Hazrin, born Azrina, was born a boy and was genetically a boy. Then his mother registered him as a baby girl. When he was 2, his mother sent him away to live with his aunt, deep inside the vineyards of France. Without knowing anything, he lived almost twenty years of his life as a girl. Now he has returned home, to his home country, and decided to care for his little brother and sisters, as a man. Can he untrain himself of all feminine gestures and become a real man? Enter Iskandar, the nephew of one of the wealthiest tycoons in Southeast Asia. He had a plan, of becoming independent from his uncle, but that would cause him to betray the only one he holds dear. Will he sacrifice all for Azrina's love? Or will he sacrifice Azrina instead? Then comes Max, a german man from an impoverished noble household. For the past fifteen years, Rina Sofiana de Havensall, has always been in his mind. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, he came to find Rina, to ask her to honour her part of the promise. Bliss Behind A Stalk of Rose Part 6 By Shinieris

"Hello?" Zulkifli said into the phone.

"Hello, Zul," the voice in the phone said.

"Lila?" he asked as he recognized the voice on the other end.

"It's me. How are you doing, Zul?" Lila said.

"Lila, where are you? Where have you been for the past two years?" Zul asked desperately while his hand gestured for his assistant to start tracing the call.

"I am leaving the country, Zul. Do not try to stop me and do not try to find us ever again," she said firmly.

"Lila, stop. We can discuss this," Zul pleaded as he spied his assistant setting up the equipments next to the phone.

"It is too late to discuss anything, Zul. Remember how you and your family threw me out and ruined my life? Remember how your family ensured that I would never work a respectable job again? Go back to your wife, Zul. I'm sure she's waiting patiently for you to repent."

"Lila please, we can work this out. I'm the head of the family now. I can take care of you and our daughter," Zul pleaded.

"It's too late, I'm too dirty to be near your noble self now. You will never see me nor my daughter ever in your entire life."

"Lila, please..."

"Goodbye, Zul," she said as she hung up.

"Hello?" Zulkifli said into the phone.

"Hello, Zul," the voice in the phone said.

"Lila?" he asked as he recognized the voice on the other end.

"It's me. How are you doing, Zul?" Lila said.

"Lila, where are you? Where have you been for the past two years?" Zul asked desperately while his hand gestured for his assistant to start tracing the call.

"I am leaving the country, Zul. Do not try to stop me and do not try to find us ever again," she said firmly.

"Lila, stop. We can discuss this," Zul pleaded as he spied his assistant setting up the equipments next to the phone.

"It is too late to discuss anything, Zul. Remember how you and your family threw me out and ruined my life? Remember how your family ensured that I would never work a respectable job again? Go back to your wife, Zul. I'm sure she's waiting patiently for you to repent."

"Lila please, we can work this out. I'm the head of the family now. I can take care of you and our daughter," Zul pleaded.

"It's too late, I'm too dirty to be near your noble self now. You will never see me or my daughter ever in your entire life."

"Lila, please..."

"Goodbye, Zul," she said as she hung up.

"Did you get the location?" he asked the man who was untangling a mass of wires. "Nevermind then," he said.

He dialed a number and said into the phone, "Dato' Zulkifli here. I want you to send everyone you have to all international airports and exit points out of the country. Get them to search for Lila. And file a missing persons report to the police, tell them whatever you want. I want her found and brought back, you hear me? Don't mess this up," he said before he hung up and went to prepare for his meeting.

"Were you looking for me, Is?" the man said as he dropped a pile of papers onto Iskandar's desk.

"Yes, I did," Iskandar produced a plastic folder from his drawer and pushed it to the man in front of him.

"You're finally letting me quit, Is?" he said as he picked up the folder.

"Don't be silly, Joe. You're working for me until the day you die," he smirked.

"Bills?" Joe asked when he recognized the contents.

"Yes, please pass it on to Ms. Yong," Iskandar said as he typed something into his computer.

"You're asking the accounts department to do your bills? Who the hell is this Mohamad Razak guy anyway?"

"Just someone you don't need to worry about. Now go," he shooed.

"Madame, je suis désolé de vous informer qu'il ya un problá¨me dans les villages (My lady, there are reports of a problem in the villages)," said the elderly man after he took off his hat and held it on his chest.

"Quel est le problá¨me? (What is the problem?)" the mistress of the house asked.

"Un homme est posé beaucoup de questions au sujet de la jeune maá®tresse dans les villages á  proximité, madame (There is a man asking a lot of questions about the young mistress in the villages, my lady)," the elderly man said.

The mistress of the house dropped her knitting and looked at the old man. "Quelles sont les questions? (What kind of questions?)" the mistress of the house demanded.

"Questions relatives á  la localisation de la jeune femme et de sa vie ici, madame (Basically questions about the young mistress's whereabouts and her life here, my lady)," he explained.

"Quelqu'un at-il dit quelque chose? (Has anyone spilled anything?)" the mistress enquired.

"Non, madame. Mais les propriétaires de fermes d'autres vous demandent ce qu'ils doivent dire s'il va vers eux, madame. (None, my lady. But the other farms are asking you what they should say if he goes to them, madame)," he said.

"Dites-leur de faire semblant qu'ils n'ont jamais entendu parler de Rina. Apportez les malfrats, je veux cet homme capturé et amené á  la cabine.Vous pouvez commettre des violences, mais ne faites pas de dommages permanents. Aprá¨s cela, attendre de nouvelles instructions. (Tell them to pretend they've never heard of Rina. Get the men, I want this man captured and brought to the shack. You may commit violence, but don't do any permanent damage. After that wait for further instructions)," Sarah, Rina’s aunt commanded without getting up from her rocking chair.

"Je compris, madame. (Understood, my lady), " the man bowed and left through the back door.

"I'm sorry, sir, we're closing," Hazrin said to the businessman with his back to him.

Iskandar turned around at the sweet voice speaking to him. His eyes widened at seeing the pretty boy who dropped coffee on his shirt a few days ago. The boy was really quite pretty, with long eyelashes, smooth flawless skin and high cheekbones. He noted that the boy's hair was cut unevenly, long in some places, short in another. It was a messy hairstyle, but Iskandar knew that certain kinds of girls love that tragic badboy hairstyle. Iskandar used to play computer games in his youth and the boy's hairstyle reminded him of Cloud from Final Fantasy 7.

"Sir, the restaurant's closing. Are you waiting for your food order, sir?" Hazrin repeated.

Iskandar made a smile. "No, I'm just wasting time here. Have a seat," Iskandar said as he pulled out the seat next to him.

"I really shouldn't, sir. I'm still working," Hazrin refused as he recognized the customer as the same guy who groped his - Rina's breasts last night. Hazrin had to fight the urge to cover his chest.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Eric and I, we go a long way. I actually helped him start this cafe," Iskandar said with a wink.

This pervert helped boss start the cafe? "Please forgive me if I can't take your words at face value, sir," Hazrin refused.

"You don't believe me. Alright then. Hey Eric!" Iskandar bellowed to the big chinese guy cleaning the bar.

"What?!"

"Can I borrow your staff here for a bit?"

"Shouldn't you be home already, Iskandar? Don't you have a party to go to?"

"I'm here exactly because of the party, Eric. So can I?"

Eric took one look at Hazrin. Hazrin shook his head. Eric thought, Here's my chance to cure my homosexual friend and tomboyish best friend's daughter. Eric then said, "Sure, if she - he doesn't mind."

"Excellent," Iskandar said as he patted the chair right beside him.

Hazrin groaned inside.

*Hello there everyone. Sorry for the slow update. Been too busy with everything that I ended up not doing anything. On a plus side though, I have a Sony Tablet S now, so I should be able to do something at work too.

*Dato' or Datuk refers to a class of non-hereditary and hereditary minor nobilities in the Malay royalty culture granted by the king (sultan). It is the equivalent of Lord (non-hereditary) and Baron (hereditary). While there is no restriction on non-malays in being granted the title, hereditary Dato' are purely used by those of noble blood. The current Prime Minister of Malaysia, Dato's Sri Najib Tun Razak is hereditary Orang Kaya Indera Shahbandar of a noble family of Pahang, and would be called Dato' even if he wasn't granted the title Dato's Sri. Dato' Sri is a non-hereditary title that is higher in rank than the hereditary Dato' in the greater context of the Malaysian Federation. This is different from 'datuk', which means grandfather.