Love You, Mr Shin!!
70. Go to K L

Dhiarra's gaze was awakened, one loud shake was shocking him from a deep sleep. Idris had braked the train abruptly before actually stopping at the intersection of four red lights.

"Are you sleepy, Driss?!" the stereo sound sounded a bit loudly reprimanding. Because the road is only straight and without the slightest incline.

"Sorry, Mr. Shin. I was indeed sleep deprived," Idris nodded and replied softly, feeling guilty of his negligence.

"Evening, what are you doing?" Shin turned to Idris and observed for a moment. The driver's face looks very crumpled.

"I can't sleep as fast as usual. My wife is pregnant, Mr. Shin," said iIdris.

"That's very dangerous, Driss. After this lamp, we stop by the front cafe at the intersection of KL. You take a break from the shock!" Shin said firmly to Idris.

"Thank you, Mr. Shin," Idriss replied nodding.

The intersection of four at a fairly crowded red light has been passed slowly by Idris. The rebuke from the master to him was powerful enough to crush the drowsiness in the eyes and the weight in his head temporarily. The shame and unpleasant feeling actually made his eyes bright and his head so fresh.

Super nyentric cafe restaurant is a place that is visited by Idris, and that's the cafe that is meant by the master. The nearest cafe is at the intersection of four Seremban, which leads to the city of Kuala Lumpur.

The beautiful girl who was sitting alone on the back bench was confused and confused. Idris has come out of the parking lot. Shin Adnan also just came out of the car door. There is no greeting for Indonesian girls to immediately come down and join. There was no offer for Dhiarra to have coffee together at the cafe.

Dhiarra chose to be discouraged and enjoy the feeling of gamelangnya by not getting off the car. Choose to lean back and back close the eyelids tightly. Clogging the ear hole with a head set that is connected to the phone to get rid of his heart tightness.

Dharra was sleepy again. Last night, at almost two and a half, I was able to sleep. Just thinking about what he had done with Shin. His heart kept beating in disbelief..

And this morning, Dhiarra woke up slowly again. Just shower and powder while walking. No more thinking of a plain face without makeup on his face. Not also combing or tying hair in front of the glass as usual. Everything is done fast and hasty.

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Shin invited Idris to sit down together. Glancing at the car in the parking lot whose doors keep closing is not open.

"Driss, talk to the Indonesian girl inside. I need a long break, if he wants to go down, tell him to follow," Shin said to the driver as his hand waved at the man of the cafe.

"I'll tell you, Mr. Shin," Idris said.

Cafe employees rushed up to Shin and recorded whatever Shin had told him. Shin seemed to have gotten used to the selection menu provided by the cafe. He ordered without a single glance at the list of menu options displayed on the table. And Idris has passed since then.

Sayup-sayup heard his name on the exclamation and called. Dhiarra immediately opened her eyelids and found Idris in the window.

"Misc Dhiarra. Mr. Shin wants a long break. If interest, please come down and catch up to the cafe," Idris was polite to Dhiarra.

"Come, Miss Dhiarra!" Idris gave a small nod to Dhiarra. Then the young driver turned around and walked back towards the cafe.

It was not Shin himself who approached and offered. But that's okay, Idris' arrival was enough to get him a little excited. Dhiarra was conscious, feeling self-centered. I still want to be seen by Shin Adnan. The man was very disappointed in her. Ah, here's the risk...

The Indonesian girl had arrived following Shin in the cafe. Unwanted, a sense of disdain returned to incite. Shin ignored his arrival. Glancing was not let alone waving, or also saying hello. Shin was just busy stirring the contents of the drink in the cup. Idris isn't there, probably going to the toilet.

Without a doubt, Dhiarra chose to sit alone on a chair whose desk was some distance away from Shin. Shin had not ordered a drink for him either. The cup in front of Shin belonged to Idris. Because there's a car key next to the cup.

A cafe staff man approached Dhiarra excitedly without being waved. His face brightened as he greeted the friendly Dhiarra.

"I want one cup of concentrated coffee without milk and a little sugar, bang!" sahut Dhiarra fast.

"Ready, I'll wait. Sneak again I send what I want!" the officer smiled again and passed.

Dhiarra opened the app on his phone, writing a message to the sidekick that felt like a long time did not develop each other. Yuaneta has not seen him for a long time.

"Hii..Assalamau'alaikum's chat. Good day beauty girl!" the voice of the foreign greeting teased Dhiarra.

A white-skinned foreign man was also handsome, having sat down and casually greeted Dhiarra. It looks like the man is Pakistani. And Pakistanis are indeed quite a lot of who stay in Malaysia.

"Does I object to sitting with you?" ask the Pakistani man blatantly.

"Oh, go ahead, brother, I don't mind. Because I think the whole bench is here, free to use for anyone!" Dhiarra was quick and friendly. A little pointed at the beautiful smile on her lips.

The Pakistani man was stunned for a few seconds. It seemed very fascinated to the Indonesian girl sitting quietly in front.

"Girl, can you know me? Who's your name?" the Pakistani man had been living in the country for a long time. For a moment Dhiarra thought. Just a name, it doesn't matter.

"Dhiarra, sir," Dhiarra answered him in short. And without welcoming the hand that the Pakistani man thrust.

"Wowww, then,! Your name is as pretty as your face. Dhiarra, may I need your cell phone number?" ask the Pakistani man to hope.

Dhiarra looked at the friendly Pakistani man who could not be separated from looking at him. Handsome guy, white skinned, super pointed nose, with brown eyes and very red lips. Remember the message of Yuaneta, that the man of the nation is one of the players in this country.

"Sorry, sir. My phone is off, I never remember my phone number" Dhiarra said.

"Hey, Dhiarra, may for others? Facebook, instagram, dm, tick-tock, or you have a you tube account can share with me, girl,,?" the Pakistani man began to act unsettlingly towards Dhiarra. The bright-faced girl began to squish and was very careless to go wrong.

"Sorry, sir. I don't have any of that. I'm just an old-fashioned and old-fashioned girl," said fast Dhiarra. The friendly tone began to disappear sounding. Change the tone somewhat taut from each word.

"Okay, it doesn't matter how old you are. Where does Dhiarra live?" the Pakistani man never gave up. Keep smiling looking at Dhiarra.

Indonesian girls who continue to be questioned by Pakistani men look very upset. Between completely silent no longer care or pretend to respond ethically.

"Ehhemms,,!" someone was pounding hard on the side. Of course Shin Adnan was that guy. "Dhiarra, go sit down with Idris. Sorry, mister. This girl is my stubborn niece" a stereo sound was heard, along with her owner gliding across her desk.

The Pakistani man was only speechless to see Shin casually grabbing a warm brown cup belonging to Dhiarra. Carrying and fast on his desk. The driver sat there.

Dhiarra wasted no time with the golden opportunity Shin had extended for him. Within seconds, the Indonesian girl had moved to sit with Idris following her brown cup that Shin had moved. Dhiarra had sat on his back to the table of the Pakistani man. It feels very safe and comfortable.

But the handsome god could not be seen sitting in his chair. Only Shin's coffee mug and black watch had fallen on the table. And Idris is also on duty guarding her.

"Bang Idris, where's Shin going?" ask Dhiarra to Idris.

"Go dzuhur at the back of the cafe, miss," Idris replied clumsyly. The young man seemed uncomfortable just sitting quietly together with the beautiful Dhiarra...