Love You, Mr Shin!!
68. Shin's Kiss

How is this, in worrying about being held by a small pile of clothes belonging to the man in the next room. The real man is entitled to himself. And that is also the reason for refusing to deliver a pile of clothes to the owner.

I don't know what feeling made Dhiarra immediately put the shirt back in the basket. He was lifted up and walked towards the door quickly.

Rushed towards the stepped stairs and hurriedly climbed up. Dhiarra was like an inner war between continuing forward or turning again to his room. And there was no doubt about bringing a basket of clothes into that room.

Geck...Geck...Geck...Geck...Tok....!

Shin who had just replaced his trousers with casual shorts felt astonished by the knock on the door. Throw his pants on the sofa and walk up to the door of the room on the porch.

The ceklerk!

In disbelief who knocked on the door and was standing at the door was the girl he had just married. Still do not expect also if Dhiarra will come to take clothes to the room.

Shin just felt annoyed and just wanted to talk. Because the girl always avoids and stingy to respond. So this is the moment he is waiting for. Dhiarra came to his room!

"Encik Shin, here's your shirt. Take it, I'll bring back my basket." Dhiarra held out the basket to Shin.

But Shin was speechless not taking the basket that Dhiarra was shoving.

"Please put that shirt on my closet, Ra. Come inside!" Shin said clearly and firmly.

Open the door wider and pull her body away. He gestured for Dhiarra to quickly pass through the door and into the room.

"Sorry, arrange it yourself, Mr. Shin. It's just a little bit, right?" dharra's voice sounded a bit nervous. His face was clearly visible.

Shin felt anxious and excited to see that face.

"My request is not difficult Dhiarra. Did you forget, I'm ready for you?" the handsome uncle again threw the mainstay.

Shin's eyes dimmed at the girl with her beautiful eyes widening. Strongly resisting the urge to forcefully pull his delicate hand into the room. Keep patient, confident that Dhiarra understands enough of his true religious law.

Shin took a breath and held it in the chest. The girl in front was passing through the door and was now inside the room. Shin immediately grabbed the door leaf and closed quickly. The man exhaled the breath that had been held back while releasing his faint smile.

"Where's your closet, Mr Shin?" Dhiarra asked and tried to look calm.

"There," Shin pointed at a wide glass door.

The girl placed the basket on the sofa and brought a pile of clothes to the door. Sliding the glass door and sinking behind it. Shin stood leaning against the door, the dense machete brows were seen docked with fixed eyes looking at the loss of Dhiarra in the clothes room.

There are two cupboards facing each other there. As expected. The big closet is for the pile of men's work clothes. The brown suit and white shirt he had once worn, had been placed on Dhiarra inside.

Shift on the smaller cupboard, rotate the key and open it. Laying the casual clothes that Shin wore during the rain and a pair of wear just like that in the pile. Immediately close back and lock.

It did not feel like Dhiarra's chest was pounding inside that shirt room. The room smells fresh and smells special. Similar to Shin Adnan body fragrance.

Heck,,,Tok...Geck..

Geck..Geck...Geck..

Dhiarra's footsteps stopped, not getting out of the clothes room. There was a knock outside the door.

And Shin had opened it quickly.

"What's up, Fara?" Shin greeted with a question.

"Sorry, bang Shin, want some money. I don't have any cash. The driver asked for money to buy petrol (fuel)," Fara replied as she walked into the brother's room.

"How much are you son?" Shin opened the drawer on the bedside table.

" Whatever, Shin's brother's heart is happy,!" sahut Fara fast.

"Hey, bang Shin! What's the reason Dhiarra's sock basket is in my brother's room?!" Fara was astonished to look at Shin. Approached the basket on the sofa and lifted it. His eyes did not read wrong . There is always a name written on all laundry baskets. The Cambodian girl did not want any trouble.

"The laundry employee is wrong for you" said Shin casually. Hundreds of ringgit's money has been given to Fara.

"Duong?! Right kee the laundry girl was wrong for?! It's kind of impossible, baaang," Fara looked even more astonished

"Fara, I need a break. When are you going to leave KL?" Shin gave a lazy tone to his tan.

"Bang Shin is like me, let me go, nii," Fara said somewhat softly. Like he was disappointed in his brother's attitude.

"It's not like that, Fara. Brother does feel very tired," persuaded Shin to Fara.

"Yeah, jevil. Fara's leaving now, bang. Assalamualaikum!" Fara grabbed Shin's hand and clung onto his forehead at a glance.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful on the road!" suhut Shin on Fara who had walked to the door.

"Yee,,!" sahut Fara hurry and stay away.

Shin closed the door and locked it.

"Ra, Dhiarra,!" call Shin closer to the dress room.

Found Dhiarra sliding the door wider and out. The girl silenced without response. He walked over to the sofa and took his basket of clothes.

"Your face is already on my closet. Excuse me, Mr. Shin." Dhiarra said curiously and walked quickly towards the door.

His delicate hand failed to open the door leaf. Shin had locked and revoked the key.

"Sit for a moment, Dhiarra. I still want to have an important conversation with you," Shin also said tightly with a face that turned serious.

"We talk on the porch or in the television room only, Mr. Shin," Dhiarra objected. The two in Shin's room with the door locked just like back then, his heart was pounding erratically. Dhiarra was neither hopeful nor calm.

No more arguing. Dhiarra is aware of the situation and conditions. His feet immediately returned to the sofa and sat there.

"All right, Mr. Shin. Let's talk. Say whatever you want to tell me," Dhiarra said quickly and also a bit loudly. Hiding his chest gurgle. For some reason, because with Shin or the rest of his shock at Fara's sudden arrival to the room.

Shin sat next to Dhiarra non-committally and moved away. As if intentionally not to get close. Shin didn't want to make Dhiarra feel any more uneasy and uneasy.

"Look, Ra, Dhiarra... Hear that... Tomorrow we're going to Kuala Lumpur, to my parents' house. Besides because papa birthday, but he said he wanted to jump me with the daughter of a close friend. This I know he's not kidding. Those two guys were very close. Papa wishes very much for me to marry soon," Shin kept silent for a moment looking fixedly at Dhiarra. The laser's eyes had dimmed. Dharra also stared waiting.

"I feel old too, Dhiarra. Understand what papa wants me to do. Papa and mama want to quickly get a grandchild from me. Papa was often sick, he had a heart attack," Shin fell silent again and looked at Dhiarra's fresh face.

"Dhiarra, are you really not interested in me? Am I so far away and not worth your future husband? I'm not as handsome as Adrian?" Shin looked at me with changed eyes. Shin's voice had also softened. The man was trying to take Dhiarra's pity. Shin was trying to seduce.

Dhiarra was still speechless with her hands clutched tightly in her basket. Still waiting for Shin to return to speak.

"If you're interested, I'll talk to my parents tomorrow about our status. We're married, Ra. My parents would love and want us to remarry. Usually they'll make some kind of big party, Dhiarra." Shin fell silent. This time it really stopped. Look at the girl at the side and expect a response. Shin kept waiting.

"Encik Shin,," gently called Dhiarra to Shin.

"Yes, Ra,,?" Shin who now changed waited.

"Do you know each other? I mean, you're with your papa's close friend's daughter," asked Dhiarra looking at Shin's face.

"Yes, we were friends even as children until adolescence. They used to live in Melaka, too" Shin answered honestly.

Dhiarra was silent for a moment. And looked back at Shin's face.

"I think you and the woman will fit together, Shin said. You should try to get to know him again. You haven't seen each other in a long time, have you?" Dhiarra said softly and softly. But Shin clearly heard it.

"So you still reject me, Dhiarra? Unmoved interest in your heart to connect our marriage?" shin's voice sounded weakly hopeless.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shin. Thanks for your offer. But I don't want to betray Adrian. My heart is not. He didn't make a bad mistake with me. He said the business was almost done in a moment. My future husband will be coming in these weeks. Adrian asked me to prepare, Mr. Shin."

Tightness of the chest as his mouth said that. There was sadness looking at Shin's face that looked dejected and disappointed. But there was no way that Dhiarra would not respond and give any answer. And it was forced that answer that currently had to be said once more to Shin.

"Alright, Ra. Stay loyal to your future husband. As I promised, I'll never force. But you should know, before you actually go with Adrian, we're not going to get divorced" Shin said again clearly and firmly. It seemed like Shin had so easily and quickly mastered his feelings back.

Shin shook his body and leaned back on the sofa looking tired. Look straight ahead at the bed. I don't know what is being contemplated. Only his forehead was furrowed and his machete brows were slightly clutched. Shin's handsome face looked crumpled at that moment.

"Encik Shin, can I go out and go back to my room now?" Dhiarra asked softly and gently. A lingering sense of sadness looked at Shin like that.

"Come out," Shin briefly answered Dhiarra's question.

"Excuse me, Mr. Shin," Dhiarra stood up and walked around the table. Step towards the door with a basket.

"Open your bedroom door, Mr Shin!" Dharra exclaimed from the door. Remember that the key Shin put on the table.

Shin paused for a moment to look at Dhiarra. Finally stood up and grabbed the key boy. Approaching Dhiarra and the door. Open it slowly, like there was a hard middle on his mind.

Dhiarra had come out of Shin's room. He will walk to the stairs connecting the terrace of his room. But Shin seemed to catch up and was now walking beside him.

"I'm taking you to your room, Ra. It's been very night" Dhiarra did not say. Walking nights like this is common. Especially their rooms close together. The travel distance is super short. Shin is quite lebay..

"Good night, Mr. Shin," Dhiarra had opened the door of the room and slightly turned to Shin. The man towered behind, just kept quiet and looked at him.

Dhiarra rushed into the room, with one hand taking the door leaf and draping it.

But much to Dhiarra's surprise, the man towering outside the room had also entered his room. Close the door and lock it quickly. Now Dhiarra felt anxious and afraid.

"What do you mean, Mr Shin,,?!" dharra's voice sounded very panicked. Looking at the face of Shin who kept silently looking at him.

"Don't be afraid, Ra. I have no intention of being mean to you. Just wanted to get a memory from you. From my first wife. You're still my wife, Ra," Shin replied very softly.

"Mm, you mean, Mr Shin?" dhiarra's voice came glancing. Feeling bewitched by Shin's constantly attached gaze to her.

"Just like this," along with his reply, Shin had held onto Dhiarra's shoulder and lowered his head quickly. Closer his face and graze Dhiarra's lips with his lips like lightning, so fast. With the hand continued to hold Dhiarra from moving and resisting.

Shin started to do it. Smell both of Dhiarra's cheeks and return to his lips.

"What did you do to me?" dhiarra's painstaking voice. Shin did not respond. Instead it has begun to spend the whole beautiful lips of the upper Dhiarra alternately. Although Shin's breathing was very hot and hunting. Shin did it so gently, slowly and warmly....

A basket of clothes that had been so tightly gripped, had fallen stiff and useless between two pairs of human legs..

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Just nostalgic... Comforting the grief... Are any of the dear readers who heard about the national disaster last night/day. So many victims died at the crazy singo football club, Arema FC. Almost 150 people and probably will continue to grow... Oh, Arema-Persebaya... 😭😭😭.. ...Make peace..

Nostalgic with my work Not Glasses Cans Chapter 115. Blue Acting Guests.. I wrote a few paragraphs about the earthquake Arema singo crazy there 😘😘

Unsuspectedly... Too big this disaster. Death or death is ridiculous.. Tidak..😭

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