Love You, Mr Shin!!
14. Hunting Button Shirt

Not also get a blue taxi with a logo, a dark taxi also be. Dhiarra is sliding towards the Crown Parade in a public car without a taxi logo. Want to buy a variety of models and colors of the latest special shirt buttons this year.

From the search results on surfing net, a garment shop in the crown parade is the best choice that is complete and varied and right visited in the Melaka City area. Based on the search recommendations that Dhiarra is heading there confidently at this time.

After a week, Dhiara was trading at a new drugstore. While waiting for the arrival of buyers to stop by and buy medicine, is the best free time to manifest the work that Dhiarra has made in his design book.

And within a week, Dhiarra has succeeded in creating a dozen women's clothes that are diverse, attractive, latest, and classy. With strong predictions, that the model will be able to penetrate and compete in the millennial fashion market. Only one has to be fought for and it hasn't been done. Which is offered to strong parties who are willing to market the formalization of the design. This is a big PR for Dhiarra right now.

"Sir sister send kat mane ni, ms ..?" The dark taxi drive exclaimed from its wheel.

"Please send me to Mahkota Parade..!" Dhiarra replied with a slight cry to the driver.

"Sister sister, the newcomer girl from Indonesia to?" Dharra hesitated to answer.

This question should not be necessary. Moreover, taxi drivers only mention Indonesia with the word Indon alone, Dhiarra feel uncomfortable. Remembering the similar name of Hisham and seemed to demean himself that morning.

Mr. driver did not continue the question. As aware of the mistake of the speech just now on the passenger of his dark taxi in the back. The driver spoke again after the Crown Parade building began to be seen in front.

"Don't save this uncle's number no, miss ? If necessary, you can call uncle...!" This is a good offer for Dhiarra.

"All right..! Come on, let me keep your phone number, uncle....!" Dhiarra had appropriately stored the dark taxi drive number inside his cell phone.

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Rushing towards the garment store on the second floor, according to the direction of the position in the surf, Dhiarra did not want more depth this time. There is no other garment shop on the second floor other than one big store that says Shin's Garment Store.

Dhiarra was astonished by the use of the name Shin as the name of the store. Of course also remember his handsome step-uncle who has the exact same name. Could it..? Could be.. Because, that day during heavy rain and trapped in the crown of the parade, he also met Shin here. And Dhiarra also realized that she with her step-mom was too separate. Not wanting to know each other, nor taking care of each other.

A female prmuniaga parading malay at Shin's Garment Store approached Dhiarra and asked gently cautiously, typical Malay dialect.

"Well to buy what, sister?" The hooded woman gave a greeting smile and half blocked Dhiarra's steps.

"Can you show me the latest shirt buttons, sis..?" The beautiful Indonesian girl has learned to use the local language, Malay language Malaysia. Although aware it is still mixed.

"Sila's sister is with saye..!" The two women of different ages rushed in unison. And it is the women who lead in front.

A separate room and spacious enough welcomed Dhiarra to enter. The special room arranged merchandise in the form of yarn of various colors and sizes, needles of various models and sizes, as well as the main items that Dhiarra needed, buttons clothes.

Seems to be in the sea of buttons clothes only for Dhiarra. More precisely a gallery of buttons....All models and colors of buttons, all there and samples displayed there. The beautiful young designer stared brightly happily. This is the kind of place to look for. Everything that is needed for his work, here it all exists!

The temptation to add any other tempting button model, without hesitation is brushed aside. Because, not necessarily used.And may only feel beautiful when new. Then it becomes garbage that must be removed and then thrown away.

Finished with the business of buttoning clothes, the beautiful girl instead of going out to go down and go home. But go around washing your eyes. Greet the expanse and roll of various colors of cloth, on the second floor of the garment store. Dhiarra was completely drowned from feeling the preoccupation there.

The clock in the Crown Parade rang out loud for the last one tonight. This means that all visitors must immediately leave the mall building.

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An hour ago... Two grown men appeared to be preparing to end their work today.

"Faiz, is your job over?" Shin had prepared to go home. Sitting leaning on the oversized chair while watching the assistant pack.

"Well, catch up again, sir.." The man locked the drawer on his desk.

"Did Sazlina call?" Shin mentioned the name of a woman who was quite important to his business.

"Sazlin was just said to fly to the city. Sir Shin didn't get a message, did he?" Faiz had turned off all the lights in the room. And also brushed the dark atmosphere in the office of director Shin.

"Maybe there is. But I'm lazy to look, Iz.." They had positioned themselves in the elevator.

"It's good to see Sazlina in person, Iz.." Shin raised his black dense eyebrows looking at Faiz.

"Maybe sir, but I'll make sure Sazlin won't give me the design...." Faiz looked at the master meaningfully. The master was silent, that tired face did not steal even a hint of charisma.

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The taxi obtained this time is not a dark taxi, but an official taxi and logo. It was a long wait, but finally came the expected one. Dhiarra resisted his desire to call the number of the uncle of the owner of the dark taxi. Now it has been saved again a new number, owned by a taxi driver with a logo.This time the taxi owner is an Indian citizen but has IC Malaysia.

As usual, his footsteps would be accelerated once he entered the street area in the courtyard. The feeling of laziness to meet all his stepfamily will feel and be present. While walking towards the mansion that belonged to the step-uncle, Uncle Shin..Dhiarra's heart often felt uneasy all of a sudden.

Tired footsteps accelerated, someone in the dim appeared to walk from the garage that was far beside the yard. The guy walks in the direction of him. Maybe he's Hisham... Hazrul's youngest son was too big. If not already, Dhiarra wants not to just know him.

Slightly pounding due to the race step, with the huffiness of the room door. Feeling relieved, it seemed like the person had disappeared. The key child in the door hole had started to turn it..

"Dhiarra..!" Dhiarra's heart seemed to be jerked out of the chest.

Someone who is thought to have been successfully avoided and away. Maybe the one who was calling behind that was his form. And without turning his head, Dhiarra understood who it was...