Marry The Heir
Maaf

“Can,”

Kean was still waiting for Reza's sentence to be paused by a heavy breath. He gripped the bottle in his hand firmly as if he was channeling his feelings of disappointment.

“Rolieve me.” Breath choked.

Like there was a bunch of hope that went along after the sentence was roundly spoken Reza.

Kean is still confused, he did not hear wrong, right? Can resist Reza, is it not wrong?

Didn't he really like Reza from the very beginning they met? What changed his decision?

They are both silent with their own thoughts and feelings. On the one hand, Kean also felt Reza's disappointment when he imagined the pigeon he almost caught flying far away and did not return.

On the other hand, what kind of feeling is this? Is it right that he feels calm at the same time? Is it too evil if the corner of his heart is a little relieved when he finds out that Disa does not belong to Reza.

Then, the happiness that Kean asked Disa last night, is it true that the girl felt it?

Kean rubbed his face violently. There were no sweet words he said to comfort his best friend. Rejection for Reza, who was a superior in attracting women, was not something he could easily accept. Perhaps his heart was hurt deeper and perhaps his disappointment was greater than Kean had imagined.

Maybe now Reza also felt the pain he felt last night.

It hasn't been 24 hours but things are turning around quickly. Last night Kean was made to cry and this time Reza's eyes looked teary. One thing Kean realized, Disa is a woman who is very careful with her feelings. His considerations were strong to decide he should be near who and who he chose to occupy the most beautiful place in his heart.

Of the many stories of the Casanova's relationship, Kean never saw Reza hit like this. He can still face the people around, can still laugh even though half an hour ago just decided his girlfriend and can still speak clearly about what he feels. But this time, it fell.

Is it possible that he has fallen too deep, anchoring his heart to Disa?

Like getting a great impact when in his heart and head when the unexpected sentence was said Disa. A rejection that he never expected before.

Disa who always blushed as she looked at him.

Isa who always misbehaves when he teases her.

Disa who always shows a comfortable place for anyone who is nearby, it is not that easy to get.

I don't know what's in his heart and mind until he's not sure to continue his feelings on a more serious commitment.

What is less than Mahreza Adjie? Can't any woman get it with just one blink of an eye and one charming smile? Why is Lisa so different? He was not necessarily sure to accept Reza just because of the two intoxicating things.

Maybe all this time Reza was too confident that Disa would accept it until finally he was very disappointed.

“What is less than me to disa nolak me?” that question Reza pointed to Kean who was beside her, like thinking.

“Gue thought, I know pretty well here. I can measure how deep I feel. But I'm off guard. I was naive and confident in my beliefs. Disa is not a girl I can persuade with just sweet things. I,”

Reza couldn't continue his sentence. It hurts too much if he recalls Disa's refusal. He sobbed. This time she was crying for a woman.

In his place, Kean did not budge. It did not cross his mind what kind of comfort he could give to his best friend. It turns out that feeling is complicated. Cannot be easily dived like a mariana trough. He has a mystery of his own that not everyone can see.

“Can, what do you think?” inner Kean.

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Flashbacks

POV With:

I was like standing at the end of a ravine, releasing the rope of the bridge that had been carrying my feelings to Brother Reza.

Honestly, that handsome guy with a charming smile was giving beauty in some time that I passed by.

Like getting consolation in the midst of immortality and beauty in the midst of silence, the man present gives a different feeling.

Falling in love at first sight, like a song, is a beautiful feeling. Give a different sensation every time we think about it. Dopamine increases and makes us feel happy all day.

This afternoon, Brother Reza suddenly came to the house. As usual, there was Nita's mom coming along. The recurrence of events like this makes me sure that Reza wants to take me away. Then it was her mother who replaced me to look after the great madam.

I always felt surprised by their unannounced arrival. Honestly, I don't really like surprises because it makes my heart bloated.

Maybe for some people, I should be grateful that there is a handsome man that I like to approach and willingly his mother to ease my work. But unfortunately, I don't feel that way.

It's not that I'm not grateful for the kindness of Ms. Nita, it's just that I always feel led to follow their wishes without considering my opinion. I feel forced to abandon my duty to look after the great mistress whom I have great respect for. I never saw the dislike face of the big lady when I went with sister Reza or was engrossed in our own chatter.

Nope. This is not someone else's response to my attitude. But it's about my response to my own attitude that seems to override and leave obligations. Moving on from that, I began to think it was possible that Reza's sister approached me because of the same feeling I felt. The feeling of being dribbled, not by his own will.

Believe it or not, the moment needs to be created but not forced. I love the process that flows without coercion. I must have a clear reason to do everything so that I can be accountable for my choices.

The way we were brought closer together, made me unable to measure my feelings and the feelings of Reza's sister until I finally felt doubtful.

“Sa, I have something to show you. Can you go to the gallery?” kak Reza asked us to begin our departure.

“Yes, reza has a surprise for you. You go with reza, I'll take care of arini.” So, Nita continued with enthusiasm.

Words like this are what make me tick. Between this is either Reza's intention or Nita's. And again, they didn't ask me if I wanted to or not. My opinion is not important to them.

And foolishly, I was always at a loss for words to reject him. I know it's important to tell them what I think.

That night, I went to the gallery with Reza. The atmosphere of the gallery that feels romantic at night, plus a slightly dim light, I do not deny that it makes the tickling taste in my heart present.

“Come.” Brother Reza stretched out his hand to me like the prince asking his daughter's master to participate.

He took me to sit in front of his favorite piano and gave me a very handsome smile.

“I have a song for you sa. Songs I wrote myself and I hope you like.” Said Reza expectantly.

“Oh yes?”

I was quite surprised. This is the first surprise I received and I think it's very sweet.

“Hem. You want to hear?”

“Iya kak.” I also wonder what kind of song Reza made me.

Kak Reza's hands began to dance on the lines of tuts. The melody started to sound warm in my ears. I noticed her nimble hand moving from one bar to another with her eyes closed. The melody sounds warm, quite touching if this is called a love song.

I saw the song that Reza is currently playing. I also saw the lyrics of the song he wrote.

“It feels good to be with you, to be able to erase all the loneliness of hundreds of nights I've been through.

You are too beautiful, filling my empty life again empty.

Is there a time when we will be together forever.”

That's the lyrics I read on the song Reza made. It's very touching for a love song and makes me feel sorry for it. Is this love song for me? Is this the true feeling of Reza's sister or just chasing a beautiful rhyme at the end of her sentence?

I turned to Brother Reza who really enjoyed the piano game. I love it, it's just that no special taste goes into the recesses of my heart. What's wrong with me?

I take a slow breath. It's freaky. Usually my chest immediately thumped when I heard the sweet sentence Reza said. His profound song lyrics should be able to make my heart melt. But why do I feel so ordinary?

“You like?” ask him at the end of his game.

I nodded and smiled. I enjoyed the song Reza played purely as a song. But did not enjoy it as an expression of love that he uttered.

Oh my god, what happened to me? Shouldn't I feel so happy getting expressions of love from men I've loved since we first met?

I can see that Reza's sister seemed happy to see my response. He stopped playing the piano. His hand moved like he was trying to touch mine. But quickly my hand lifted up, tucking a strand of hair in my ear.

He looked quite surprised but still smiled at me.

Why body? He seemed to automatically avoid.

“Not yet kak.” Honest husband.

“Heheheh.. Surely not yet. I invite you away from the afternoon, where you had dinner.” He smiled as if laughing at his own question.

I just smiled, our conversation was a lot “Stuck her.” It is not natural because we are not used to talking about small and light things. Especially quality and closer.

“We ate yuk, I already prepared dinner for us.” This move feels right if he says it with all earnestness.

“Iya kak.” I was so hungry that there was no reason to refuse.

“Yuk!” he moved first.

I followed him behind towards the dining room which was only separated by a partition.

I was quite surprised because I saw the dining table neatly arranged. There are candles burning on the left and right sides with a variety of foods that look inviting to taste. Apparently this dinner was already brother Reza prepared. Getting into the second surprise that was supposed to make me even more touched. Did Reza prepare it? Or is there someone else's initiative?

“Sit.” Reza pulled out a chair for me. It's like the romantic dinner I usually see in romance dramas.

“Still brother.” Sahutku lightly.

“Eat, I hope you like.” We sat facing. In front of us were various food menus that were all my favorite foods.

I was quite impressed until I finally realized, there was only one person who knew my favorite food was this complete. Sautees that contain chickpeas are in thin slices, not elongated. Capcay without broccoli, which I like because broccoli is not my favorite food. Saute the meat chopped and then in the form like a parchment and not in a thin cut.

Yeah, only one person knows my favorite food is like this. Either this was really Reza's effort or someone else's attempt to impress me.

“Kak Reza knows all my favorite foods. How can?” tanyaku. It's too bad if I don't ask.

“Hem, mamah said this kind of food you like. Is correct? I'm quite surprised that you don't like broccoli.” Reply Brother Reza lightly.

I just smiled faintly, right no, this is someone else preparing it. For me, to impress me, not by providing food that I love. If this is a step approach, give regular meals without considering I like it or not. Doesn't he need to see for himself what I like and don't?

It might sound a little strange, but for me it's a step for us to get to know each other and see if we can adapt to each other or not.

“Because broccoli does not taste.” My heart with a smile.

Brother Reza nodded with his mouth rounded. This step should be the beginning of our steps that occur naturally to get to know each other. But why did it feel so late?

We started enjoying dinner. A quiet atmosphere with no meaningful conversation. The food was as good as ever and could fit into my stomach which was also very used to it.

A phone call paused our romantic dinner. Reza's cell phone was ringing loudly. He saw his phone in his shirt pocket and his face changed.

“I reply for a moment ya sa.” He asked permission.

“Please kak.” Sahutku lightly.

He immediately moved from his seat. Stay away from me just answered the phone. I thought he would take his call in front of me.

“Iya len? How's ghea?” I wish I had heard that question.

I think I know the reason he left me, again. There was something more important that he was waiting for news anxiously. Not jealousy, it just dawned on me that there were still important things I didn't really need to know. And if he answers the phone in front of me, I'll be more receptive.

Doesn't the approach start from being open to each other who are the people around us and whether we can accept each other?

I spent my dinner in a huff. Until the last feed, Reza's sister hasn't returned and she's still calling in the back garden.

After dinner, I chose to wait for Reza's sister in the art room, looking at the unfinished painting I had made. I took my brush and palette and filled it with colorful paint. I want to finish the beach painting I started.

Completing the painting with my point of view while remembering this place. I also added the footsteps of two people in this painting. Almost finished, but as if there is less. Little thought, what is the lack of this painting. Maybe I need a little breath of fresh air so my mind can refocus.

I approached the window of the art room overlooking the garden. Beautifully lit garden lights with a gentle night breeze make me able to breathe the fragrant flowers that come in the wind and give a fresh taste to my dead-end mind.

I smiled to myself as I found out what my painting was lacking.

I closed this window and decided to finish my painting.

My hands move quickly. Combining colors that make my paintings come alive and have meaning. I know what I'm lacking is my feeling when I see footprints in the sand of the beach. So I painted it in orange as the radiance of sunlight that began to dim. My footprints made longer with the figure of two people who were getting away from the view until it looked faint. Maybe the day in the afternoon will end and the footprints will disappear the next day. But every memory point, I keep it in this painting.

“Sa,” call brother Reza's voice behind me.

I saw the reflection of his shadow from the window in front of me.

“Iya kak.” I immediately looked.

“Sorry, make you wait a long time.” He said as he walked closer to me. His hands he put behind his body like he was hiding something from me.

“So pa-pa sis. The important thing is that it should come first.” I sat down with a faint smile. Of course, if the phone call was more important, then that's what Reza could've called.

He just smiled and stood beside me, watching my painting for a while until he turned my chair to face him.

“There's something I have to say.” Suddenly said. His face looked serious, different from usual.

“Iya, how are you?” I always wait for what he wants to show me and what he wants to know from me.

Unexpectedly, he knelt before me. Shows a flower that he previously kept behind his body.

I was really surprised. What does Reza mean at this time. He looked at me and I could only be confused.

“Sorry if this is so sudden.” He started his sentence which sounded heavy. Either there was doubt or a sense of nervousness that he was trying to endure. I just focused on his eyes. He said that his eyes never lie.

“I like you. I admire you and I want to spend time getting closer and getting to know you.” is like the first blow that pierced through the wall of my chest.

“Sorry if maybe my way is not romantic. It's just, I want you to know that you are one of the most important people in my life that I want to keep and put you in the closest position in my heart.”

“I love you sa.” Said Reza who struggled to finish his sentence. “Do you want to accept me as someone who fills your heart and puts me in the closest position in your heart?”

I finally heard that phrase. Love phrases that often make women feel flowery. What that says is someone we liked a long time ago.

I was just confused, trying to understand what I was feeling.

One unexpected thing has happened. Why did I lose that beat? Why don't I feel the murmur I usually feel when I see Reza's sister? Why don't I feel that feeling anymore?

No surprise made my feelings soar with thousands of feelings of being loved as I imagined if one day Reza expressed her feelings.

When I heard that expression of love, I felt it was no longer special because what I needed was not a sweet expression of love but someone to share the story with.

Think of it as a trivial story about not getting parking, forgetting to turn on the water heater after changing the gallon, the story of how the day we passed, and how we got there, other trivial stories that make us laugh or annoying things that make us cry though.

We never met in that condition. Our distance is too far to be called to know each other after a long time we establish closeness. I feel, if my feelings for Reza's sister are only limited to admiration.

And I can't bet on a relationship that's just based on false feelings. The leafan is gone, I no longer feel it.

Since when?

I don't know.

Clearly, when I saw Reza's closeness to Ellen's sister, I didn't feel jealous. When I saw them talking, I didn't feel like we were on the same frequency. And I was no longer agitated or waiting for an opportunity for us to meet. It's not about his attitude that I can't accept but about my feelings that are no longer the same.

It all just disappeared. Until I finally decided to answer, “Sorry, I can not kak.” Overshipped.

Reza's expression changed immediately. I could see the disappointment on his face.

For a moment we were silent to each other. Reza's sister is still digesting my answer and I'm more and more convinced by my answer. Again, I can't bet on a relationship that's just based on false feelings. Then I should not have started a bond that no longer gave a loud thump in my chest and a subtle sigh in my bloodstream.

I can't promise that I'll be able to feel that feeling again. Then, I won't tie Reza's sister for any reason.

“Sorry,.”

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