Marry The Heir
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The conduct I thought was just a base actually happened. From afternoon Reza was at home with Ms. Nita. They brought me a grey midi party dress that I'm currently wearing.

Nita's choice is classy. This dress that looks simple and elegant is suitable for my body that is not too high but makes it not drown in the clothes I wear. Her shoulder was covered in a brucate with a few Swarovski stones as accents that beautified the dress I was wearing.

My hair was a simple arrangement, just in a neat braid with a slightly dangling front bangs falling on the left and right of my face line. The drawback, I am not good at berias, only using a thin powder and a little blush and lisptik red color that is not too bright.

I have not been able to dress up in the past. When traveling I only wear a sun screen, powder sprinkles and a little lip-brushing. That too much in my opinion.

I still remember, every time I dressed up a little bit pretty, Damar would just tease me. I went to the salon once, at a school farewell. I've been in pretty makeup but the spicy comments back I heard from Damar's mouth.

“Lo sure to school kayak gini?” Damar looked at me fixedly, like I had made a big mistake until it was not worth it to come to school.

“Meanings lo? I look weird, huh?” I looked at my face in the mirror. Honestly, I really admire the handwork of the salon mom near our house. Very manglingi until I didn't realize it was myself.

“According to lo?” damar's answer always made me think hard. With his leisure he gawked and took my handbag.

“Mong wait dong!” I held his hand, but he just kept silent not turning around. “Kalo lo say this is ugly, you have to tell me where the ugly place is?” I also commented for no apparent reason.

Damar sighed deeply, as if preparing his mentality before seeing my ugly look. After all, when did Damar ever praise me for being beautiful?

He looked at me for a moment before turning his face back. “Alis lo catapult, kegedean kayak sincan.” Well, the comment sucks, right? I reflexively touched my eyebrows which I thought was very neat.

“Pipi lo kayak hit tabok. Mata lo, what is the flame like in love gunpowder.” Damong, this is gliter. Haish, hearing her opinion even makes me insecure.

“And your lips, kayak so tired in the wasp bite continue to eat fried food. Blew!”

“PLAK!!” I finally hit his shoulder. I was ugly in her eyes.

“Lo yes by the way! It's me in the dandanin from the dawn! This fairy tale is the most suitable makeup for me, looks sweet and cute. In these fashion magazines again. Your eyes are butek!” kesel also feels, luring me to make angry only child.

“What magazine? Playboy!” the intensity is getting more frustrating.

“Iiihhh you yes!” I'm snarling pissed. Never mind, there's no point arguing with Damar. Make her an ugly girl. I leave him with a bent face.

“Woy! Where are you going? aren't you ashamed to go dress up like my mom? Woy disa!” his yell.

Akhs! I don't give a shit.

And this time, it's like I need Damar's opinion. If only I had been obedient to remove my makeup, maybe Damar wouldn't have gotten into a fight with the boy who kept teasing me. “Aah.. Damong, I dandan gini exaggerated no?” that's what I wanted to ask.

“Udah ready?” a voice sounded from my bedroom door. When I found out, Reza's sister.

He already looks handsome with a shirt paired with an official gray blazer like my dress and darker pants. It always fascinated me.

“Tok tok!” Reza knocked on my door again with a smile, apparently knowing that I was a little dreamy.

“Oh is already kak.” My leg while moving.

He looked at me and smiled and turned his face away. I know, he's holding back a laugh.

“Do I look weird?” lest Kak Reza's mind be the same as Damar's.

I waited for his answer impatiently. Already trying to look perfect, do not even look embarrassing.

“Beauty, you are beautiful.” Sahutnya with a smile that makes my cheeks instantly blush.

For a while we were glued to each other. Brother Reza looked at me and I was smiling indistinctly. Just this time someone praised me pretty and it was the guy I liked. Hah, I feel like I'm flying, hovering above the clouds.

“Yuk!” he added, extending his hand to me, like a prince welcoming the princess. Will I be a Cinderella? Ahhe.. My feelings are uncertain. Between nervous and happy.

I greet her hand which then holds my hand warmly. Yes, it's very warm and I like it.

We walked down the stairs, my thoughts were like listening to music dominated by the sound of the royal trumpet. In the family room there is already Bu Nita who immediately stood with her eyes widened when she saw me. Mrs Arini also tried to smile.

“Jesus!!! You are very beautiful sa...” yelled that reflexes embraced me.

I was quite surprised and just smiled. Didn't expect that Bu Nita's response would be like this.

“Em, thanks mom. This is because of her beautiful dress.” Timpalku glanced at Reza who was still looking at me with a smile.

“Not the dress that makes you beautiful but you who make the dress so beautiful.” Timpal Bu nita who is still attached to look at me.

My feelings rumbled, am I really that pretty?

“Ya already, time to go right?” Bu Nita slightly pushed my body closer to Kak Reza and Kak Reza embraced my body that almost fell because of the ozeng.

This is what I don't like, high heels. I was like walking on a rope that kept moving and made me have to balance my body. Very difficult.

“Yes you go. Have fun.” Mrs Arini added.

Hearing his voice I was really doubtful. Can I really go? And where is the young master, why is this hour not home yet?

“Why sa? Kean hasn't come home.” Madam Arini seemed to understand correctly when she saw me wailing.

“I, have not asked permission on young master, madam.” Even though the young master already knew I was going with Reza's sister, it wouldn't be nice if I didn't ask for her permission.

“Gak pa-pa sa. There will be me who change you take care of arini. Later I said directly the same keeno if he came home.” Apparently Miss Nita wants to put up a body for me.

“Yes, you go. Kean no problem kok.” Mrs Arini confirmed.

I lyrically Reza and she just nodded with a smile, we finally had to leave.

The journey is spent in a quiet atmosphere. Reza just turned a few times and smiling made me feel wrong. No talk material came into my mind to melt this stiff atmosphere. The long journey finally met the end when in front of us was seen the building where the wedding reception of Mr. Hilman's daughter in the title.

Get out of the car and Reza's sister opens the door for me. He extended his hand and greeted me with a smile. Oh my god, he looks so handsome.

Enough charmed Disa, don't be tacky. I remind myself.

After successfully standing up straight, Brother Reza pulled my hand and wrapped it around his arm. I hesitated a little, but then Reza clapped my hand to calm me down.

“Kak, I can not use high heels too, the road is not too fast ya.” My whisper. Honestly I'm embarrassed to say it but it would be more embarrassing if I suddenly fell and became the spectacle material of many people.

“I also don't want to walk fast. I want to enjoy our time.” His whisper makes my hair bristles.

Oh, my God, what did he say? He said he wanted to enjoy his time with me, is that right? My heart oh my heart. Don't let go, just calm down for a second.

I took a messy breath and exhaled it slowly. When I was ready I stepped carefully.

Apparently the wedding party of Mr. Hilman's daughter is not a joke. I just found out that his wife is one of the officials in the government. Many government people were present in addition to the lecturers and of course many students were present.

Upon entering the building, several people turned their heads towards us. I know, they noticed a handsome figure standing next to me. They were fascinated, what else I was beside him.

I looked at Reza's sister and she just smiled. "Calm down, just an hour we're here, after that I'd like to spend a longer time with you without them.” Whisper brother Reza.

“That's who's the same sir reza?” I hear the voice of a man, I lyrically he's a design boy too.

“That's right?!” sahut a Woman. I remember, it was Rianti's voice. “Sa!” the thrill ran up to me.

“Rianti!” sure enough this is my friend Rianti. I reflexively let go of my hand which welcomed Rianti's embrace.

“Wah, long time no see sa. You how are you?” the sound of Rianti's cry was one of the reasons I remembered it.

“Good ti. You how are you?”

“Good. Dihyou very beautiful anyway.” He pinched me with anxiety, embarrassing me.

“You are also beautiful. This must be the dress that you made at that time, huh? Very good ti.” I looked at the amazement of Rianti who was wearing her own homemade dress. In the past she often showed off sketches of this dress and after so it turned out to be more beautiful. Rianti is talented.

“You still want aja.” His ideal smiled happily. “Eh sir reza how are you? How can you guys do it?” apparently she just realized that there was Reza's sister beside me.

“Em, we,” confused also want to answer what. I lyric Reza She just smiled.

“I invited him to come.” The ideal with steady.

Gosh, why does he like to be so blunt like this, making my face red.

“Ohh... Cieee...” Riani nudged my hand intentionally and I just blushed in embarrassment.

“Yes, you guys have a chat first. I found out mr hilman first, hem?”

“Iya kak.”

Reza left and Rianti still looked at me in disbelief. After Reza left, Rianti began his curiosity.

“Ciee... You called reza sir, reza?” he asked directly to the point. I just nodded and smiled. “Yes, are you guys dating?” continued.

“Hah no kok!” this is my reflex response.

“Trus if not dating what is the name? Adek brother zone, friend zone, or jojon?” Rianti is funny sometimes.

A little thought, yes, my relationship with brother Reza is called what? Maybe friends. Or does?

“Lo there?!” there was a sound that shocked me.

“Hah, yes?” when I saw Amel. The most popular girl in our department.

“No, what I said. This is paradisa, the clown ancol!” amel made his friends laugh. Since when did they surround me and feel they had a chance to taunt me.

“Hay mel, how are you?” I chose peace, not wanting any problems. I give my hand, try to be friendly.

“Do not be familiar!” he brushed my hand. “Lo not wrong dateng with pack reza?” tanyanya.

“Em, no. Me and brother reza indeed,”

“Hahahahaha.. Kak reza he says.” Uh this kid's laughing. What's wrong?

“Lo not shy call him brother reza? Do you realize who? Ancol clown!” he repeated the call more sharply.

Since when did he know that I work as a clown?

“Lo really clown ancol sa?” asked one of the children, who was looking at me lightly.

I try not to bow down and not be weak in front of them. In this part, I'm not a cinderella they can beat.

“Iya. I used to work in Ancol as a clown. Is there a problem?” my fierceness made them round their mouths in shock.

What's wrong, I work in a halal way even though the results are not much.

“Ya problems are. You shouldn't come in this shirt, but your clown suit. Who knows the atmosphere here is getting lively.” Timpal Amel is looking at me cynically.

What's wrong with this kid? I think the problem of the design race I won just now doesn't go on and make him angry. Why is he still upset?

You need to know, Amel one of my rivals in the design competition on campus some time ago. I defeated him and it seems like he still can't accept it.

“Mel, you beautiful woman. But it will be more beautiful if you keep your words and attitude lo.” I ventured to deal with it which I felt was getting more and more insolent. He still smiled with his haughty attitude.

“I am beautiful! Classy and you know how I am. I'm not a cheap woman like you who used to be a clown entertainer and is now a comfort woman. Pantes aja lo out of campus, money lo less yes if only a clown?!” Amel whispered sharply at his last sentence, he really tested me.

“Jaga mouth lo.” Reply with the same whisper. I don't want people to hear our debate.

And what the hell, why my arrival even became a bulian event for them.

“What is this?” ask a voice that is none other than Reza's sister.

“There is nothing sister.” I immediately held him back from getting involved.

“You all right?” tanyanya.

“Ya, I'm fine aja.” Why is it that when asked like this it becomes sad?

“Amel did design female entertainer sir.”

Rianti, why did he say? It was a simple mouth, like an elementary school boy who complained to his teacher.

‘What?!” reza's voice began to rise.

“No pa-pa brother, they're just kidding. They're just,”

“I'm serious sir.” Timpal Amel confidently.

Akh Amel memag can not be brought compromise. Look within moments Kak Reza's face turned ghastly.

“Be careful you talk. More about disa. You can say anything, but not such condescending words. She's a good girl. So, take care of your mouth.” Reza's words sound strong.

I saw the seriousness of the words he said. God, why is he so good. Was my mind wrong about me not being special?

I did not listen too much let alone the words spoken by Amel. I feel deaf. I don't care about their next discussion. I only focused on the man before me who within moments pulled my hand and took me away.

Brother Reza, what kind of feeling is this? Please don't make me wish.

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