Marry The Heir
Nickname

KEAN POV:

I was still so shocked when I suddenly got a hug from the little boy in front of me. After she finished singing, she suddenly came down and ran towards me and hugged me tightly. His hands were tightly coiled around my waist with the face he had buried in my chest.

He sobbed, crying so softly that it confused me.

Oh my God he even threw his snot on my shirt, so disgusting. I could feel my clothes getting wet from her tears.

Ever since he ran off the stage and came up to me, people were constantly looking at us with full faces. What the hell, they even took some of our photos and recorded a video with his phone. Why should she cry like this?

I said Disa who was standing next to me, she was crying. Come on, I need help letting go of this little kid's embrace that's getting tighter and tighter. What am I supposed to do?

“Thank you brother has arrived. Thank you for looking at the appearance of fira.” His voice sounded staggered mixed with cries.

“Sroookk!!” there was a snot pull as well which he rubbed with the back of his hand.

I looked around me and people started whispering to each other.

“Yeah turns out to be her sister, I guess her boyfriend. So come join us.” Said a mother bangs like a snail mas who also shrinks her tears with tissue. Her tears turned black and her makeup began to fade after being hit by tears and a sweep of tissue several times.

What's moving, it's disgusting!

“Whatever reason brother came here, the obvious fira is grateful. Thanks bang.” Talk with a mixture of tears.

Whatever reason? What did he think was the reason I came here?

I just sighed deeply, really not knowing what I should do now.

“I heard it was his son sigit hardjoyo, here is the news gossip.” My mother's voice was still in my ear.

He showed his phone screen to the long-covered mother beside him. Really the socialites.

“Oh yesaa... Said they didn't get along, but this?” confused is also the other mother when she saw this little child hugging me while crying.

Yes, I just play my role, so they shut up. I returned the hug of this little boy and I patted his back stiffly. Argh, I'm not used to it. But for the sake of their silence, I have to play this role. My family may fall apart but it is not the right of those who know nothing to judge us.

Some of the people in the room looked surprised to see what I was doing. No exception to the girl standing next to me. When she looked at him, she was smiling while wiping her tears. That's what she looks like.

Still remembering last night, he suddenly met me in the room. His face that looked tense and nervous, his speech was whispering.

“What's up?” ask me when he says he wants to talk to me about something important. He even dared to ask me to speak in a quiet place. It's not as important as what he wants to talk about.

“Master, can I leave tomorrow afternoon for a moment? About 2 hours only.” he asked hesitantly while noticing the change in my facial expression.

Why is this scared when she asks for my permission while talking to Reza her facial expression is so cheerful. Sucks.

“Where are you going?” all right, as a good employer I'm trying to lower the intonation of my voice. Maybe he'll be more free to talk.

“Em, tomorrow non fira performing solo at her school charity event. He invited me to attend. Can I go there for a minute, sir?” sometimes I get nervous when I talk to him, so I want to tease him.

“Why should you attend?” I still want to know the answer. Usually a little smart.

“Because I want to encourage non fira.” He answered steadily, one that I liked, his decisiveness.

“I know it's hard to get through fear alone. I just thought, maybe my presence could give him a little spirit. Can you sir?” he looked at me intently, like he was waiting for my answer.

I exhaled slowly as I lowered my originally crossed hand in front of my chest. Being thoughtful was also because the way I spoke made her feel intimidated.

“What can master?” again he asked. Impatient as well.

“Two hours, only two hours.” Reply finally. Sometimes it is not okay to give him permission to do what he wants.

“Really sir?!” uh still can't believe it either.

“Hem!”

“YES!” he exclaimed as my answer sounded convincing. His smile quickly came out. “Thank you sir, thank you very much.” His impact with happy eyes. It turned out to be this simple to make the girl before me show her beautiful happy expression.

Beauitiful? Wait, since when does she look beautiful?

I scratched my own forehead which was actually not itchy as the thought crossed my mind.

“Oh yes sir, I made me something for sir. I'll get you a moment.”

He left as soon as I allowed him. What kind of attitude is this?

Never mind, I better go to my desk next to Disa's room. There are some things I need to check.

But not for 5 minutes, I heard again the footsteps of Disa who was quite fast up the stairs.

“Taraaaaaa...” he said as he showed a freshly cooked pan of Pizza. The taste is very good, maybe from the topping which is filled with meat, sausage, paprika and cheese. If sold, you can lose this.

“What is this?” I pretended to be indifferent, still wanting to tease her because she suddenly left.

“This I made pizza for sir. Still warm. Try yes mr.” He put a piece of pizza on a small plate for me.

“What is this? Gratification?” sidirku, pretend ogah.

“Hehehehehe.. May be impressed like that. But actually want the master to allow me or not, I have made this special for mr.” Her story with a cheerful face. Women are like this if there is a desire, must try to be sweet.

But wait, Special he said? Haha I want to laugh. Why suddenly my heart was pounding and it felt like the atmosphere of the room was getting hot. I turned on the AC. Is there a magic charge from the sentence he said?

“Happy enjoy mr.” He said while taking back the tray he had brought. He left a big pizza in front of me.

I just shook my head at his strange behavior.

His attitude made me soften and that's what I'm here for. I came home from the office and picked her up to come to this place. He was very happy, all the way continuing to talk like a butut radio. Yes, the sound is not too shallow, it's just a random and indistinct speech that makes it sound like a radio sound. Like he was expressing his happiness because I was coming.

If asked why, I don't know. I just don't want her to go out alone to a place that might not be safe for her.

Arriving at school, I got a message from Roy. “Master, the media is getting crazier discussing the big master scandal.” He even sent some news links.

“The name and photo of the master as well as the young lady began to spread with unpleasant news headlines.” Its effects.

I skimmed through the online news that Roy sent. Enough to piss me off but I think I can fix it.

And right now, the flash of a cell phone camera and the video footage is still pointing at me and this little boy. I'm sure soon the news about us will go up. Once paddled, two three islands are overrun. This is what I'm doing now.

Finishing the event in the hall, this little boy took me and Disa to approach his friends in a room. There was nothing I knew, other than the boy I met the other day at the cafe.

“Hay gais.. This is my brother, brother kean.” is proud he introduced me to his friends.

“Waaahhh very handsome fir. More beautiful than in the photo.” The whisper of a glasses girl that I can still hear.

“Hehehehe... Lo don't see I'm also beautiful?” Narcissists are also children.

“Then this, her boyfriend brother huh?” the four-eyed child glanced at Disa. Hahaha I want to laugh seeing the shocked expression on Disa's face.

“Em, no. I..”dia's flirting, getting funny.

“Oh this mba disa. My brother and sister.” The little boy in front of me explained.

Brother and sister at once? How many brothers do you think he has? Isn't it just me?

I lyrics Disa who timidly turned to look at me then bowed. His face was a little red, for some reason.

“Hay mba disa...” greet the 4-eyed child who followed his friends. “Hay brother...” then greeted me.

Me and Disa both smiled.

“We take photos first. Children padus same brother fira and mba dia.” The desire of one of the children.

“Oh no need, I took a photo aja.” He tried to resist when he had to stand next to me. Why why anyway?

“Summer, we use a tripod aja.” The boy set the camera. Appearances also.

Hahahah felt, he could no longer resist. He hesitated as he stood beside me. Then he shifted a little and moved away.

It was delicious, I quickly pulled his hand back to my side. Apparently he was quite shocked, his face gawking as he looked at me and “CEKREK!” this moment succeeded in capturing.

Finally, there is a photo that perpetuates his uncontrolled facial exertion. Funny too, the picture I will keep in my wallet, to be the handler of my money and debit card so as not to carelessly go.

****

Shafira's cheer continues with her friends, while Disa and Kean walk out of the room. Outside the room Disa looked at her very foreign surroundings but made her curious.

Modern school buildings with artistic designs make the curiosity of Disa appear to just enjoy the scenery that was first seen. Between one room with another room has a different paint color on the inside, so the impression is more alive. While when viewed from the outside, so sturdy and smart. Like schools abroad.

And what makes Disa more curious is what the canteen is like.

“Master, are you hungry?” tanya Disa broke the silence.

“Just a little thirsty, because it's too hot.” Take off his coat and then he holds it. The air is quite hot when it is outside. Sunlight is still free to enter among the towering buildings of the school.

“Master wants to the canteen?” pretend to offer, even though he himself is curious to see his canteen.

“Hem.” That's Kean's only word.

They walked to the cafeteria while paying attention to the school environment that felt pleasant. A few years ago, he was still wearing a white ash uniform and when he remembered it enough to make him miss.

True said Chrisye, the most beautiful times, the times at school. There is no most beautiful story, love story in school.

“Master, what kind of master school abroad?” the random question was asked by Disa.

Kean seemed to think, there was no such strong effect in his memory. Just a routine of learning and often go hanging out with his friends.

“Em ordinary only.” Acutely. He didn't enjoy it much when he was in high school.

“What there is also an exculus activity or what do you call it?” seems thinking.

“Sama, there are also exculpatory activities. But all I know is a scientific group of teenagers and nature lovers.”

“Is there a scout, paskibra or PMR like sir?”

His question made Kean frown, I don't know if there was such an excrement in his school first.

“Entaih! I was a bad boy in High School. More skipping and playing with my friends. There may. Indeed you follow what excrement?” he turned around who was curious about Disa.

“I'm with paskibra. Ever been a raiser in the district. Though I really want to be a raiser in the country building, meet the president and receive the flag directly from him.” I can remember her dreams at that time.

“Just deserve your feet like a team.” Spontaneous Kean ledk.

“Hahhahaha.. indeed yes lord.” Disa laughs amusedly.

“Damong also used to say that. Said I was it, over motherhood under the team.” Given Damar's teasing, this time made Disa laugh. Though he was very upset when Damar mocked him.

“Damong?” turns out it wasn't the lead that Kean caught.

“Oh yes.” Disa stopped her laughter. “Damong was a call from me to my cousin's sister, damar.” Trying to explain but Kean's face was upset.

It seemed that he did not like it when he heard Disa mention the name of another man with such an expression.

“So he calls you what?” curious too, lest that's a beloved call.

“Sandy.” I was there quickly. “She gave me the name Sandy on her phone. He said his friends like his prank. So deliberately named sandy so that they do not know if it's my phone number.” he explained with a smile expanded.

Admittedly, there was always something interesting when he remembered Damar. But for kean, the embedding of the name is a kind of Damar way to protect Disa or so that no other men approach her. Possessive too, he thought.

The canteen is in sight. Not too crowded because most of the students had already gone home after the Charity event.

“We sit there sir?” Disa pointed to one of the benches under the tree.

“Hem.” Kean just followed the steps of Disa's legs until they sat facing each other.

“Gentleman wants to drink what?” his eyes were still around looking around the canteen, while Kean was still looking at Disa with many questions.

This girl had made him start talking a lot. You can feel happy and angry at the same time. More than that, there is always calmness when Disa is nearby. Slowly, why were there so many things he wanted to know from this foreign girl?

“You want soda sir?” his smiling face turned startled as he turned his head and it turned out Kean was looking at him.

Kean threw his gaze the other way, he was unwilling to make the atmosphere awkward.

“What's.” Legally.

“Good, briefly master. I order first.” Disa moved from her place leaving Kean who was still silent with his thoughts.

Curiosity arose when he saw Disa's cell phone lying on the table. He secretly took Disa's cell phone and contacted her. He wanted to know what name Disa used to store her mobile number.

One ringing makes Disa's phone turn on and display her name. A Korean script that appears. Gnashing his forehead slightly, he tried to guess what name Disa wrote.

“This what the hell does it mean?” grunted annoyed. He took a ballpoint from his pocket and wrote the Korean letter in his hand. “Must be clear, so I can scan.” Mumbled himself. Berdo’a course hopefully the writing is not erased by sweat.

“Iya bang, the noodles are complete aja.” His voice sounded quite loud.

Soon Kean put his phone back in its place. While tidying up his shirt and hair he pretended to do nothing.

“Please mr.” Can offer a glass of cold sweet tea in a large glass. The water droplets that condense make the drink look very refreshing.

Immediately Kean sipped his drink and ended up with “Aahh...” his thirst erased already.

Disa smiled to herself looking at her young master's behavior. It turns out he was really thirsty.

Before long, the cafeteria came to bring two bowls of noodles complete with eggs and a bottle of sauce.

“We eat noodles, sa?” Kean was quite surprised.

“Do you want another meal? There is also soto or fried chicken.” Feeling guilty because it seems Kean does not like the choice of food. All he knew was that noodles and pasta were his young master's favorites.

“No need. This is it.” Shortened leg.

“Good sir.” Pay attention to Kean who starts stirring his noodles and adding a little sauce. “Do you know the weirdness of a bowl of noodles?” ask Disa suddenly.

“What?!” it was about to go into that mouth a spoonful of noodles, and it didn't. He wanted to hear first what oddity Disa meant.

“Mie always feels better when made by the seller. Same different that we make ourselves.” His whisper then chuckled.

“Oh yes?” curious as well.

“Hem, please try sir.” Sahut Disa with certainty.

Without waiting long Kean immediately ate his noodles. It does taste good. This time he ate with a bar. Usually must be cold first in the meal so as not to damage his teeth. But this time, eating hot food even tasted better. Indeed magic.

Oh yes, what does the name Kean mean on Disa's phone?

****