here!" Spontaneous, turning body , courting the fitting point of the origin Chen called him.

Dhiarra entered the small cafe inside the Central terminal, and sat down on the chair that Chen had on the table.

"This is yours, I ordered. Eat first, Dhiarra. I'm gonna show you where your drugstore is."

Gege Chen pointed at two fried kwetiau dishes studded with steamed chicken slices and egg rolls. Looks delicious looks, very suitable with the stomach of Dhiarra is still empty this morning. The drink Chen ordered was a sweet warm lime juice, each glass.

"Thank you, gege Chen. It's good to know you." The Indonesian girl seemed impatient to start scooping the big noodles into her mouth.

Gege Chen nodded with a smile watching Dhiarra who was enjoying the spicy fried noodles on his plate. Chen also ate slowly with the exact same choice as Dhiarra's.