Love You, Mr Shin!!
50. Penang On the Way
Because it was offered by Azlan, then chosen the leading position with the driver. Azlan will be sitting in the back. Azlan's big train has been on standby in pitch-black mode. Only the yard lights are sometimes bright through the glass of the car.
The car rolled away from the grand house of Fazani's grandfather in a wave of the datin's hand. The lips of the woman who was late at night so without hooded and just coiled the origin, continued to smile until it was lost out of reach.
The girl's mouth clenched, her beautiful blushing lips had docked in line. His heart was happy and full of hope. But a hint of emptiness and emptiness tucked awkwardly in his chest. The scenery and the giant buildings reaching the sky that likes to be on the right left of the road are no longer interesting.
The trip was thought to be with Shin Adnan, but in his father the uncle did not deliver. And instead entrusted this trip to male cousins even though it was the choice of Dhiarra himself.
Even more disappointed when leaving, Shin did not see a moment to say hello. I don't know where that handsome guy is. Or sleeping without a care. Or suddenly change his mind and send Sazlina home now, right,,?
Unknowingly Dhiarra's lips pout. There was a passing desire not to go back to Shin. Living and working on the island of Penang with the mother can be fun. Asking Azlan to help get a job, surely the man is not bound.
But. , her career affairs were also in Shin's hands. What is the fate of his clothes..What about his belongings left behind in the guest room in the great house of the uncle?
What about the drugstore in Central that has been fast and successful? Is Yuaneta willing to take care of her?
And what if Adrian suddenly comes to meet to marry? Is there not far away the island of Penang? Will Adrian catch up? Mosquito fibers slammed into Dhiarra's head.
For a moment of silence, Dhiarra's head slowly muttered. Who was Shin to him, and vice versa, who was he in Shin's eyes. Dhiarra was already an adult, it was not Shin's necessity to keep guarding. Why is it too baper because Shin did not deliver. Why do you feel disappointed, it should not be necessary.
Isn't Shin already too good with her. And about the drugstore, did not Dhiarra and Shin have agreed to understand each other. Then, why did his heart turn so languishing like this..
How long this journey will take, and how many kilo meters away actually to Penang. Why did he never ask Shin for details. Too resigned and trust once all this time to Shin. So that something as important as this is ignored.
Dhiarra started to be busy surfing with his phone. Finding the exact position of the Penang island. Not too far away, less than five hours. It can be faster or longer. It depends on the driver's shrewdness and the passengers' own will. Because at these nights, the KL-Penang line will not have a story stuck.
Tired of dreaming and making peace with his own heart, as well as aching with eye movements that continue to follow the journey with a blank face, Dhiarra long sleepy.
Especially with silent and cold AC in the car. I don't know what Azlan's doing in the back. Maybe the man had been asleep for a long time. Dhiarra looked at the driver beside him who continued to be focused and serious. Slowly put his head on the back. His eyes and head had completely felt equally stale.
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Dhiarra was dreaming that someone's hand was shaking his shoulder very rough and hard. As the person said his name many times and loudly. In his dream that person was a man and it was very clear he was Shin.
"Dhiarra.. Dhiara..Dhiarra.." The sound of the loud call grew louder. Likewise with shocks on the shoulder that feel has been slow.
"Dhiarra.." It was this last call that finally pulled Dhiarra from the dream and made his eyes open.
Azlan was standing next to the car with his hands still outstretched through the window.
"Sleep very sleepy, oii.. I woke up a lot of times, but you didn't respond,,!" azlan brightly while laughing.
"What time, Azlan? Where are we up to?" the Indonesian girl asked.
"Surface again until, bye. But we eat first. There's a diner twenty-four hours down there,!" Azlan pointed at the restaurant that seemed to be indeed crowded.
Dhiarra rushed down and followed Azlan walking. When I see what time it is on my phone. Three o'clock in the morning. Maybe around four o'clock they will arrive in Penang.
"Sit, Dhiarra. I'll tell you, what do you want to eat?" Azlan put up a waiting mimic.
"Any fried rice, Azlan. Spicy origin," replied Dhiarra.
"Morning spicy meal,,?" Azlan was not sure.
"Rubber, Lan, let me not dizzy," Dhiarra's head did feel a bit dizzy.
"All right, I'll impress. You sit here sweet," Azlan pointed at the chair with his eyes.
Dharra nodded and sat down. Following Azlan's steps towards the order queue. But it turns out that Dhiarra can only sit for a while sweet. The feeling of the lower stomach back uncomfortable and want to go to the toilet.
No more talking to Azlan. The girl just went out and hunted the bathroom.
There was a toilet but a large board was stuck there. Restoration, that's what Dhiarra read on the board. The eyes of the stars returned to combing. Found inscribed arrowheads, a spare laundry room. Dhiarra quickly shot towards the arrow.
Dhiarra's passionate hope seemed to bud. The lines in the three bathrooms were both long. No longer had time to think, Dhiarra directly connect the closest and the last queue. With feelings of resignation and anxiety.
The feeling of increasingly anxious, the queue is still a lot of heads again. Dhiarra was really worried because he could not take it anymore. Just thought of getting out of the queue and looking for darkness in the bushes. The girl stood up clearly looking uneasy not calm.
The deg..!
Amidst his misgivings, Dhiarra was shocked when she felt her hand being pulled slowly and forcefully by a man. Unable to notice who the cause of the panic was, Dhiarra had been pushed into the bathroom.
"Take my turn well,!" the door was closed from the outside with a cry.
That voice.,, it sounded very memorized and familiar, but it felt impossible. It's definitely not Azlan!
Immediately locked the door and did not want to waste time.
With a curious pounding heart, it immediately resolved its super urgent affair quickly. Also do not want to linger, because the queue is very long. Dhiarra understood what people were feeling in the queue outside the door.
Within seconds of being ready with his affairs, Dhiarra had been outside with a great feeling of great relief. Walk slowly with running eyes, maybe people who are thought to be real. But again it feels impossible.
Then who owns the sound that sounds exactly the same as Shin Adnan's stereo sound? Full of berserk Dhiarra walked back towards the entrance of the restaurant.
His feet had passed through the back entrance and headed towards the table of the chair that had been left behind. Perhaps Azlan had long since finished the order and was now waiting for him to eat.
The..!!!!!!!!
Back surprised tense Dhiarra. It might even be half-hanging now. The man who was believed to be impossible to exist and had been far removed, had been sitting quietly and sweetly in a chair.
Shin was chatting casually with Azlan with occasional eyes melaser on Dhiarra who walked slowly looking dimly towards the chair on his desk..