Marry The Heir
Trying to look worthy

It had been 10 minutes since Disa left and had not been seen back. Kean looked towards the table that was in Disa. The girl was not there, there was only a glass of orange juice in the half. His feelings are starting to get worse. Shouldn't have been gone all this time.

“I excuse me for a minute.” Kean told his interlocutor.

He looks for Disa to the table and around her but the girl is nowhere to be seen.

“Where are you sa?!” muttered Kean with an anxious face. He contacted Disa's phone but was not answered.

“Why?” ask Clara who saw Kean wailing. He's just gonna call Kean to meet his dad.

“You saw Disa?” Kean asked back.

“Ngak. To the toilet kali.” Clara silently.

“So she went to the toilet but left again. Now there is no.” Kean's eyes were still looking for the figure of Disa around the room.

“Udah you called?”

“No in charge!” the upset. At a time like this should be the function of the mobile phone really used by Disa.

“Ish where the hell is a child. Just watch!” grunts Clara upset. “Yes, I went there, I went to the toilet. Who knows he's stray.”

Kean and Clara began to split up, looking for Disa all over the place to the outside of the hotel. Honey does not even look shadow Disa.

“Me?” clara asked as she approached Kean.

“Ngak!” Kean rubbed his face rough. He had almost exhausted his patience in looking for Disa. “Where is the supervisory room?” suddenly he remembered the CCTV he used to look for the whereabouts of Disa.

“Gue ask waiter.” Clara called one of the servants and questioned the supervisory room. Not long before they immediately headed for the room the waiter mentioned earlier.

A man dressed in security guarding the surveillance room. Luckily there was no need to argue alot to see the footage a few minutes ago.

“Raise elevator.” Appoint Clara when you see Disa in the CCTV footage. “Where are the kids?” muttered.

Seen the number 9 button that is pressed Disa.

“Floor 9? Why her?” Kean started to worry. As far as Kean is concerned, no one knew Disa at this party. Is it possible for someone to contact her and ask her to meet?

“Come!” clara exclaimed, awakening Kean from her daydream. They ran towards the elevator that was used by Disa.

Clara pressed the elevator button but when the door opened, only she came in.

“Lo not coming?” looking at Kean who was just silent.

Kean seemed agitated to imagine that he had to come and be confined in an elevator or let Clara find Disa with a feeling that was not necessarily calm.

“Kean! Focus!” snapper Clara. Regretting once at a time like this Kean was even busy with his thoughts.

Kean only fell silent looking at Clara who was looking at him irritatedly from inside the elevator. He swallowed the salivamya violently trying to drive away the ruffles but immediately the shadow he was confined back appeared, making his body feel weak and his breath turned tight. His hands resting on the wall, trying to gather courage was not that easy.

“KEAN!” again Clara was bluffing. At a time like this Kean was only speechless with a stupid and frightened face. So sucks.

“Tit!” Clara pressed the button to close. There was no point waiting for Kean who could not control himself yet.

After the elevator doors closed, Kean looked at the thick iron ash door. He loosened his tie which felt suffocating. At first glance he remembered the words of Disa some time ago,

“I manipulate your mind sir. Though I should have helped you face your fear, not diverted it.”

“I have faith, every fear in the past must be solved entirely. Because when there's still nothing left, we'll never be able to step forward.”

“And should, I helped master resolve the fear in the past. Not suppressing it when the rest of the fear has not fully healed. I don't want to make you afraid to take a step forward.”

“So for now, face it. Trust me, you can get into any elevator without fear. Don't leave even the slightest fear that will torment your own master.” Tandas Disa with a look on him.

“ARGH!!” Kean was angry. Scrambled his hair and squeezed it. He was angry at himself. It feels like he wants to throw away his memory that makes him always feel in the pit of discovery and horror. At the time he had to save Disa but fear mastered it.

“The fear is not real, the fear is not real.” Murmured Kean who was pacing in front of the elevator. Trying to instill new affirmations in his mind.

“But disa obviously needs me.” Mumbled later. He stopped his steps, looking at his messy shadow from the reflection of the elevator door. Vaguely, but he could see that tense stupid face was so annoying.

“Yes, disa needs me.” He reminded himself.

With all his courage, Kean pressed the elevator button. He waited for the elevator to open. “Could need me.” that sentence is like a new mantra he repeated to gather his courage.

He stepped his legs that felt heavy into the elevator and leaned his body on one side. The smell of a burning object, the flash of a flame, the smoke that made it stuffy, the heat of the fire, felt like gathering attacked him. Kean clenched his hands, trying to brace himself against fear.

“Can need me.” He repeated his spell several times. Sensing the elevator moving up, he slowly closed his eyes. His lips continued to mutter reciting his incantation and hoped that he would soon arrive at the 9th floor.

Elsewhere

“Finally you came.” Welcoming a voice as Disa walks into a hotel room with the inscription 9012.

This spacious room with a European design feels like a narrow space occupied by a man sitting in the corner of a chair with smiling lips welcoming him.

He moved from his place and approached Disa who hesitated to enter.

“Bruk!” Marcel closed the door behind Disa with a single push of his hand leaving Disa's body cupped in front of Marcel.

Disa closed her eyes as the sound of the door jolted her body to aghast.

“How is the dance event with your young master, what is the fun?” whispered Marcel who was still reluctant to pull his body away from Disa.

It's nice to see a pretty face with thin makeup polish that looks tense as he approaches. He can breathe the fragrance of Disa's hair which seems to like Kean a lot.

“What do you want sir?” dissa's voice sounded vibrating despite trying to look brave, in fact the limit of his courage can be measured Marcel.

He pushed Marcel's body with both his hands making Marcel take a few steps back without taking his eyes off Disa.

"Awh!" Pretending to look weak by touching his chest pushed by Disa, then he chuckled. He did not intend to restrain the body of Disa but it feels very curious if he did not find out the reason Kean who enjoyed so much while dancing with Disa.

“Just want to greet you and invite you to have a little fun.” His ideal while offering a glass of drink to Disa.

Disa turned her face away, she did not taste to receive a red drink from the glass that Marcel was offering.

“Come on, don't reject it. We can have a little fun.”

He sipped his drink and returned to offer his drink to Disa.

Disa did not flinch and instead looked at Marcel in annoyance. There was a flash of anger on the look in his eyes and made his hands clench.

“Is this your way to get what you want? Threaten people, find people's weaknesses and then grab what you want?” Cana challenged Marcel bravely.

If it's true that Kean won't come, won't he have to face Marcel alone?

“Ya.” Marcel nodded. “And succeeded no?” Marcel in his fashion.

“Butinya you came willingly.” His impression with satisfaction at every word that came out of his mouth.

“Then what do you want? I am not afraid of you, nor do I have any weaknesses that you can use to threaten me, I,”

“There!” marcel interrupted Disa's sentence.

“The reason you came is because of the self-esteem of the oddity of some of your weaknesses. Didn't you notice?” Marcel is approaching. He drank the drink to the ground and groaned a little as the red liquid soaked his throat. It was sweet and bitter as it mixed in his mouth.

“I have an offer that will make you no longer feel burdened.” Bargain with confidence.

Cana rolled her eyes lazy. There is never a no-load offer if it is given by someone like Marcel.

“Leave a strangeness and come to my house." so lightly the sentence was pronounced Marcel.

"Serve me like you serve kean. Then I won't disturb the slightest strangeness.” Firm Marcel. His face turned serious as he made that offer to Disa.

In his mind, Kean turned into like this because there was Disa nearby. With the presence of Disa, Kean managed to overcome one by one the problem. Not as explosive as it used to be, calmer and his ambition is starting to look as if he is preparing to defeat Marcel, the man who is not supposed to be Kean's rival.

By keeping Disa away, Kean would be weaker and Marcel would be more free to take Kean down.

“No sir." refuse Disa raw.

"Even if I have to go, it does not mean I will come to you.” Resolute Disa without being able to argue.

“Disaaaa, you,” Marcel are getting closer, he growls in anxiety. Stubborn was also the woman before him.

Disa stepped back away from Marcel who was getting closer until his back touched the wall of the room.

Marcel smiled with satisfaction, in the eyes of Disa sharply. “M Surrender. Accept my offer.” whispered.

Disa turned her face away from Marcel and before long, she,

“BRAK!!” the door to the room is open.

Marcel turned his head and instantly his face turned tense.

“Claire?” name of the woman who broke down the door.

Clara doesn't chim in. He walked quickly to Marcel and, “PLAK!” one hard slap landed on Marcel's cheek.

“BAJING AN YOU!” he shouted with barking eyes.

“Claire, I can clearin.” Hold Marcel who immediately grabbed Clara's hand then he held it tightly.

“What do you want to clear huh?! You want to say that you prefer this woman huh?!” emotions have taken hold of Clara.

“EXIT YOU!” he shouted at Disa. How could Marcel and Kean both approach this lowly woman, he thought.

He pulled Disa's arm and pushed her out of the room and followed it with a slam of the door that was closed violently.

“Awh!” Can fall down. He felt his ankle hurt. He staggered, trying to get up.

In there, in there,

“Claire, I can clear. Everything is not as you see it. Me and disa,”

“Yes! You and the APA?!” clara shouted, unable to calm down.

“I asked you to come to see Papah. Show me your good intentions. Fight me in front of Papah. But you even,” he can't even continue his sentence.

He was very disappointed in Marcel. He sat his body on the sofa and cupped his face with tears that began to break.

Marcel's approaching Clara. He sat down in front of Clara.

“Claire, danger.” He took Clara's hand for her to hold. But Clara did not flinch. “This is how I try to look decent in front of your papah.”

“You know, when I first introduced myself to you, he said I was just a lowly man who had no future let alone the right to dream of you. I'm just a stupid businessman who has a lot of flaws and failures. I'm not given the chance to just say that I love you and will try to be worthy for you.”

“I,” Marcel choked. It seemed that he was at a loss for words to explain his condition to Clara.

Fighting for Clara in front of Brata is not easy. 6 years they are in a relationship and for 6 years also their relationship is not known by people. Only Brata knows that Marcel is approaching his daughter.

When Marcel first met Brata, Brata immediately rejected Marcel's existence. Not worth it, that's the reason.

In order to meet Brata's expectations of a decent man alongside his daughter, from a model, Marcel slammed the steering wheel into a businessman. Although being an entrepreneur is not his desire but for the sake of Clara, he is willing to bury his dream of becoming a famous model and choose a muddy path to become a successful entrepreneur.

All for Clara. Including when he was forced to take everything from Sigit and Kean, all for the sake of Clara.

What's wrong, if he struggles to get what he needs?

“Claire, please help me. I'm just trying to look worthy of you. There is no other intention. Please...” Marcel is really begging.

Whose heart is not broken to hear Marcel's confession, especially that of a Clara. He looked at Marcel with his wet eyes. He knew Marcel was trying really hard. And if Marcel finds out that Brata is setting him up with Kean, he can't imagine what will happen.

Clara's mind is fucked. There was nothing he could do but hug Marcel. He loved this man and could not imagine that he had to leave Marcel.

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