Marry The Heir
Happy is contagious

According to Nicholas Christakis, a psychology and sociology practitioner from Harvard University, happiness is like the flu that is contagious and spread from one person to another. It is proven that if we live with happy people, we will also be carried away happy. That is why it is so important to choose the right environment to feel secure and happy because one of the things that have a big effect on our happiness is the environment we choose.

Just like Arini is feeling right now. He held a lot of his cheeks that seemed to try to laugh widely but the nerves in his facial muscles could not function optimally. In front of him was Nita who had just thrown a joke of their youth story that was very exciting.

Starting from the story of Nita when expressing love to a man she knew through social media and was not as handsome as her profile photo until the experience she threw away the wind on a first date with her late husband. It turns out his youth was quite effective. They are like nostalgic.

Disa laughs at Nita and Arini's conversation.

“You know rin, mas pras it's OCD. He doesn't like disgusting and dirty things. When I let out the wind and was horrified by him, almost our date failed. But lucky he didn't get illfeel.” Her chattering with a crisp laugh.

“Mas pras is in love at first sight with you, there is no way that he is so full of illfeel.” Arini chimed in, trying to laugh.

“Em yes...” Nita's laughter begins to stall and turns into a faint smile. His round eyes blinked slowly as if he was repeating his memories in the past.

“I'm 8 years dating same mas pras. 14 years married but it feels like just a blink of an eye. Since there was the first child until the last reza, all passed so quickly.” Nita's face started to wither. She tried to smile but her heart was still very sad to remember the departure of her husband who felt too fast.

Arini rubbed his best friend's shoulder, trying to encourage Nita. “22 years is not a short time. You have many memories for you to remember and make mas pras feel alive. At least in your heart and mind.” Arini. She remembered how the romance of Nita and her husband often made many people feel envious.

“Ya, sure. Mas pras has always lived here rin.” Show Nita to her left chest. Arini nodded.

“Kok even so melow gini yes. Udah ah, we continue to cook it.” Imbuh Nita sighed deeply. She tried to get rid of the sad feelings that sometimes still often stop by when remembering the memories with her husband.

In the kitchen they are currently in, preparing food for lunch and making some easy desserts. Nita who thought of the idea of the menu and Disa who executed all the instructions Nita, which should be cooked first. While Arini, present as an encouragement.

“Reza not finished yes chat?” ask Nita suddenly.

Can peek a little Reza who is still talking to a woman who is none other than Ellen.

“Not yet bu.” Legally.

“Whose name is he?” Arini was curious because it had been almost 2 hours they had a serious conversation while looking at the laptop that was lit in front of them. There were also some files stacked around them.

“Ellen, his friends are both lecturers.” he said lazy.

“Lately he's been here a lot. Sometimes the same with his daughter.” Nita's face was slightly upset, as she recalled what the situation in the gallery had become too noisy. He seemed unwilling if his son was often visited.

Hearing Nita's words about Ellen, made Disa also pay attention to the beautiful woman with tears in her eyes. His smart appearance is indeed very suitable with his title as a lecturer.

“Emang he did? Not just temen same time reza.” Arini's sentence makes Disa really wait for Nita's answer.

“Ngak. He's here because he's asking this much for help. Previously, check the laptop that had trouble. Once upon a time it was a matter of meeting on campus but often bring his son to learn piano, he said he wanted to be a pianist kayak reza.” Nita shows an expression of dislike complete with a decoy at the end of the sentence.

“But I'm sure, they're just friends. Reza is just being nice with him anyway.” His impression while glancing at Disa and smiling.

He smiled, not knowing what to say.

“Sa, please take mushrooms in the refrigerator. We stir-fry for extra.” This time the order was addressed to Disa.

“Good bu.” We headed to the refrigerator at the end of the kitchen. Looking for the material that Nita meant until she finally heard Nita's conversation with Arini.

“That woman is in trouble like her husband. Want a divorce. I was worried that he would come here often. Fearful of reza swagging in their troubles. That's not so." It was clear to hear the anxiety of a mother who did not want her child to be involved in the problem. Maybe that's what makes Nita show an expression of dislike to Ellen.

"Said she's an affair. Horrified right?” Nita tries to whisper to Arini but can still be heard clearly by Disa.

In his hand, Disa holds the mushrooms that are still in the box and covered in plastic wrapping. For the time being it seemed like he was just waiting until Nita's talk was over. Because Nita does not want her talk heard Disa.

“Yes you be careful, do not forget ingetin reza. Tell me what it is if you don't like it too much. Do him good, too.” Timpal Arini whispered.

“Iya later I want to talk well with reza. Not good there are also women who keep going back and forth to this house while the problem of women is quite a lot.” Nita with her unanimous determination.

When their conversation was over, then Disa approached Nita. “This is mom, the mushrooms. What do you want to cook like?”

“Oh yes, on stir-fry. This is reza's favorite mushroom.” Nita Timpal.

Is according to. He began preparing spices and sauteing mushrooms as a last menu. After that place it on the plate and arrange it beautifully.

“Okey, the cuisine has gone all out. Sa, please tell reza yaaa if the cuisine is already mateng. Let ellen also chepet home.” cynical Nita later. I can't wait to get Ellen to leave.

“Good bu.” Can only according to although he himself confused what to talk like. What would he say not to offend Ellen.

Approaching Reza who was in the living room with Ellen, they still looked serious talking. It didn't feel good to suddenly come, pausing their chatter. Disa chooses to stay by the door while stealing to hear what they are talking about and wait for the right time to show up. It feels like a person who has no ethics because several times he must secretly steal the chatter of others so as not to offend them.

"Of the brain, don't think about their problems." Lisa reminded herself.

“You're sure you want to sue your husband?” reza asked that made Ellen seem to think. Apparently this time the conversation was about Ellen's household which made Nita worried. Reasonably enough because if missteps, Reza can be considered the source of the problem.

The beautiful woman took off her glasses and pressed the corner of her already tired eyes. He still looks gameless, considering whether to continue his plan or not.

“I have no place anymore and have no rights over my husband. Why should I survive?” sahut Ellen lethargic. Sounds desperate and sad at the same time.

“I really want to end this toxic relationship. But I also still think about the feeling of ghea. I don't want him to lose the figure of his father he loves so much."

"But I am also tired of constantly being attacked by terror with his wife Darwin.” Ellen cupped her face with both hands, then brushed her hair violently. His breathing sounded heavy like there was a burden placed on his shoulders.

Disa notices the way Reza looks at Ellen, attentive. It was almost no different from what Reza had done to her. Maybe Reza is good to everyone. He treats all women the same. So, why should he feel that Reza's attention lately feels special? What does the message of greeting every morning and the beautiful dream speech before bed that Reza sends? Or maybe he was just too confident to feel that everything was so special?

Disa stopped approaching Reza. He preferred to lean against the wall and think about how he would approach Reza later.

“Even if you split with your ex-husband, it does not mean that Ghea will lose her father's love, right?" their conversation continues.

"Your husband can still give the same attention to ghea. Nothing will change from the relationship of a father and his son.”

“They are one same blood stream.” Reza tried to calm Ellen down. “Most importantly, you are sure of your choice and you make sure after this, you will be happy. Because it's the most important for mental health Ghea.” Tandas Reza was smart.

Ellen only nodded at Reza's words. The woman sighed deeply then could smile in relief. The two looked at each other, like they were giving and receiving each other's attention.

“Still to thank you very much.” Tukas Ellen later.

Reza just smiled, then refocused on the laptop before him.

“Reza still not finished?” nita's voice resuscitated Disa from her daydream.

“Oh, that's bu,” Disa immediately straightened her body that was originally leaning weakly. Confusion explains what he hears.

“Still not home yet apparently.” Connect Nita who finally approached Ellen first.

What can be done, Disa was forced to come out of hiding.

“Wah, still chat yaa... Still much work?” nita's sentence sounds more like an innuendo.

“Oh aunt.” Ellen quickly stood up, seeming to be very surprised.

Nita only smiled cynically as she responded to Ellen, making the atmosphere feel uncomfortable.

“We want lunch, you want to join?” fix, this is satire.

Disa noticed Reza's expression that looked unpleasant. Like her, Reza was afraid to offend Ellen.

“Mah,.” Reza approached Nita feeling uneasy. He grabs Nita's hand but Nita doesn't seem to budge.

“Oh no need aunt. I'm almost done kok.” Ellen could feel the dislike aura of nita. Her cynically smiling lips and keenly staring eyes, showed clearly her dislike for Ellen.

“Len, you can stay for lunch first. Mama must have cooked some good food. Is it mah?” Reza tried to neutralize the situation.

Nita just sniffed her shoulders while looking at Ellen's things that were still scattered on the table, like asking her to immediately tidy things up.

Luckily someone came and broke their tension.

“Siang tan.” Sapa Kean's. He looked confused looking at the tense faces of the people before him. He glanced at Disa and Disa just smiled.

“Siang son, come in.” Sahut Nita later.

“Iya tan.” Yes, he should have just left. Just taking two steps, he glanced there. “You left mamah alone?” ask him firmly.

“Oh, I..” who was asked even stuttered. Confused between having to stay here or follow Kean in.

Kean gestured for Disa to come in and it felt like the right move.

“Bu, I go in first.” The answer is to Nita.

“Iya sa.” Nita said in a different tone of voice than when she spoke to Ellen.

Disa simply nodded before she left the people in the living room. He walked quickly after his young master until he was half running.

“Do not get used to involving yourself in the affairs of others.” Whisper Kean with great emphasis. He had been at the door for a long time, but people didn't notice. And when everything seemed tense, he went in to distract them.

“Ma-sorry sir.” Sahut Disa's.

Kean just shook his head, not out of thought with the girl who was always in the middle of other people's conflicts.

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