Marry The Heir
Don't be so good

On the way home, they spent it in silence. Only the sound of music heard from the music player in Kean's car broke the silence.

Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud became a loyal friend through the night's journey. In addition to the romantic lyrics that touch the heart, the sound of his guitar produces a melody that is so soothing. Coupled with the electric thump of his drum, making Disa have to work hard against the drowsiness in his eyes.

He yawns even though he tries to hide it from Kean by looking out the window. Repeatedly he rubbed the tears that came dripping after yawning. Where maybe his young master focused on driving and he was comfortable sleeping, then he decided to wake up.

Kean who noticed Disa, occasionally just smiled. Several times Disa almost lost her consciousness from falling asleep. But again, he tried to straighten his body so as not to get sleepy.

Lucky trip is not too long because the road is smooth. There are no passionate emotions that Kean must control when he has to race with other vehicles that sometimes get in his way. And again, he is not a person who can be patient with congestion.

What is preferred from night driving is the lack of noise and the smoothness of the road until the car can be run at high speed.

The gate of Kean's house was already in sight. The revelation, which had turned to watch, immediately opened the gate when it saw the dim light signal from its young master.

“Goodnight sir.” Sweepings.

“Night.” Only a short speech before he finally entered and parked his car in the yard.

Disa could sigh in relief as today's drama ended and return home safely. He looked at Kean who seemed to have no intention of going down.

“Where's your phone?” ask his young master.

“There's a lord.” His reflex reached into his own pocket.

Kean raised his hand, asking for Disa's phone.

“Em, please mr.” Tumbens without rejection.

Mobile phones are not too privacy for Disa. There was no important message in it that he had to hide from his young master. After all, the phone was bought by Kean, what harm would it do if his young master wanted to borrow it.

One thing Kean wants to do after tonight's incident is set up Disa's GPS. He did not want to be confused anymore looking for the existence of Disa who disappeared suddenly. He also synchronized the GPS of Disa's phone with his phone, he was sure he would not have trouble anymore when he had to find Disa.

“Tomorrow, you don't walk too much. If you want to travel by taxi. Focus on healing your legs.” The order was given by Kean while returning Disa's phone. It's finished apparently.

He glanced at Disa with the corner of his eyes and the one in the lyrics just nodded.

Disa could feel Kean's true attention being so great on her. Either because of guilt or he does care, which is clear to Disa Kean attention is too excessive.

“Master,” call him with doubt.

Kean just looked over without a sound. Still busy with his flat objects.

“Can you not be too good on me?” suddenly doors.

Kean scrunched up his forehead not too understanding with Disa's often random request. Doesn't everyone want to be treated well? What's wrong with this girl.

“Master is too good on me. please don't make me think a no-no.” Imbabnya.

It twisted its fingers interlocked with a sudden bursting feeling. What was with his heart, there was fear and happiness that came at the same time like the pounding of the waves that hit his feet, so strong that it hit him but then the fear broke it and drifted back into the free sea.

“What do you think?” Kean asked back. For Kean, it is not easy to understand the meaning of a woman's question. His sensitivity is not too honed about women's feelings.

They looked away at the same time. Stare at each other for a while like trying to guess the contents of the interlocutor's mind.

Disa just smiled then faintly shook her head. It seems he spoke wrong. Trying to turn his eyes the other way around in a sense is better than getting a look at the page from Kean. His feelings are not out of whack.

“No sir. Just some of my stupid thoughts only.” I am smiling blandly. He breathed deeply before finally saying goodbye. He's conscious, not Kean's part of understanding his feelings.

“I got off first. Congratulations malan mr.” Open the car door and get off barefoot.

He could feel the sharpness of the edge of the Japanese grass that he inched and made him realize the stupidity of the contents of his mind. Either because of a sprained leg or for other reasons, the clear tip of the grass feels so painful when it meets the nerves in the soles of his feet.

He walked by limping alone with long steps made to get home immediately. He needs to rest his body and mind that is starting to stretch.

“Stupid! You idiot! Stupid!” along the way it was only his brain that was crushed to condemn the unclear feelings he felt.

And his brain, come on, he shouldn't be thinking shit. Sometimes, some thoughts should not be said and some feelings should sometimes be ignored. Keep it, enough he knows.

Back there, Kean was still sitting in his car looking at Disa who was walking more and more away from him.

He was still thinking, what was this woman really thinking? What didn't he tell Kean? If there are things he shouldn't not think, what thoughts? Isn't it easier to say it directly on appeal to make him guess?

Room is where Kean is headed. For a moment he saw Arini who was asleep. Of course it's been quite a night. He stopped by for a minute to give Arini a good night kiss. When passing through Disa's room, the light was still on. Maybe this girl hasn't slept. After all, he also needed to cleanse his body from sweat.

In front of the mirror sat. He looked at the face he was cleaning with cotton. The remnants of make up he cleaned. It should be in the thumbs of makeup given by Shafira is good, when exposed to sweat it looks even better.

But that was not what made Disa suddenly smile.

He still laughed at his thoughts during the trip. “You're stupid.” Lirih Disa, looking at herself.

How could he think that Kean's kindness was something special. Isn't it natural that Kean is good because he can be kind to anyone including himself. There should be no thought that Kean's kindness makes him feel special.

Disa patted her own face trying to wake her mind of things she should not think about.

He stood in front of the mirror, looked at the dress that was still attached to his body and then turned around. One thing he is currently trying to believe, Kean's kindness is just a must on the woman he invites to a party. Like this shirt, Kean was given only to make it look worthy of being among the rich people who were at the party.

Then he should immediately take off his clothes and change with a negligee. It feels more suitable for him. There was no obligation he had to shoulder when wearing it. The material is cool and loose makes it able to breathe freely, not confined.

In his room, Kean was still sitting on the bed. Look at a picture he took secretly. This girl in black clothes showed her tense face as she was about to leave for the party this afternoon. I don't know why he kept looking at her.

A thin line of smile was seen on Kean's lips as he recalled the exhausting day he could have passed well. He took a bolster for him to hug while looking at the sparkling round eyes. It looks like this when Disa is dressed up. It was only fitting that a Clara could be so upset at Disa.

Just a moment ago, Clara sent him a message. Clara admits her relationship with Marcel has been going on for more than 6 years. Very great according to Kean because for the size of people who have high popularity like Clara, can hide his relationship with Marcel without sniffing media.

One message that Clara sent with emot devil at the end is, “Call the same server lo, do not be adept at godain marcel.” Scripting.

Apparently Clara still felt Disa was her rival even though she knew the reason Marcel approached Disa was to weaken her.

Weakening? Did ya?

A little bit of thinking from another perspective about her change. Sometimes he does feel like a new person when he wakes up and opens his eyes, he seems like there is a purpose he wants to achieve. If he used to be able to do everything as he pleased this time he thought more.

Then he was curious about himself, did Disa really change it? Can change only happen if we want to? So, what is the reason it started to change?

Always, before going to bed there were many questions that came to his mind. Usually everything improves again in the morning. But honestly, it made him unable to sleep quietly. There is always a feeling that has not been completely resolved.

And tonight, Kean's questions add up. What was Disa thinking? Why didn't the girl say it?

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A phone call paused Reza who was still busy with her book. He was busy turning a poem into a song that he composed himself. Not that he placed in some parts then he played, finally had to stop in the soles.

Who called him this late?

Reza checked his phone on the table. A name made him frown.

“Ya len?” the answer ended the ringing of the cell phone.

“Za, where are you?” ellen's voice sounded hurried. Like very panicked.

The calm woman who often spoke gracefully now spoke quickly. Not the usual Ellen.

“Za, ghea convulsions. It's me in the cab going to the hospital.” Ellen was quick. It could be heard his tears were broken even though trying to hold Ellen.

“Which hospital are you going to? I'm following up now.” Reza is not panicking.

“Hospital deket my house. You are here yes za, I do not know who else to ask for help.” Ellen's voice sounded clear. No more loud voices that seem to indicate that he does not need anyone.

“Iya I'll be there soon. Soon!” reza toilet. He immediately took his car keys and left the house in a hurry. It was 11pm but this was no reason for him not to see Ellen.

In the hospital,

Ghea on the blankar. Her high fever body and decreased level of consciousness made Ellen even more upset. There was a sense of regret when he remembered being too imposing for his daughter to follow many activities.

Not without reason Ellen did that. She wants her daughter to live a normal life, have lots of friends and no longer feel alone.

Ghea an intelligent child, he understood very well what happened to his two masters. He never again whined to contact his father or tantrums like a child in general. He was forced into adulthood at a very young age and Ellen was so sorry for that.

If Ghea is sick now, she must be blamed.

Ghea was taken to the ER room while Ellen could only wait outside. Her pale face showed her true panic. His eyes were swollen because he continued to cry when Ghea's condition worsened even though he had been given medicine.

Upset with herself being so negligent, Ellen fell crouching on the floor. He leaned his body against the wall with a growing permanence.

It seems like a long time ago the doctor did an examination.

“Len!” reza's voice made Ellen stunned.

He immediately got up and ran to Reza. “Za, ghea za.” only that sentence can be said.

“Ssttt you are calm. The doctor must have done his best to help ghea.” Timpal Reza rubbed Ellen's back. He was still quite surprised when suddenly this woman ran over and hugged him. Like it's very fragile.

“If something happens the same ghea, I can't forgive myself za.” Ellen blamed herself.

If only he had more time to take care of the ghea, maybe he wouldn't be this sorry.

Of course, if the priority was Ghea, maybe none of this would have happened. As a single parent, Ellen has to work hard to meet her needs and Ghea's needs. There was no choice but to give up his job, because that was where he could survive.

“Len, you don't think macem-macem. Better, you do’ ghea so that he is strong and well aja.” It also felt like Reza's heart saw Ellen.

Pulling his body slightly from Ellen, he could see Ellen's puffy eyes and pale face.

“You've come so far trying to be a good mother. I'm sure, ghea proud to have a mother like you.” It took a sentence of encouragement to strengthen Ellen who was very fragile.

Ellen was weak. She wiped her tears. True what Reza said, there is no point in condemning mistakes. Ghea needs her mother. Her mother is strong and strong.

Reza took Ellen to a waiting chair. He gave this woman a drink to calm her down.

Before long, the door of the ER room opened. “Family ghea ishana?” call a nurse.

“Iya, my mother.” Ellen quickly approached.

“Mari ma'am, doctor wants to talk to mom.” The door to the ER room was wider and Ellen was seated.

“I'm doctor candra, who handles Ghea.” welcome a young Doctor who reached out her hand.

“Ellen. How is my daughter doc?” I can't wait to hear the condition of his daughter who hasn't woken up. The longer the wait the greater the worry.

“Good, I will explain the current condition of mother's daughter.” Looking at Ellen more seriously, it was as if she was asking Ellen to be prepared to hear the worst thing she was about to say. Ellen nodded, ready unprepared, she had to hear the condition of her daughter.

“Mother's daughter has dengue fever.”

“Kejang that happened earlier, because his body temperature was up to 40 degrees.”

“The platelet levels went down, it looks like the mother's daughter has to get a blood transfusion."

"Unfortunately, blood stock with blood type AB+ is not in this hospital.”

Like getting a lightning strike, Ellen's body felt weak. How could his daughter's condition be this severe.

Reza, who was beside him, tried to calm down. He knew it was a hard time for Ellen to get through.

“We have tried to contact PMI, but there is only 1 pumpkin stock. Hopefully, soon there will be another donor who can donate his blood to mother's daughter.” Barracks doctor Candra with concern.

He understood the true nature of Ellen's immortality which he showed through his tears that flowed back.

“Can we contact another hospital doc?” ask Reza. He knew Ellen was unable to think clearly and could not make a decision.

“Can aja. We will help you to contact the nearest hospital. But it would be nice if there are donors from the family as well, so that handling is faster.”

The family? Ellen could only sniff. She has not had a family since she became Darwin's second wife. It is considered a disgrace that tarnishes the family name and they prefer to alienate Ellen and Ghea. If only he had not stepped wrong, maybe his life was not this difficult. At the very least, there was a family that could strengthen him.

“I'll look it up to another hospital doc. Please help.” Reza was confident.

“Good sir. We will give first the existing blood from PMI and hopefully soon get other blood.”

Finally Reza and Ellen could sigh in relief. At least they still have time to look for blood.

Ghea has been transferred to the treatment room. The little boy was still unconscious because of his fever which was too high. Slowly his condition improved after getting infusions of fluid and blood that had been almost exhausted.

Last night Reza went around the hospital looking for blood. It was past midnight and thank God there were 2 more blood gourds that he got.

Check on Ghea and Ellen's condition in the ward. Ellen still faithfully clasped her daughter's hand with a sad face. Occasionally replace compresses in Ghea's armpits. He said it was more effective at lowering fever.

“Hay,” Reza's voice is back.

“Za, are you back?” Ellen was still with her lesbian face trying to be strong.

Reza just nodded and walked over to Ghea. “What's the condition?” at the touch of Ghea's pale hand. Once a child this small must lie weak. Pahadal usually he is very cheerful, likes to tell stories and laugh.

“His temperature has started to fall. He said he finished this transfusion, his blood will be checked again.” He pointed to the blood-covered gourd.

“Hem, thank goodness. Have you eaten?” suddenly Reza remembered to offer a meal. Ellen who always set her diet with a strict diet, makes her worry that this woman does not pay attention to herself.

“How can I eat while ghea is still like this?” his weakness returned. If he could exchange, he would be willing to replace his daughter to lie on a hospital bed.

“You must also pay attention to your condition len. To keep ghea, you yourself must be healthy.” Ellen who always had to be reminded to eat, made Reza not calm.

Ellen just nodded with tears that melted back in her cheeks. He was so grateful that there were still people who cared about him.

“You go home, don't need me. You have class tomorrow, right?” look at the clock that is already early in the morning.

“Hem, I'll be home later, after the doctor checks ghea again.” Choose to sit on the sofa and pay attention to the drip infusion made faster.

It seems he can only calm down if he has heard the explanation directly from the doctor.

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