Love You, Mr Shin!!
95. There will be Guests

Hazrul was walking towards Dhiarra who was serving the payment of a customer at the cash register. The princess is very deft and able to master anything that has been taught in just a short time.

Hazrul feels proud, and always feels guilty whenever he watches the princess.

"Ra, here let papa who changed serve at the cashier. You have lunch first" Hazrul approached the cashier's desk.

Hazrul has been used to use Indonesian although of course it is also mixed with Malay. Every day if at home only with his wife, Hazrul used to hear his wife's words in Indonesian.

And even occasionally quoting the Javanese language. One word, two words, three words, four words, five words, ten words, a dozen words, dozens of words, dozens of words,,,, even a lot of words!

Dhiarra arranged the money in the box into neat and easy piles. Take the hairpin that is placed next to the counting machine, and shift back from its seat.

"Yes, I ate first," Dharra replied briefly as he tied his hair and glanced at Hazrul at a glance.

"Mara,,!" call dad again.

Dharra stopped stepping and turned around. "What's up, then,?" ask the girl to wait.

"Maybe today we go home sooner" Hazrul replied to Dhiarra.

"Why,?" ask Dhiarra briefly.

"We will have guests" Hazrul replied very clearly.

"Yes" the girl's answer was very short. Dhiarra is still awkward and feels stiff when behaving with Hazrul. Although his feelings began to be ordinary, but the feedback and attitude he responded to Hazrul, still the results were stiff.

Uh, what did he say, guest, who was that guest. Indeed, almost every day their home arrival of guests back and forth. Those who came were because they wanted to mine for Ira's mom and the baby. But it's been almost a week. And why should they go home sooner today, heartbroken Dhiarra considering the possibility of who the guest is. What Azlan said earlier might indeed be true. Is he really coming?

"Papa Hazrul said, guest? Guests from where?" dharra asked, urging Hazrul with curiosity.

Hazrul looked at Dhiarra for a moment. Impressive if the appearance of the princess continued that had been cloudy, this time like being harboring hope and spirit.

"Guests from Malacca. Our family over there will come here, Ra," Hazrul replied, listening to the bright look of the girl. There was an unsatisfied impression read there.

"Papa, Mama and Fara will visit. Getting to know your mom and your sister, Ra," he explained more specifically. Hazrul increasingly listened to the expression of Dhiarra who actually frowned but remained silent.

"Om you're coming too, Ra.. Om Shafiqmu tuu will come with them as well" continued Hazrul while keeping a close watch on Dhiarra.

Right what he was expecting, the clear eyes suddenly widened and looked at Hazrul for a moment and then turned his eyes away. His bright face looked pias as well as faintly blushed.

Hazrul thought, What is Dharra hiding? It could be that the princess continued to secretly like her handsome stepmom. Actually what happened.. Dhiarra is not married, but instead lives here, does not continue to work again on Shafiq,,

And Azlan said, Shafiq is looking for Dhiarra. Are they having problems? Does Syafiq also secretly like this charming child? Or do they like each other? Given when he came to Penang at that time, Sayafiq seemed to be attentive to children..

While Hazrul, maybe he is a tough stud. He married Siti Zubaidah at a very young age. And soon also produced three consecutive children. Maybe it will be more in a row and more if only in Azizah, her adoptive mother is not diligent in reminding her with noise.

And now, remarrying at the age of twilight that is nearing fifty years old. Unexpectedly, he was still able to print a baby in a short time. Hazrul smiled thinking about it.

"I go to eat first, yes," said Dhiarra, breaking Hazrul's long daydream.

"Yes, Ra, eat a lot. Maybe your shafiq will not like it if you become thin. He could be taking you forcibly back to Melaka" Hazrul said in a serious tone.

Dhiarra was silent. Walk quickly to the dining table in the kitchen. A special dining table for employees to sit down to take their food rations three times every day.

Azlan came to the dining table accompanying Dhiarra who was scooping her food quickly. The girl was used to eating like that. The way of eating that he could subconsciously from Shafiq Shin Adnan. Too often they eat together facing each other.

"Ra, eat enough. No, you are eating nii. The virgin eats a meal, not a very fast pace," Azlan protested the fast way of eating Dhiarra.

Dhiarra did not respond, only smiling. And try to slow down spooning and chewing. But it actually feels very difficult.

"What's the thing, Azlan,,?" asked Dhiarra because he thought Azlan was necessary with him.

"Finish your meal first. After that, ask for help to send lunch order at two points. Not very far. The train is waiting in front. But prepare your meal first" Azlan said and stood up.

"Yes, Azlan. After nii kuhantar, the goods are ready to kee?" Dhiarra looked at Azlan while continuing to chew.

"Middle packing. You just take it from me," Azlan said as he passed.

It is so, because there are less workers, but it is growing rapidly, all so odd job sharing. Moreover, Dhiarra, but he really likes and enjoys.

Hazrul gave additional odd jobs as a food delivery courier. Of course Dhiarra was very happy. Delivering food orders in different places. Dhiarra feels like a free walk (free) to the beautiful places of Penang island. Easier still, the introductory driver Azlan provided had understood the goal out of head.

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Dhiarra's task is complete. Delivering food at two points as Azlan had directed at the driver who also served as personal security Dhiarra.

The driver is on standby to take Dhiarra to the end of the meeting alias at the door. So Dhiarra's job is just to mince words with the food people, accept payment, thank you and go home. Never feel dizzy in finding the right position of the buyer. It was the driver's job and Dhiarra just followed behind. Dharra's job is fun!

Although Dhiarra thinks that it is a waste of energy and time amid a lack of employees. But Dhiarra has not been interested in talking to Azlan, because it is still fun for him.

Hazrul had been waiting standing at the front door of the inn. While carrying Dhiarra's shoulder bag next to his hand.

"We're home now, Dhiarra. They were home. Their flight schedules are faster and more advanced" Hazrul said as Dhiarra reached her front.

"Yes," said Dhiarra while faintly nodding. Receiving her bag that Hazrul was holding.