Love You, Mr Shin!!
23. Mutual Sorry

The usual young servant had already passed from the door. Just told the occupants of the room to come out for dinner immediately.

The newcomer girl was no longer slow to return home. We arrived at the big house before the Maghrib prayer. Because when at the house of the carib, once the business is finished with the meatballs and the spiciness disappears, Dhiarra immediately slid home.

The girl looked fresh with her own design of a sunkist color dress. Long sebetis with shoulder-length arm. Her hair was no longer curled but fell beautifully down. Not intentionally, but no longer able to tidy up. I don't want to be late at the dinner table.

A respected person turns out to be nonexistent. The chair is empty. But the other seats that had been filled made the girl somewhat reluctant and astonished. Aunt Zubaidah and sweet Sahila sat down again in her chair. They went back to eating together at the table, maybe the banishment at the back house was over. How many days..Dhiarra tried to remember..

More surprisingly, the former Hazrul family was no longer overtly cynical looking like this. But instead smiled when accidentally staring at each other with Dhiarra. Although the smile was faint, stiff and seemed a little forced, it was truly shocking.

The sense of hers was dissolved when the fragrant fragrance blew from the side along with the sturdy figure of the fragrance carrier passing through, then sitting relaxed in a chair. Mr. Shin came and sat quietly in front of him. The beloved phone in hand has been put willingly to the table.

The light-skinned man was all brownish looking fresh authoritative. Her hair was always wet at dinner. Mr. Shin looked younger and handsome at the time.

"Are you guys waiting? You eat immediately.," as he said, Shin immediately took the rice to the plate. Equip with a variety of vegetables and side dishes. Pick up the cutlery, and start eating silently.

Shin continued to focus on the food while occasionally touching the phone screen. And find something interesting there. Not even looking at the people around. Dhiarra who repeatedly looked while eating was never also responded. It seemed like the news he read on the phone was so important, and the food on the plate was too deliciously ignored.

Dhiarra glanced once more at a glance. The food on Mr Shin's plate was clean without a trace, and was now sipping his warm tea in a glass. Perhaps in a moment, the man would leave the chair and dining table without giving any proper greeting.

"Hhhhhhhhhhh!!" quite surprisingly, Shin did not leave as he had expected. But it is beating hard, a sign of wanting a little attention.

Now all the faces looked at him. Hisham, Sahila, Nimra and aunt of Zubaidah. Fara did not come home, the girl went to Kuala Lumpur to visit her parents. While Nimra's husband, Rafiq, there is still business with work in the field.

Shin started to make a sound.. His eyes were sharp looking at the girl in front of him.

"Zubaidah and Sahila..You have come to me admitting your mistakes. And now show your great souls to Dhiarra. Apologize to him, "though not pressurized, but Shin's voice was very firm.

Dhiarra accidentally looked at Sahila and Zubaidah. They looked at each other Dhiarra.

"I'm sorry for my mouth, Dhiarra." this time Sahila started confessing. The rest kept silent, no more sound.

"Same uncle, make a lot of mouthwashes on you. I'm sorry, Dhiarra," aunt Zubaidah said as she looked straight at Dhiarra. There was no expression on his face.

Dhiarra was silent, feeling very astonished. There was also a day he felt. It would be a surprise if they said sorry and admitted the mistake. Doubt on their sincerity is a later affair.

"Yes Sahila.. I am also sorry, I have talked a lot about you guys. May we no longer be hostile..," Dhiarra replied gently to that apology. Wishing sincerely from Sahila and aunt of Zubaidah.

Sahila and Aunt Zubaidah nodded slightly stiffly and then lowered their heads. The food on the plate was not finished. They continued eating in mute.

"Hisham..," came a sudden voice from Nimra on the name of the youngest. All eyes are on the owner of the name.

"What am I doing..?!" there is a sense of inadmissibility his name was quoted by the brother.

"I'm sorry laah.. That morning you made some noise, too, right..? Say sorry... And do not re-create again, Sham..," very gently and firmly Nimra said to the youngest.

"Yelaea....Sorry, Dhiarra... I accidentally made a noise that morning. Because you are very... Can't stand me messing with you.." Hisham's voice was very relaxed. The big-bodied man was fixedly staring at the girl who was also pensively looking at him.

Dhiarra did not reply, only nodding lightly with a faint smile at Hisham. Dhiarra also hopes that the youngest step did not repeat his mess. But the beautiful girl was not sure.

"Ehm..," the host cleared his throat. Attention was on Shin again.

"Will he, uncle...?" lazily Hisham changed to ask. His eyes looked at Dhiarra.

"Have you thought about it, Dhiarra...?" this time Shin's laser eyes were pointed at Dhiarra.

Dhiarra shook his head quickly without realizing "Yet, Mr. Shin..," said Dhiarra. But Shin heard very clearly. The man grabbed a drinking glass, gulped it down empty and put it back on. Then look at the two in turn.

"If you're interested, just talk to me.." There was a disappointed tone to Shin's words. The man hurried to stand up and left. Walk quickly leaving the dining room with wide steps.

Dhiarra also immediately stood up and left, reluctant to get stuck in the table which was still overwhelmed with awkwardness. Throwing a slight smile before completely retreating. No longer able to listen to the response of his smile from the faces that were still sitting quietly in the chair.

The newcomer girl walked leisurely towards the door of the room on the terrace. While feeling astonished at the change in attitude of the half-brothers to him. For the tired suspect, it is considered that they have received guidance. And may the kindness that greets them continue unceasingly.

A few more steps will reach the door in the room. The girl was surprised, and saw someone sitting on the porch bench. Apparently that man was Shin's. Then it stood up as soon as Dhiarra had arrived in front of his room.

"Encik Shin..? Why are you here? Is there a need with me?" the question Dhiarra answered Shin with a faint one-time nod.

"Is there anything important, Mr Shin?" the bright rays from the room lights that pierced through the window glass, highlighted right on the handsome face. Shin nodded faintly once again.

"I just want to have a little message with you, Dhiarra..?" the sound of the stereo still echoed on the terrace.

Dhiarra slightly knitted her beautiful brows. The star's eyes looked in wonder at Shin.

" You heard well, Dhiarra," Shin began to explain. Dhiarra wait...

"The actions of Zubaidah and his children I admit are outrageous to you. But please understand a little, Dhiarra... They may be too disappointed, surprised or even very sick. Hazrul, my brother.., suddenly divorced Zubaidah and it happened in just a matter of days. They've been married for decades. Even though their household is not doing well, it must still be sick to Zubaidah and his children." Shin paused his words for a moment.

"Especially after knowing what causes Hazrul desperate to divorce Zubaidah. Marry mom... Betraying Zubaidah. So, I hope your understanding if they're being less warm with you. Even though they apologized to you just now.."

Shin's words stopped. Those eyes suddenly stared glitteringly at Dhiarra. A cold and sharp ray was highlighted noticeably from the pitch blue eyes. Dhiarra felt very misplaced, his heart slightly pounding uneasily. There was a faint fear and misgivings to his mother's step-sister-in-law. Dhiarra took a strong breath in his chest..

"Did Mr Shin hate my mother? Hating me..?" the girl dared to ask. He wants to know his position.

"For what..? it wasn't your fault. You don't understand the problems in Hazrul's family. Even you are victims of Hazrul's mischief. Your mother and you have spent a lot of money because of Hazrul."

"I just want you to understand the feelings of Zubaidah and his children. They're just mad at you."

Shin fell silent and looked at Dhiarra.

"Well, Mr. Shin, I understand. Even in material terms I feel pain. Hazrul's father did everything and gave everything to his widow and children. I am the one who bears her fault... It was also my mother who bore him....." Dharra spoke while complaining.

"I admit it, Dhiarra. That's why I gave you the chance to work for me.."

Shin said firmly and very convincingly.

"Dhiarra, think once again about my offer.." Shin was about to walk, but stopped again and turned his head.

"Rest.." The strapping man actually went by this time.

Dhiarra continued to stare at the man until it vanished into the door of his room. And before long the girl was also lost darting behind the door of her room..