Marry The Heir
Body measuring

“Mba there!!” a voice that morning.

“Non fira?!” Disa who was tidying up the house was surprised to see the arrival of Shafira.

Shafira ran over to Disa with a breath of breath. His face looks tense. It was too early for him to come to Kean's house in his pajamas.

“What's non fira? Is non fira okay?” Disa watched Shafira closely. The beautiful girl looked fine just a little exhausted from running.

“Mba there...” suddenly hugged Disa tightly. “Congratulations,.” he added later.

“Congratulations?” Disa with her confused face quoted the word that Shafira said.

Shafira let go of her embrace and looked at Disa with a line of smiles. “Udah open email yet?” tanyanya full of search.

“Email? What email is non?” still not understanding Shafira's question and her smiling expression.

Shafira took out her phone from her pocket. He opened a web page which he then showed to Disa.

“I saw this announcement last night. Mba in top 10!!” shafira shouted back hugging Disa tightly. He is happy because it means the opportunity for Disa is wide open.

Disa was still sculpting, trying to gather her consciousness just a moment ago. In the top 10? That right? That question came to his mind.

“Yeeaaa!! As long asaatt!! Mba is great! Muach!” shafira reflexes kissed Disa's cheeks.

But the one who kissed was still silent. He still could not believe the news he heard. A few nights ago, he did send a casual dress design at 11 pm, exactly 1 hour before the collection time was closed. And today was like a dream, when he heard the news of making it into the round of 10.

“Yeah, mba there is still shocked huh? Sorry about ngagetin.” Shafira embraces Disa from the side, then rests her head on Disa's shoulder.

“I still don't believe non. My rival must be great and talented people all the time yesterday I sent you the second design.” Mumbled Disa while looking at Shafira. He did not expect Shafira to come so early just to give him this good news.

“Means I said mba there was great!” Shafira exclaimed confidently.

Disa just smiled, then rubbed her face covered with gratitude. Unexpected achievement in Disa and of course the way forward is not easy.

“Next week mba there must come to the hotel where there is an event. He said the challenge was still a secret. But I'm sure mba here can continue to the next round.”

Shafira tries to encourage Disa. All this time Disa was always there when she felt alone and needed a backrest. And this time, he was sure that Disa also currently needed the support of spirit.

“But, I'm not sure can go non. I can't leave my job.” her face turned sad. Although this is part of his dream but leaving an equally important job is very unlikely. All day she was outside the house and what if her big mistress needed her help.

“Mba there, danger me.” Shafira grabbed Disa's hand then clasped it tightly. He looked at Disa warmly, as if he was pouring out a passion for the woman before him.

“Mba here believe that this is a good opportunity to make everything better?” shafira asked with a stare. Disa nodded, yes this is indeed a good opportunity. If everything worked out, he could have his own pride in himself.

“Before, I told you the same about mba Dinar can join this race and bu kinar agreed. I'm sure this time, ma'am Kinar agreed. Trust me.”

“But this time the situation is different non fira. I have a bigger responsibility. Me,”

“Nothing different mba there. Many maids can replace mba duties here. I'm sure aunt arini understands.” too Shafira tried to convince.

Disa looked pensive, trying to weigh Shafira's opinion.

“What is this?” ask a sudden hoarse voice.

Disa and Shafira compactly turned their heads. They were so shocked when they saw Arini who was at the door of his room. So seriously talking until not realizing that Arini is already at the mouth of his room door.

“Ma-sorry madam, if my voice wakes up mistress.” Disa felt guilty. This is not the time for Arini to wake up but because the noise he made with Shafira has disturbed Arini's sleep.

“It's okay there. It's just, what's up, why does it seem like shafira is so happy?” gazing at Disa and Shafira alternately, while the one in the face turned to each other mute.

Disa shook her head, gesturing for Shafira to not speak anything. He did not want his personal interests to become a new problem.

Shafira smiled and approached Arini. Disa's eyes suddenly rounded to see the direction of Shafira's motion. Why can't the young lady compromise?

“Sorry because fira has disturbed aunt early in the morning.” Shafira began her sentence carefully.

“Fira does not mean just that there are important things that fira convey the same mba dia.” continued Shafira who smiled as she glanced at the pias Disa face.

“What's up? Can I know?” There was not usually anything that made Disa look anxious and that made her curious.

“Mba here, following the design race. Last night I saw the announcement of the mba in the top 10."

"He was invited to attend the next stage at one of the hotels in Jakarta. What can mba in dateng aunt? Fira pls..”.

Shafira looked at Arini expectantly. He knew Disa would not dare to ask Arini or Kinar for permission and might result in her opportunity being lost.

“Why don't you ask permission?” kean's heavy voice sounded from the direction of the stairs. I don't know since when Kean stood there, complete with his sportswear.

It seems that someone feels unappreciated. Disa let out a short sigh with a feeling that began to be uncomfortable. He should not have participated in this race especially without the knowledge of his employer.

“Mba says it directly.” Timpal Shafira who dared to look at Kean.

“Why? Afraid my mom won't allow?” walking closer to Disa then sat on the edge of the sofa with side-seeking. His gaze was so sharp that it made Disa go awry.

“Not like that sir.” His voice sounded hoarse. Because of the tension his voice was stuck. “I know I can't leave my job so I'd better not continue that race.” Imbuh Disa who swallowed his saliva roughly.

There was a bit of disappointment from his own words but he thought this was better. Should have been before he decided to enter this race, he asked Kean for approval first. At the very least, he should not feel disappointed because he had to end his business in the middle of the road.

“Absolutely who decided you could come or not if you did not say anything? How will you compete with others, debating the opinions of those who might bring you down if you yourself cannot speak clearly about issues like this?”

Kean was getting upset. For him the mind of Disa was too narrow. Too often feel bad, until finally he did not say things that should be said openly.

Disa can't chim in on anything. Only her eyes were glazed over and the feeling of being completely wrong over her careless attitude.

“Kean, darling, already nak.” Arini tries to mediate.

He understood, the position of Disa did feel wrong. On the one hand he has a dream but on the other hand, he has a great sense of responsibility on his job. And he should be grateful that Disa did not just leave the responsibilities of her job.

Kean let out a rough sigh, looked at Disa for a moment then turned his face back. He is upset that Disa still considers him and Arini as outsiders who do not need to know anything. Did he think Arini and himself would ignore this kind of problem without giving him a solution? Shallowly he thought.

“Can, come here.” Arini extended her hand to Disa. Like a mother who wants to take her sad daughter.

Disa approached and stood before Arini hesitantly. Arini grabbed Disa's hand then clasped it tightly.

“Why didn't you talk about this in the first place? Why don't you give us a chance to know your dream, hem?” ask Arini slowly.

Arini who looked at him pusar made Disa feel even more guilty. “I'm sorry madam.” Only that sentence was then heard.

“Listen, I know you do like to paint, can design and maybe many other things you can do without me know.”

“That's a blessing there, not everyone has it.”

“But, with you hiding it, you buried your own talent. You close the opportunity that might lead you to a better situation.

“You need not be afraid to say what is on your mind. You also need not be afraid to show your ability.”

“Do what you love and make you feel alive. Don't dampen your desire which will only make you regret.”

“If I can't help much, at least my son and I can support and encourage you. Hem?” arini said squeezing Disa's hand, giving her more strength. It's unfortunate that the dream just disappeared.

He dared to look at Arini. Her tears just dripped without her being able to hold. He felt really lucky to be in the middle of this family. It was unexpected that Arini and Kean cared about her. They even gave support without being asked.

“Thank you madam, thank you.” Lirih Disa who then sobbed.

“Sstt... Come here.” Arini pulled out Disa's hand and then hugged her. He rubbed his head gently and the longer the cry of Disa was heard. For a long time he had not come across someone who hugged him tightly unconditionally.

“Cry if you feel it's better. But after that, be strong. Face those who will be your opponents bravely, hem?”

Disa was only nodding while wiping away her tears. How can the morning start with a mellow atmosphere like this.

Shafira breathed a sigh of relief. He felt grateful that he could finally start his dream.

And back there, there was Kean hiding his smile behind his cold face. Little did she expect that her mother would give her total support to Disa.

“Stupid! You encouraged me but you yourself even learned to give up there. Stupid girl.” Inner Kean who was still at home looked at Disa in Arini's arms.

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POV Kean:

I just found out that Disa's a persistent. Although he said being a designer was not his dream from the beginning but when he stepped in and over time he began to fall in love with the art world that turned a piece of cloth into clothing that has a price sell height.

“If you don't aspire to be a designer, why did you step into that world?” I decided to pause the story this afternoon.

“Em, Because there is hope of people in it.” Answer's short.

I slightly scrunched my forehead and disagreed with Disa's opinion. I think we should be something we want to be, not because of someone else's request. If Disa likes to paint, why not become a painter, the road will be more wide open and fun because it does what we like.

“I do love painting even love her very much. But I realized, my love was not getting support and do’a blessing from people who are important in my life.” the sentence is always diplomatic.

“I could have followed the wishes of my heart but my priority at that time was to follow the requests of my uncle and grandmother.”

“As time went on I realized, encouragement from people was not the most powerful reason. Which makes me continue to design because on the way I feel in love with the world of design. My imagination is limitless and on the other hand I can follow the encouragement of the people around me. For that I survive.” It was the force that kept me quiet.

One more thing I didn't know about Disa but started to recognize. He is the one who falls in love with every process. He gives in to what happens to him and loves what he does without feeling compelled. Sounds sincere.

I'm a little envious. Because I can't be like Disa. When I want something then that is what I will love and I pursue without regard to other processes that I have to accept. Though it could be more fun than just craving the wishful thinking that I can not reach. Maybe that's what makes me often feel disappointed and cursed.

Until the evening came and my eyes were getting tired from staring at the television screen. While heading to my room, I still saw the lights of Disa's room light up. The door opened a little and I saw, he was still looking at the model in front of him.

Since when was there that thing in his room? I didn't even realize that now it was his partner for training.

I stood for a while in front of the door of Disa, watching her seriously design and occasionally approaching her mannequin. One more thing I know, difficult and limited circumstances never hinder Disa's steps. Every way he does to get the best out of the opportunity he has.

I realize, lately Disa has helped me a lot. Not only about work but many of my needs that he takes care of to complete. Maybe I should start helping him.

“You haven't slept?” ask suddenly.

“Gosh!” he jerks. My voice seemed to surprise him enough. “Goodnight sir.” He's starting to wake up.

Always feel lucky when I can see another performance from Disa. Every day I saw her in the maid's clothes, a neat appearance and an expanding smile. But this time it feels special because I can see him with his sleeping negligee that is only knee-length, the hair on the cepol was high and revealed his neck and of course a serious facial expression that he rarely showed. I'm sure, not everyone can see another Disa's appearance like this.

“Can I log in?” ask me for permission. I know, the room is the privacy area of everyone I can't just go in.

“Please mr.” Even though he looks doubtful.

I stepped in and noticed the model that turned out to be made of newspaper and cloth. Creative too.

“You made it yourself?” point me at the model in front of us.

“Em yes sir. A few days ago.” Legally.

He looked at his mannequin with pride. I know what it's like to enjoy something that we've worked so hard to make, so thrilling.

“What is the body size of your model this high?”

“Iya sir.” Nodding with certainty.

“Em, May I have an opinion?"

"Please sir."

I began to judge the mannequin before me. There are some weird ones. "If you may think, I think this is too short. In the world of modeling, the height of the middle part of the body of the model is mainly male, more than this. Unless you have your own ratio.” I am a little familiar with the posture of a model because some of my friends in America used to work as models.

He seemed to be thinking, serious enough that his forehead was wrinkled. “Em, I have never met a real male model. It means not paying attention to high details like the master said earlier.”

He seriously thought about the height of his model. Funny I think. A pencil tucked between her ear and her slightly pursed lips was a rare sight for me.

“Em, maybe you should think about the shirt later on worn by whom. Asian or european model. That's it.” Give me a little advice because I know he's confused.

He looked at the model and then turned to look at me, like he was comparing. I reflexively lowered my crossed hand in front of my chest, so that he could see clearly.

“With master only, the difference is quite large.” He muttered, really comparing me to his model. Of course, my body is athletic, much different from the models he makes.

“Aish! This is because I do not like drawing humans, so it does not have a perspective picture for human size.” His grunts were upset at himself.

“Hem, you mean, you don't like painting humans?”

Disa nodded.

I round my mouth in surprise. If I remember what is common in the picture Disa is the scene never drawing a face let alone a human body.

“Why don't you like painting humans?” i wonder. Too weird in my opinion because human paintings usually have more selling points like Monalisa.

“Because I'm afraid.” Answer's short.

“Loh, what are you afraid of? Afraid of being different from the original? It is natural, your hands and the hands of God are different.” Timpalku.

His face was serious, his face was serious.

“Because of the scary experience maybe.” He looked at me and his face still looked sad. I read it, it seems like there is a story that he will reveal.

“Then my father was a painter. He said, he doesn't like painting people because after he painted my mother, my mother died giving birth to me.” His sigh was rough, like there was a burden he was trying to lift but it was too heavy.

“I didn't believe it at first, but then I experienced it myself. I was fond of painting my sleeping father and not long after that, I lost my father.” Back to his rough breathing. I know, he's reminiscing about the most unpleasant times for him.

Neither me nor Disa, we both have our own fears. It's just that we pack it in a different way.

“But you believe, that death is in the hands of God, not in the hands of the painter?” my question was a little random but it turned out to be a little distracting.

“Sure sir. I strongly believe.” The one who tried to smile. I know, it's hard.

“Then, don't be afraid. As you told me, face that fear and never be left out so you can move forward.” I repeat the words that are so deep in my mind.

He was silent, then smiling. “You still remember him sir?”

I'm nodding. Seeing her smile always makes me feel better.

Wanting to end his attitude due to the painting problem, I finally offered something that was either appropriate or not. “Look it, consider me your model, you can measure my body and get a clear picture for the body of a model.” My bargain. Of course I am very confident because I realize I have a height above the average male in Indonesia.

He thought a little but then agreed. “Alright! How high are you, sir?”

“176 cm.” sahutku with pride.

Again he smiled, probably laughing at my overconfidence.

“Alright, please help you sir.” He's agreed. It turns out that my offer was not in vain.

“Hem. Start your work.” I stood straight beside the model and prepared to help her. Maybe by becoming a model can be a way to repay the kindness of Disa lately.

He smiled again, walked up to me and stood on his tiptoes in front of me. He put a meter around my neck and I reflexively bent over.

“No need to bend master, I can still reach it.” He said while holding a smile. Her nostrils were fluffy, making me turn my face to hide my smile.

“Good.” I just follow it by re-establishing my body. I noticed it stuck and made me feel at home. This is my chest why, the pounding is so tight.

I felt Disa begin to measure the circumference of my neck. Her delicate handkerchief made my hair bristle. As much as possible I held him back from shivering. He switched to measuring my shoulder, his lips muttered to read the numbers and then moved to measure the length of the shoulder to the waist.

After getting the right size, he moved behind me, measured his back and again I felt the sweep of his hand. Gentle, it almost made me shudder.

God, what's wrong with my body? Why is it so sensitive when Disa touches it?

A little shocked when suddenly Disa wrapped her hands around my waist. His short hands almost grabbed my body.

“CLICK!” it felt like I wanted to stop my time for a while and make her hands circle my body longer.

My God, my mind started traveling everywhere lest he do this to anyone else. Why was the time so short and I felt so disappointed when Disa had already taken a step away from me?

“Already sir. Thank you.” Reveal it.

I am really disappointed. Wait, doesn't he intend to make trousers too?

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