Love You, Mr Shin!!
7. Morning Disruption

Sunday mornings, beautiful days waste time. As free as you want to throw it where, with whom and for what.

As for Dhiarra, it was still a little dark this morning. But the girl was fresh, beautiful and neat. Get off the high terrace of his room towards the footpath in the courtyard. Dhiarra will head back to Yuaneta's house in Batu Beram.

Dhiarra rushed forward footsteps as from the direction of the footpath at the side, a faint someone was walking briskly towards him. The girl lazily faced off against one of the house dwellers who never pointed to the slightest hospitality. Especially the ex-wife and children of the stepfather, Hazrul. Only Shin was kind enough, even if it was only because of the promise to Hazrul.

"Hey, woman...! Lawa (beautiful) is very visible! Where are you going this early in the morning?!" Dhiarra's left hand was grabbed and held tightly by someone while talking to him.

"What's your thing, Hisham?! Take my hand!" The one who holds Dhiarra's wrist is Hisham. Youngest stepfather's son.

"Say where you go?! I'm sending you, aren't I?" Hisham still gripped Dhiarra's hand.

"I'm going to the Central. It doesn't suck you sending!" Dhiarra said sharply to the impolite half-brother.

Hisham was 25 years old, almost the same as Dhiarra. Hisham was very big, bigger than Shin. That is, Dhiarra is still trying to be patient, not wanting to spend too much energy to face Hisham's behavior to him.

"Jomlah, I send you, Dhiarra, don't sell expensive you! Even the Indon women!" Hisham denigrates Dhiarra as an Indonesian girl.Indeed, Indonesian women will mostly be viewed one eye, as a lazy woman in the country.

"Syam, what are you doing?!" The firm and loud voice from the side of Dhiarra and behind Hisham was bluffing quite loudly that morning.

"I'll send you to Sentral, Uncle Shin!" Hisham slowly took off his hand grip on Dhiarra's hand.

"I don't want to, Mr. Shin. I can go by myself. Hisham force me!" Dhiarra exclaimed at his om stepdad with a careless look at Hisham.

"You heard him say no, Hisham ?" Shin said quietly but very firmly with a slicing look.

Hisham was silent, he looked at Dhiarra with a veiled and suspicious view. Like something is planned next time. Dhiarra understood very well the meaning of Hisham's expression on him. The girl felt she had to be extra careful of Hisham.

"Dhiarra, are you going to go Central again? Do you like it very much to go there? What did you do there?" Hisham had passed from before Shin and Dhiarra. Now Shin turned to look at Dhiarra and his appearance.

"Good friend, Mr. Shin." Dhiarra always gave Shin the same excuse.

"Aren't you bored, keep seeing friends? Is that Malaysian IC you're holding, just to meet a friend, Dhiarra?" Shin pondered sharply over researching the pretty eyes of Dhiarra. The girl went awry with Shin's treatment of her like that.

" Alright Dhiarra, once again, you can do whatever work you want. As long as you never do anything embarrassing or harming me. You got that, Dhiarra?" Shin had shifted away from Dhiarra. Giving the girl a chance to walk forward, get out of her yard and go wherever she wants.

"Thank you, Mr. Shin. I promise I won't brag about lost things. Excuse me, mr. I'm saying goodbye..." With a relieved heart, the girl walked over hastily, passing past Shin who did not also take her eyes off him. Dhiarra began to feel disinclined every time Shin 5ak met on purpose. His stepmother was too dignified and charismatic. Especially in the eyes of the young girl, Dhiarra was disinclined.

There was a faint anxious thump if Dhiarra was facing Shin head-on. It was uncomfortable for Shin to look at her. It was like he was always looking at what Dhiarra would do behind him.