Marry The Heir
I just know, I have to go home

“How long will you be there sir?”

“Only one night. Tomorrow afternoon I go home.”

Disa and Kean were talking on the phone. Kean told him that he had an out-of-town event that required him to stay the night. He was asked to prepare his needs. Even if only one night still the goods he brought must be complete. Starting from toiletries, clothes and other personal items. On the walk in closet is Disa at this time.

“What kind of event do you follow?” still looking at the row of Kean clothes lined up neatly in the closet. There is no idea what kind of clothes he will prepare. Though men's clothes will not be far from shirts and suits.

“Formals. I'll meet a business partner who's having her son's wedding party.”

“They're Indians and I haven't thought of wearing what kind of clothes. Maybe a suit.”

Kean sounded unconvinced, and so did Disa. If you remember Kean's partner is Indian, usually the clothes they wear colorful in complete with silk shawl. Not only for women, but also for men. Imagining Kean wearing light colored clothes and shawl made Disa want to laugh. Funny to see Kean wearing Indian clothes. What exactly is cool?

“Usually they use Kurta Pyjama or Sherwani for party events. Will you wear such clothes?” mention two types of traditional Indian clothing that he knows.

“What kind of clothes is it?” I don't understand the term used by Disa. Maybe from silk cloth and the like.

Lucky Disa has read about traditional clothing in Asia. The term for some clothes that are quite unique, makes Disa easier to memorize.

Kurta Pyjama is a dress worn by men. In the form of a lower top suit, with a top like a robe but with a knee length and subordinates in the form of trousers. The Pyjama kurta is commonly used throughout India in everyday activities, festive events or traditional ceremonies.

Sherwani is a long robe worn by men. Sherwani has ornaments in the form of embroidery gold threads on the chest. Sherwani's clothes are usually worn in official occasions.

I don't know which is better suited for Kean between the two.

“I send the picture sir.” Timpal Disa later. He intends to choose a bright color for Kean and wants to see what his reaction will be like.

“No need. I'll see directly.” Kean quickly denied.

“Hah, see directly where sir?” a little confused, was it possible that his young master went straight to the store to buy the clothes? Sultan mah is free, everything they need can be purchased directly.

“At home.” Tandas Kean ended his call.

“Hah?” Is still with his smiley face. He didn't hear wrong, did he? At home, isn't his young master in the office?

Immediately out of the walk in closet when hearing the sound of a car entering the yard. Quite surprised when he saw that the one who came was his young master. Apparently when they called Kean was on the road. How could the sound of the car not be heard?

Don't be stupid Disa, Kean rides a luxury sports car instead of a bajaj, aca-aca. Almost without sound.

Seeing Kean go home, I don't know why Disa's lip line was interested. He smiled, but at the same time his heart felt dull. The man had managed to get through many things that he feared while Disa was still on the road in place. Nothing had changed from him other than an increasingly powerful feeling of worthlessness.

Maybe he should get out of this situation. Stepping away and looking for a better situation.

“DISA!”

“YA ME!” kean's voice always surprised him, making his focus instantly go up 100%.

His long legs and wide strides made Kean so quickly enter the house.

“What does his shirt look like?” apparently he was in a hurry because he had to see firsthand what Disa said earlier.

“Oh this sir.” Isa is approaching soon. Take out his phone and look for some references to the type of Indian custom clothing that he mentioned earlier.

“This sir.” He pulled out his phone and showed me some pictures.

Kean picked up Disa's phone and noticed some clothes. It's a strange and unusual look but if he dares to wear this, maybe his business partners will be even more flattered. This is important to increase the loyalty of his business associates. Feel respected and appreciated.

Seeing Kean who was busy choosing, Disa was even fixated. He looked at his young master who was standing before him with a serious face. Why is it so interesting the expression he shows? Though that's the usual thing can be seen almost every day.

His dashing body, charismatic character and handsome face, Disa is convinced that Kean is the ideal male type for Women. But at a time like this, why should he think about it? Why did he burden his own mind with the things he should have stayed away from.

After seeing the pictures shown by Disa, Kean immediately contacted someone. Look, the way he just called was so dashing.

“Roy, I will send you some sample clothes. Before coming here, you bought it for me and you. We will wear traditional dress india.” Kean gave the order. Always be firm and clear.

Nothing is difficult for a sultan. The difficulty only belongs to Disa who must incubate, holding herself back from dissolving deeper into the charm of a Kean.

The timing is not right Disa. You should avoid, not be fascinated. Lisa reminded herself. I don't know what Kean's next conversation was, Disa only focused on Kean's gesture and his lip movements when giving orders. Also the gaze of his eyes that occasionally glanced at Disa.

God, why is my heart beating so hard?

*****

POV Kean:

I'm still very upset to remember today's circumstances. Just intended to have lunch at home but Roy reported that he forgot to deliver a wedding invitation from a business partner.

“Damn!” Towards the weekend, I should have spent it at home but this instead had to go to Bandung to attend an impromptu event.

As long as you know, traffic jams on Friday’at what else to Bandung, it is not something easy to tolerate. The toll road alone can still be jammed, what else are ordinary roads. I don't know how many hours I have to spend to get to the venue.

At the rest area, I asked Roy to pull over. It felt so anxious to see Roy let another vehicle get ahead of us. I asked for turns to accompany and Roy was quite a passenger only. He refused but when I said, “You're too slow. I'm not that patient.” He immediately complied.

Apparently he was quite self-conscious that I could carry this car much more proficiently.

Riding the car at high speed, I took the slightest chance. Roy held his seat belt with a tense face. Like getting entertainment when seeing Roy's face tense instead of feeling saturated because there is no resistance from other vehicles.

Entering the entrance of the maleganese city, I immediately remembered Disa. When I said I was going to Bandung, his face looked sad. Hearing the word Bandung, I sure made him remember his family. In a city this beautiful, in which corner did his family live?

“Master, be careful on the road. Go home safely.” I still remember the last sentence Disa said before I left.

What's wrong with that girl, why is she soaring?

But honestly, the message made me more alert in driving. I had to go home safely to see his face again. Eh?

“Hotelnya in front of mr.” Roy pointed to a five-star hotel that was the venue for the event.

We deliberately stayed here, to make the accommodation easier.

I immediately turned into the hotel area as soon as I got the opportunity from another vehicle. It is quite difficult to cross the streets of Bandung on a weekend like this. We're down in the loby. It's getting dark and I need to get ready.

I was still looking at the clothes I was going to wear. One Sherwani stel is black with fabric fibers containing gold. A little glossy and this makes me not too self-absorbed. While Roy, he wore Sherwani khaki color, similar to the play of the protagonist bucin in Indian films. Maybe he was already preparing to sing or have a cheer to tease an Indian girl. Watching his high crest loom, Roy was really trying to create chances.

But of course, his appearance was no better than mine. Haha.. I have to be confident, right?

“You are ready sir?” stand up when I see you move from the mirror.

“Hem.” My solute.

We went straight out of the room. Looks like the show has started.

Music and dance became our welcome at this event. Colorful sarees, sparkling decorations and brightly made lights give the impression of luxury at this event.

I used to see mamah watching Indian movies where the focus was on singing and dancing. I think it only happens in their movies, to add a warm impression they give music treats that make the body sway. But it turns out that in the real world it is like that. Undeniably, the atmosphere did get warm .

“Oh hello Mr kean. Glad to see you can attend.” Greet Mr. Anand, the owner of the show.

This fat man reportedly has lived long enough in Indonesia even his first child he said was born here. He is the representative of the fabric importer who is our business partner. It is not strange that the Indonesian language is fluent.

“Thank you for the invitation. Congratulations for your daughter's wedding.” We shake hands familiarly.

“Thank you. This event is a tradition in our country. My son-in-law is an actor there. So this event was purely the idea of my daughter and her husband. Hope you enjoyed it.” Anand praised proudly his two children who were sitting at the temple. It was a celebration party. He said for his own wedding, made more private to be more solemn.

“Good, enjoy the party. In a moment, my daughter will be performing.” Whisper Anand, again with pride.

“Thank you mr. anand.”

Trying to enjoy the party and mingle with some people he knows. Kean took the drink on offer. Sitting on one of the chairs while Roy is busy getting acquainted with the Indian girls who he finds very interesting.

One sip of a drink at Kean's enjoy. The frenetic atmosphere in this room does not necessarily make his feelings carried away cheerfully. There was a sense of desolation and emptiness that perched in his heart.

Hah, I don't know why he suddenly missed Disa. His voice continued to ring especially the sound of his laughter just before he left earlier.

“Don't forget to try dancing master. That's a form of respect for them.” He's like my tease. Where might I dance indian.

I don't hold it, it's really upset that it feels like being stuck in a rut like that. But I sneered I heard him chuckle. Maybe his brain imagined me dancing. Crazy, what was I like on his mind? Just make me curious.

The sound of music was slow. A man under the floodlight was playing his piano. The people clapped and the boisterous sounds only lasted for a moment. A Woman approached him, sitting beside the man with a seductive smile. Maybe that's Mr. Anand's daughter.

Looking at the lovers in front of me, they looked very happy. Apparently this was the appearance Anand had told her about.

I noticed the intense interaction between the two. The man plays his melody while the woman sings an Indian song while leaning spoiled on her husband's shoulder. I don't know what it means, but from the interaction of the two, I caught them singing a love song.

People growled furiously as the girl teased the man, leaving the audience carried away. I kept smiling until I suddenly felt something was wrong with the woman. In my view, why did the girl start to look like someone? Is there?

I blinked my eyes and rattled them to sharpen my vision. Yeah, that girl looks like Disa. His smile, his eyes. The way he touched the man who was so seductive made my hair bristled along.

The man kissed his woman's forehead back, who blushed embarrassed to make the romance both invite the envy of the audience. That intimate closeness of them like the world only belongs to two.

Wait, why does his face look like Reza?

I rubbed my eyes that felt like they were starting to go wrong. The more intimate the scene of the bride was the more I felt that it was really Reza and Disa.

Oh, my God, what happened to me? Am I drunk? Why does my chest feel hot when I imagine that what I saw was really Disa and Reza?

To kill the curiosity, I better check my phone. I see where Disa is at the moment.

Huh, why isn't it home? My home address and Disa's current address are much different. Tens of kilos of meters adrift. And when I zoom in, that address is Reza's gallery.

It was like a hard blow was hitting my chest, making me feel nauseous and sick at the same time. My mind is erratic. I don't want to be in this place anymore. I have to leave immediately.

“Master, what's up?” Roy noticed my uneasiness.

I just stared at it for a while, then “I have to go home.” My word.

“Home master? Did something happen?”

Argha! I don't care what Roy says anymore. I just knew that I had to go home and see for myself what Disa was doing in the Reza gallery.

Disa, what are you doing? Why am I so sad about this?

*****