The Emir and The Ordinary Girl
Wooing Event

McIntyre Restaurant in Knightswood Glasgow Scotland

Dahir sees how Damian seems to be casually chatting with Izzy and Betty talking about Oma Sabine's birthday.

"So your opinion is a tattoo? Two hands? Full?" ask Izzy.

"Yup. Full ! The body also exists. But after getting married to my omaku, opa promised not to add any more tattoos."

"Aren't you Damian's tattoo?" ask Izzy again.

"No. I don't like to break my body with needle stoning."

"Good indeed. I also don't like to see men with tattoos."

Damian also listens to Betty's story about the broken leg of the table that made all the ground media spill.

"Forced me to overtime was Mr. Azzam. Clean everything up until Jack catches up with me to the store. And that night we ordered a table so we could deliver it the next morning."

"Pity..."

The three people turned their heads towards Dahir who was enjoying his fish and chips.

"If you have any pity, tomorrow you should come Mr. Saab. Helping us take care of pots and transports - soil sacks and various kinds of fertilizers and media." Betty looked seriously at Dahir.

"OKAY. No problem." The man in Arab blood smiled at Betty.

"I keep your promise, Mr. Mannequin" Betty grinned.

"What?" Dahir did not accept being called Mr. Mannequin.

Betty pursed her lips and dazzled Dahir to see the blond woman before him. This woman is not beautiful like a model but everything is all interesting.

The four of them finished the meal and Damian paid for it all.

Jack approached Damian and said he had a Sunday off and asked for permission early in the morning to come to the Blair family home. Damian gladly accepted Jack and the young man immediately embraced Damian with his unfrozen happy face.

Betty seemed moved to see how Jack, who was difficult to interact with strangers, could easily hug Damian. Although Jack has special needs, the young man has his own sensitivity to strangers. And Jack must have known Damian was such a good man that he had no qualms about doing it.

Izzy stroked Betty's back because she knew how worried Betty would be about her sister. Grateful they live in a small city area in the Glasgow area until it is not as crowded as it is in the city of Glasgow. The neighborhoods in Knightswood are truly rural neighborhoods whose people know each other and care for each other.

Afterwards Betty hugs Jack to return to her shop with her entourage. Betty thanked Damian who was willing to take the time for her sister to do her fishing hobby.

Dahir could see how Damian casually responded to Betty's words as if they had known him for a long time. Dahir will secretly report to Direndra and Raana about Damian's activities while at Knightswood.

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Damian and Dahir helped Izzy and Betty sell a lot of plants today. Even Dahir had to give up his Lacoste shirt exposed to fertilizer as a result of carrying a lot to the back of Declan's truck, one of Izzy's customers.

Betty gave a bottle of cold mineral water to Dahir who was resting after carrying almost 30 sak 5 kilograms of fertilizer and soil media.

"Thanks Betty." Dahir smiled as he received the bottle of mineral water and opened the lid and then downed it to half. "If for example there wasn't me or Damian, who would lift that many pockets?"

Betty smile. "Seeking for help from those around."

Dahir. "What time do you usually close?"

"Fifth of the afternoon we closed it. Usually I and Izzy calculate our income first today and then saved. Tomorrow we'll put it in the bank. We don't have much money to pay but it's enough for me and Izzy." Betty sat next to Dahir. "Frankly, ever since Mr. Azzam came, we've been much happier. Don't you think about it, Mr. Azzam is a gentleman and we're very happy to be friends with him. But I don't know what status, bachelor or married or widower..."

"Do you have a crush on Damian?" ask Dahir.

"Son... Fancied Mr Azzam?" Betty laughs. "No, Dahir, I consider Mr. Azzam like a friend and I know I'm older than him. I can see he likes Izzy. Hey, we were a month together so I know how Mr. Azzam's body language went to Izzy."

"If it's about Damian's status, let him tell you himself. How's yours?" dahir asked while downing his mineral water.

"I? I'm a divorcee, 'cause my ex got hooked on a woman with a bigger chest than mine."

Dahie choked on her drink making the Arab man cough - cough. Betty patted Dahir's wide back and looked pitying seeing the man's face flushed red.

"Da..da is bigger? Betty, your chest is pretty good.... Aduuuhhhh!" Dahir felt Betty punch him in the back.

"Not polite !" snapped Betty huffed.

"That's. I have not only lost my husband but also the child I have. I had a miscarriage when the divorce papers came. And. I got into an alcoholic drink. Lucky accident made me realize let alone I met with Izzy. Be us a duo of florists."

"You're great Betty. Can rise from the slump and I salute you" said Dahir sincerely.

"What about you? Are you married?" Betty stared at Dahir's handsome face typical of the middle east.

"Well, I was betrothed but instead he ran away when he wanted to ijab. I finally chose to just work without thinking about wanting to get married."

"At what age were you set up?"

"25."

"Now?"

"33 years. You?"

"I'm 31 years old."

After that they both laughed. "Our lives are full of color" Betty smiled.

"You know, if in my religion, everything that happens has been outlined since the age of four months in the womb. So if you have to get divorced or I'm not getting married, that's already been outlined." I looked at Betty.

"really?"

Dahir.

"Does Mr Azzam hold the same beliefs as you?"

Dahir nodded again. Betty was silent.

***

Inside the Shop

Damian was looking at Izzy who was busy making income bookkeeping today because he was about to enter the closing hours of the store.

"So you keep where Izzy's money is?" ask Damian.

"In my bedroom safe. Tomorrow's Friday I'll put it in the bank. Routinely I'm Dam." Izzy smiled towards Damian who was sitting in front of him. "Our income is not much but we always benefit."

"Goodoo. So, tomorrow you're at a fishing show?" Damian looked at Izzy.

"Damian, you're how. Sunday is my time of rest" Izzy smiled.

"Oh come on Izzy, don't you miss my cooking?" Damian blinked one eye.

Izzy laughed out loud. "Jeez, Mr. Damian Azzam. Are you seducing me ?"

"Maybe..."

Izzy shook his head. "I think it'll be hard to resist, right? Especially with the lure of good food."

"Exactly." Damian smiled broadly.

Who tried to seduce his rabbit teeth

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