
"Master Miguel?!."
Huuuaaa.......!!!!
Why did senior call lord Miguel kemariiii.....!!!!
Noorin's eyes were very bully when he looked up to Mr. Miguel who was standing there.
The hunger disappeared instantly.
The eyes sparkle when looking at the typical menu of the country was no longer tasteful.
The worm that initially danced in Noorin's stomach was as if he had suddenly fallen unconscious after seeing Miguel standing firmly in front of Noorin.
"What do you see?." The cold voice broke the daydream.
Dispersing Noorin's brain was like a*and*tam the beam on the side of the head in delusion.
"No sir, I'm just a little surprised. " is friendly.
"I just didn't expect Mr. David to call you. Please sit down sir, it's an honor to have dinner with you." Noorin was very friendly and polite.
Conscious Noorin!!
Screaming in the heart.
Don't act like you're really expecting this, having dinner with that haughty guy?!.
Noorin cursed his own foolishness inwardly, yet his face could always metralize his obstinacy.
Actually, the chest vibration that is hammered is inversely proportional to the look of his face,
Noorin trembled in fear.
Afraid that Miguel's breaking the table.
Or even tossing and turning the table destroys all the food there.
Eh?
Noorin was surprised when Miguel walked in front of him and sat there.
Miguel sat in front of Noorin. Just a table between the two.
It was very wanting to escape from that place, the stiff and cold atmosphere made Noorin very uncomfortable.
Like pe.nevil is entering the execution area.
No, it's more like a lost turkey going into an animal slaughterhouse.
that was the gripping thing that was pictured in Noorin's mind at the moment.
"Please enjoy the dish sir." Noorin again broke the silence. Because they have been in this place for ten minutes, but only silence each other without any expression let alone talk.
Miguel began to stick his fork at one of the pieces of meat about to put into his mouth.
But Miguel stopped his activities, when he heard Noorin speak.
"We pray according to each other's beliefs." Noorin said innocently then raised his hand to read something.
Miguel who saw that, put back his fork waiting for Noorin to finish his do'a.
"Amien" Reply Miguel then put the danging piece into his mouth.
Noorin who was still dumbfounded gaped in disbelief,
looking at the man who had just given his Do'a amini.
"Finish your meal." That cold speech again shattered the daydream.
"Sorry sir." Noorin then began to enjoy the menu that he had ordered.
It's veryawkward
There's no chatter whatsoever.
Although Noorin was eager to get her to talk, but his consciousness was still sane which made him prevent asking anything.
If Noorin was asked, was his dinner memorable? The answer is no.
Perhaps it is better to eat with the speechless or mute than the night tomb with Miguel.
Silent, cold and stiff.
Noorin continued to chew until he felt his stomach was full and could not afford to spend it all.
Miguel raised his hand, not long before the servant came closer.
Without saying anything Miguel took out Card and the servant accepted with a heart. Looks like the waiter's got a lot of respect for Miguel.
It seems that Mr. Miguel is here often.
"Sir, I should have paid."
"You're gonna waste some of your pay."
Flat language.
That's right, anyway,
it turns out that Mr. Miguel understood too.
Imagining the total bill alone made Noorin dizzy.
He has to save a lot to get a better life.
Being a well-known designer, having a boutique all by itself even Noorin wants his work not only worn by the crown prince.
That was Noorin's real hope.
That's why Noorin must have a lot of money for his hopes to be realized.
Dinner ended with Miguel out of the reataurant followed by Noorin walking behind him.
Keep stepping down the rock stairs.
"Yeah!!." Noorin reflexively screamed as she tripped on her own long dress.
Falling down came crashing down on Miguel's back which was right before him, with Miguel reflexively turning around and holding his body.
Miguel with his heavy hands restrained Noorin's body to prevent Noorin from falling into the rock.
Their gazes met, as quickly as Noorin's lightning bolts came to a realization and lowered his hand from Miguel's arm to hold on earlier.
Crazy, what am I doing?!
"Sorry sir, sorry." Suddenly he realized his position
Noorin slowly pushed Miguel's body away.
"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to um..."
Hang up the sentence and then bend.
Miguel remained silent, he continued to walk towards his car while Noorin remained standing on the steps of the rocks.
With what I came home.
Noorin searched his phone in a bag, "Meet"
Then he opened an online taxi application.
"Until when will you continue to stand there!."
"Yes?."
Is he talking to me?
Looking around, there was no one.
Miguel still stood next to the car and grabbed the door handle without opening it.
"Good." Either hypnotized in what way Noorin arrived running towards the car.
What the hell am I doing?
What if they are expelled?
"Get in!." He said before getting into the car.
"Good sir." Noorin also said.
With a sigh of relief Noorin installed the seat belt, leaning on the backrest.
This is the second time he's been in Mr. Hazelo's car. Interesting right?
That honorable Hazelo sir?! Its name alone is respected by the entire population of the country.
Miguel drove his car, passing through the city of Brazil which is still a lot of cars and then passing there.
The rain starts to fall. Seen from the glass of the car that showed the rain was getting heavier.
Miguel reduced his driving speed.
Despite the silence, Noorin liked tonight. The man he always considered cruel, it turns out has a conscience.
Noorin's phone is vibrating.
A few brief messages sprung up from his senior David. Noorin opened and read.
(Sorry, Noorin. I'm leaving you) There's a two-finger emoji.
(How about your dinner what's fun?) heart emoji.
(How was your blind date, Noorin? What works?) There's a laughing emoji showing his teeth.
(Oh yes Noorin, the man you're with. She never dated) Emoji laughed. (You're lucky to be first)
(But I doubt He likes women) Emoji shut up.
(Eh wait! He didn't break the table, did he?.")
(Crazy!! Don't don't he rampage destroy your dinner)Emoji cried.
Noorin who was reading that was shaking held back a laugh.
Not long after the message appeared again before he could reply.
(Or don't you cry in the room right now because he hurt you???")
(Sorry noorin) Hand emoji.
Noorin turned off his cell phone stuffed into a bag.
Look at Miguel who is still held and focus on the steering.
"Master"
Miguel turned a glance then focused on staring at the streets again.
"Thank you."