Marry The Heir
Danced

John Mayer's Who Says was the voice of a hotel hall that became a party venue. Brata's corporate birthday party attended by many successful entrepreneurs and became the right place for Kean. A band sang the song from the stage with a manly voice from the vocalist.

From the direction of the door, Kean walked in disagreement with Disa. There was no arm-wielding event like the one he did with Reza, walking each one filled with a sense of awkwardness that had yet to be lost.

Maybe only Disa felt it because she felt this place was not the place she should have been with Kean. Breathe a few times so he can keep smiling even in a strange place.

“Can!” call Kean, it sounds obvious, not too loud.

“Ya I.” Disa is a little closer to Kean though still keep the distance.

“Be careful when interacting with people you don't know, especially men.” Whispered Kean while paying attention to the surrounding environment.

He saw several pairs of eyes fixed on him and Disa.

Disa is still dumbstruck, he can not distinguish what kind of people he can and should not serve when they greet him.

“Like the bald man.” Kean pointed with the corner of his eyes at the bald man who was playing wine in his glass while looking at Disa from a distance. Like expressing his admiration for the black-dressed woman.

“What's with that guy sir?” Curious. For him it makes no difference that man to the others.

“Do not return his gaze what else smile.” Gertak Kean slowly. Like not willing if the man continues to look at Disa.

Disa instantly changed her face mode from smile to flat. More precisely a shocked face.

“Ba-good sir.” He immediately turned his face away from the man who was smiling at him this time. Just make goosebumps.

“Do not also talk to men who look at you from top to bottom. The perfume stings. They're bounty hunter.”

“What?” this time, I was a little surprised. Scaring Disa in an effective way made the girl's eyes round. It's a terrible term Kean used. Are there really any types of men Kean mentioned? Why do they look the same in Hisa's eyes.

The corner of Kean's eyes turned to the young man who was talking to a woman and his hand was engrossed in a sensual review of the woman's back.

“You don't believe?” Kean took Disa to one corner and then took a drink from the waiter's tray.

“How do I tell the difference sir. They look the same.” Confused himself, there was no special marker of the male look in this room.

“Yes if you don't know the difference, then you don't stay away from me. Sit.” He said, draw a chair for Disa.

“Good sir.” Like a boy who was afraid of zombies, Disa complied with a face that looked scared.

Calms his own feelings even though his eyes are still around watching the people around him. Can take a glass of water from the tray that the waiter thrusts, but when he will drink it, “Do not drink!” exclaim Kean.

What else is this a miskah? Almost the water in his glass spilled.

“Why master?” since then, Disa has been holding back thirst.

“That alcoholic beverage.” Firmly Kean who put the glass Disa with rough.

His lips were round, I just understood.

“My credit. I have to meet someone.” Kean pulled Disa's hand, making Disa look at her hand that Kean held suddenly.

He was not out of thought with Kean thinking, at this party many beautiful women, where there might be men who glanced at him. These entrepreneurs must have high standards for women who will be around him.

He brings Disa to meet a middle-aged man who kindly welcomes Kean.

“Kean, thank you for coming. Om very honored.” Brata welcomes Kean with an embrace.

“Sama-sama. I am also honored to be here.” Timpal Kean smiled diplomatically.

“Who are you coming with?” Brata noticed Disa who was standing behind Kean.

“Oh, this is disa. Visa, this is about brata, Claire.” Kean finally introduced each other.

“Wah, you know Claire too? Friend Claire where?” Brata stretched out her hand, about to shake Disa's hand.

“Em I,” reply Brata hand out with doubt. He glanced at Kean who was only silent in his place. Does he have to say that he's the young master's servant?

“We met at home kean pah.” The voice of Clara suddenly sounded.

The girl looked beautiful in a maroon-colored dress that looked in contrast to her smooth white skin. If there are mosquitoes that perch, it must slip. It is different from the aura of a model.

Disa just smiled, thank God Clara saved him from humiliating Kean.

“Gue kira lo will not dateng.” Staring at Kean cynically, he thought with Kean's request to refuse their matchmaking, Kean would start to keep his distance from his family.

“This invitation directly from your papah, there is no way I did not come.” Kean tried to look formal while talking to Clara. He should respect his best friend's parents.

“Yes already, you guys chat first, papah nyapa other guests.” Brata smiled warmly, it seemed like she was very happy with Kean's arrival.

Kean only nodded as Brata patted her shoulder.

After Brata died, Clara's facial expression returned to cold mode. He looked at Disa with the cynical look she used to show. “Lo not wrong bring him?” he blatantly expressed his dislike for Kean choosing to bring Clara.

“Why? It's up to me dong to bring whom.” Timpal Kean indifferent. For him he will only bring Disa or not at all.

“Crazy, you want me to be with him. Which is really lo.” The stingy Clara who did not receive in isolation with Disa.

“Bodo!” Kean refused to argue. He preferred to pull the hand of Disa away from Clara.

Like the stuff that was brought to and fro, Disa just followed without being able to protest.

As they were walking, the lights were suddenly turned off. Just the dim light of some lights lit up in the corner of the room, making the atmosphere feel romantic. The music flowed slowly, from the song up beat turned into dance music.

“Good, to enliven this event, let's start with dancing. Please approach each other's partners, invite the most beautiful women near you to dance.” Said the MC who echoed with a loudspeaker.

The guests present immediately pulled over, as well as Kean and Disa. A pair of guests advanced first into their midst and began to dance to the music.

The longer it takes, the more people come forward and dance. Close each other with each other and move slowly. Very beautiful, when colorful dresses decorate the dance floor.

“You tried it?” haggle Kean suddenly.

“Em, not sir. Thank you.” Disa pulled her hand which turned out to have been held by Kean. Where maybe he danced, if he was told to take a firm step, then he could.

Not wanting to get a rejection, Kean pulled back Disa's hand, until he got closer to her. His body jerked and almost hit Kean's body. His eyes were round, still very shocked by Kean's sudden hand pull.

“No sir, I can't.” Resist Disa, pushing Kean's body away.

But Kean did not let go of his hand. “You have promised to accompany me, then fulfill your promise until it is completely finished.” Very clever reason Kean so that Disa does not reject it.

“But, I,” really don't want to embarrass myself, he has to reject Kean's request.

“Just follow my movements, I will move slowly.” Kean's words sounded more like a warm whisper in Disa's ear.

“But I will make you ashamed if I fall.” Lirih Disa while biting her lips.

Kean smiled faintly, with his gaze fixed on the two brown beads looking doubtful. “What's wrong with ever looking embarrassing?” Kean pulled Disa's left hand for her to hold with his hand and then linked their fingers which she then held tightly. His right hand was placed on his left chest while his left hand was coiled around His waist.

The very close distance between him and Kean made him flutter. For a moment they looked at each other, like they were diving into each other's minds.

Kean began to step on his feet, followed by Disa. One two footstep alternately they do. It turns out that Disa learns quickly. Either his good reflexes follow the strains of music that sound romantic.

“You like it?” whispered Kean who brought his body closer to Disa.

Disa was only glued and lowered her head. It does not feel because it continues to settle Kean's eyes that are getting longer and more page.

3 Minutes passed, they were immersed in a dimension they had created themselves. Like there were only the two of them in the middle of the vast dance floor with the dim light on. The scent of flowers that filled the room combined with the wind that sent the wind that blew the hair of Disa to slowly swing along.

There was no feeling of other people enjoying the atmosphere of shahdu that Kean never wanted to end.

Kean's breath blew softly with a gaze that he had never diverted from Disa's eyes, lips, nose and entire face. Disa's cheeks looked flushed, making Kean smile thinly with a heart that felt pounding very fast.

It felt like this was the most beautiful time he had ever passed from the many nights that always made him feel lonely and alone.

The song changed and the dance continued. Kean slightly bowed and held Disa's hand around her neck while both of her hands circled Disa's waist. His feet kept moving left and right in the rhythm of music. Their distance was getting thinner, like the middle of sharing air blowing between the two. Warm and warm.

The longer, the more pleasant it was to see the red face of Disa blushing and her irregular breathing. Sometimes he sighed deeply as nervousness perched in his heart, as did Kean. But more than that they seem to enjoy times that they might not be able to repeat.

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Stand in front of the toilet mirror with the breath that is trying to set. He looked at his face that was still flushed even after drinking some water. He supported his body by holding on to the sink, like it would be uprooted for too long to hold his breath when the distance with Kean was too close.

Without him knowing, his breath he tried to set so as not to damage the atmosphere that was created. Doesn't he want this closeness? Doesn't he know his limits with Kean? Why can't his body refuse?

Loving a process can sometimes easily lead to drowning.

Disa closed her eyes but what was seen was the image of Kean's face that was very real in her eyes. His smile, the look in his eyes did not necessarily disappear when Disa shook his head to expel all the feelings that felt arched. What happened to his heart that was pounding as the memory of the fragrance of Kean's body seemed to spoil his kiss.

His warm breath and mixed with the smell of mint, gave a different sensation when it hit his face. What the fuck? He was completely immersed in the thoughts created by the overly comfortable atmosphere.

“Can, don't think things through. This is only part of your duty to accompany the young master. After this, everything is done.” He was muttering those words in his head. Awakening oneself from a situation that should not have entered into his subconscious. But why did his hair still have to be bristled as he recalled Kean wrapping his hands around his waist?

“Enoughly there! ENOUGH!!!” He shook his own brain that did not stop thinking. Once he wanted his brain to stop thinking and let what happened just happen without having meaning.

After sighing in a few breaths, it felt like he was starting to be able to control himself.

Get out of the toilet feeling better. He can smile without burden. Take a glass of orange juice offered by the waiter to him and sit in the place that was chosen by Kean.

He tried to enjoy the taste of orange juice in his hands. Sweet taste and a little fresh sourness, making his mind start clear. From a distance he saw Kean who was talking to several people, maybe both businessmen. Kean's attitude looks more friendly than he usually interacts with others. I don't know, maybe she feels comfortable.

“Nona paradisa?” greet a servant who approached Disa.

“Iya my own, what is it?” Disa was quite surprised when the man gave her a piece of tissue.

“For you.” His words were then gone after Disa received the tissue.

The neatly folded white tissue slowly opened it. There's a letter in it.

“Room 9012. Or people will know, who is the girl who brought kean to this party.” The handwriting that clearly pitched this threat immediately made Disa riveted.

He looked around, trying to find out who sent him this writing. He saw the bald man Kean had shown, but he was chatting with a young woman. They throw laughter at each other. It was impossible for that man to send him.

Then young men with neat looks and hobbies trace the lines of the female body, also in another corner. He was talking to a middle-aged man, very familiar as they were well acquainted. He is also impossible.

And Clara? Ah mana maybe the girl who was spoiled on her father's arm sent Disa this kind of letter.

The waiter passed behind Disa. Put down another piece of tissue and he quickly left.

“Mas!” call Disa, but the man quickly disappeared among the crowd of people. Damnit damnit! Disa couldn't question him.

“9012. My time is not much.” Again, the threatening letter was received by Disa.

It seems like there is no choice. Can squeeze the tissue with annoyance. I don't know who's playing with him. He got out of his place, walked out of the hall and looked for an elevator that could take him to room 9012. He had to meet this person before humiliating Kean in front of so many people.

Hah, who exactly is this guy?!

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