Marry The Heir
Death gaze

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I never thought this day would really come. The day I stood among the design contestants most of whom I had never met. Usually I just check the email and the race website to see if I qualify or not.

Rianti and Amel were in the same place as me. We were still in the hotel lobby and waiting for the committee to allow entry to the ballroom that was prepared for the race.

“Yeah, we finally meet again. Together again.” Rianti shouted while hugging me tightly.

We have not met for a long time when we met at the invitation of Mr. Hilman just spoke for a while. It was unexpected that now we were again meeting as competitors for each other.

“Iya ri's. I didn't expect to see you here either. Thank goodness I know one.” Yes, I'm really grateful that one of my friends took part in this race. Although as a rival, but it means we are both fighting for our ideals.

“Lo tau sa, I took a year off college so I could focus on the race. Lo know, nyokap I don't want to mix between the same lecture race as gini.”

“Have to focus one-one.” I'm Rianti. Sounds very intent.

“But thank God, mother lo support business lo.”

“Iya. Finally there is one request I have in join mother.” Rianti with his regretful expression. During this time there was no demand that the mother heard but if for the design competition, she was very supportive.

Rianti comes from the design family. His mother had a fairly large clothing business and a boutique that they had founded since Rianti was a child. He said this is a business that was pioneered by the group since long ago. If Rianti usually complains because his mother forbids this and that, this time he is very happy because he wants to be followed.

“By the way how are you?” I haven't heard from that friendly woman in a long time.

“Em good. He also misses nanyain lo, he said he had not met for a long time."

"Oh yes, if I go to the final, he said mom wants to come. So if you want to meet your mother here, we enter the final together yaaa.” Rianti clasped my hand tightly, what a good friend.

“Aamiin.. May our windfall yes ri.” I'm obeying his words. Hopefully this will be the beginning of our dream.

“Iya aamiin.”

We embrace each other again, encouraging each other. Competition does not make our relationship difficult.

“Pede is really in the final. Which there you enter circus.” The whisper of a tall girl in my ear.

Who else if not Amel, the icon in my faculty.

“Lo do not forget waku bu meta nolak lo design because it does not enter the level to be called as design?” again, that cynical sentence I heard.

After humbling me at Mr. Hilman's party, it seems like he's still not satisfied.

“Lo said what the hell mel, it's not not a classy design, but bu meta aja that his mind is narrow!” sahut Rianti with a raised voice made several pairs of eyes glance at Kami.

“Ri,” I grabbed Rianti's hand to calm her down. Because of his emotions with Amel, Rianti was not aware that people were watching us. “Bikin Emotions only children.” Gerrutu Rianti later.

“Do not receive ri. We have to keep up the attitude. Who knows, among these people there is a committee or jury of the race. Fear even we are marked.”

I'm trying to remind Rianti that sometimes the wicks are short. We are just starting our steps, do not let because of unstable emotions even make our steps stop before it starts.

“Iya I forgot. Other kids,”

“We first yes mel. Mari.” I chose to withdraw Rianti's hand before her emotions re-ignited. Inget, the sane one who crumbles.

“There go, clown ancol same handle!” amel exclaimed with a ruckus at the end of his sentence.

Lucky I'm used to that prick and it doesn't hurt me. I always hold on, if what I do is right, then I have nothing to be ashamed of. The path to finding everyone's fortune is different, right?

Rianti's steps came to a standstill with clenched hands. “Ri, not in ladenin.” My whisper continues its steps.

We had better wait in the ballroom instead of getting uncomfortable.

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Disa's heart was pounding very fast as he finally stood on the stage. Starting from the name called until introducing yourself, everything feels thrilling. His hands were wet and trembling as he saw quite a number of spectators looking at their performance. Stage fright, maybe this is what it feels like.

This spacious ballroom is filled by supporters from the participants. Rianti has supporters that are friends genk hanging out. Semenatra Disa, he only saw one person sitting in the distance that is Damar. He threw a smile as they looked at each other.

Can breathe a sigh of relief, even though the supporter is not much and there are no writings that contain support and encouragement, he tries to remain enthusiastic. It is undeniable that the presence of the closest people is important at a time like this but the most important thing is how to raise the spirit from within himself.

What he didn't expect was, Clara became one of the judges. While in the seat of honor there is Marcel who is said to be one of the important people in organizing this event. How could it all be so coincidental?

Clara still showed an unhappy expression when she saw Disa. It seemed that his frustration from that night had still not gone away.

“Focus disa, focus!” Lisa reminded herself.

This is not the time to feel sorry for yourself. He needs to step up to be better so that people don't pity him. Not having a lot of supporters is not a reason for him to fall and not show his best.

“Good participants.” The voice of a female MC refocused Disa's concentration.

“Welcome to the last 10."

"The material for this race was a surprise. How, is it ready, right?” the woman asked, staring one by one at the participants' faces.

“Go amel go angel go!” exclaimed supporters of Amel who shouted from the audience bench.

“Think this is a ball talk? Very heboh! Go angel go amel go! Go there to sea!” cibir Rianti glanced at Amel.

The one who heard it just smiled. It has not subsided apparently Rianti's annoyance.

“Ready!” we exclaimed compactly.

Already on stage where can still say not ready. Opportunity is in sight then it must be pursued with all his might.

“Good by the jury.”

“At this session, participants will be given a plain T-shirt and clothing dye as well as other tools each set. The task of the participant is, make the custom t-shirt as attractive as possible and make sure the t-shirt has good art value.”

“Your time is two hours, until the shirt is finished colored and worth wearing.”

“Juri will choose 5 best t-shirts. So make sure, the t-shirts that you will design, have a plus, to be chosen by the judges.” The MC explained.

The committee team brought the tools on the trolley and placed in front of the participants.

A set of painting tools, clothes dye in colorful bottles, sewing tools, hair dryer to steam irons. The goods are very complete until there are sewing needles of various sizes.

“Please think about your concept, pour it in the paper we provide and then make the design according to your idea. Time starts from now!” exclaim MC gave aba-aba.

The audience cheered the participants they supported. In these conditions, what is needed is focus. Disa who used to design in a quiet atmosphere, became a separate obstacle when hearing cheers from the audience bench.

Rianti is right, this is not a ball game. And something like this can break the concentration.

“MBA DESIGN!!! SPIRIT!!!!” a voice shouted from the audience bench.

Disa knows that voice which is none other than the melodious voice of Shafira. He still wears his school uniform. Must be the young lady skipped school.

“I must have seen the appearance of mba there. I want to be a living witness to the struggle. So, mba in the spirit yes!” that was the encouraging sentence that came from Shafira when she called this morning.

Disa was very grateful, at a time like this her young lady gave her full support. He looked from a distance and it turned out that beside Shafira was a handsome man sitting quietly. Still wearing his work clothes, who else if not Kean.

“Thank you for coming mister.” His mind was with a smile that he was pointing at Kean. He recalled Kean last night's sentence, “You must be brave for tomorrow. Show me your best work. Be excited!”

That sentence seemed to be Kean's greatest encouragement. The stiff man never said sweet things, but once the words were spoken, so imprinted in His mind.

So, he really has to start. Do your best so that the results are good. Bismillahs..

The participants focused on their own ideas. Thought, the challenge was to design directly, it was not. He is directly faced with the material that he must make something that has more value and is exclusive.

He began writing down his ideas on the paper in front of him for a later presentation. Just the outline because the time is not much. Looking at the time given only two hours, then he must do something fast but high artistic value.

The shibori technique that Disa took. This Japanese coloring technique suddenly became his inspiration. To produce the motif he wanted, Disa made a motif with the Kumo shibori Technique. He made a pattern first on the shirt to be colored. Wrap it around the pencil he used to write so that the position of the folds is upright. After being sure of the pattern, he tied the part with a thread that he had prepared and took off his pencil. Some bonds he made, so that the motif produced a lot and neat.

The feeling of thumping was back he felt. I wish there was enough time to produce a beautiful work. He deliberately did not glance left and right in order to maintain his focus.

Beside him, Rianti used a different way. He chose to color his shirt with a brush. I don't know what he's drawing that clearly he seems to enjoy it.

“Abang, mba here why? Is he blank?” Shafira who was agitated saw Disa just speechless.

“Don't be noisy, he's in focus.” Timpal Kean felt the tension.

“Ish, brother! Mba is not horrified also kali.” Dengus Shafira is upset by her brother's response. I can't talk to this guy.

Time went by quickly but Disa was still staring at the part of the cloth she was dipping. Kean could not guess what Disa was doing while the other person had already finished patching her shirt and started the next step.

“Can, what do you think?” muttered Kean. He tapped his finger on the arm of the chair, wondering what Disa would do next.

More than an hour passed, Disa had just picked up the t-shirt she had soaked in clothes dye. The next touch he did was to roll the bottom of the shirt and then drip the dye from the fabric he made patterned. He waited a few minutes until he was finally sure to take off one by one.

Can spread the shirt he made. The pattern is formed. He only needs to wait for the cloth to dry naturally while completing the material of the percentage.

After a new half-dry he dared to use a dryer and steam iron. Hope the results are good.

******

“Okey, our time is up!” MC's voice came back with a microphone in his hand. “Thanks to your hands and the team will collect the work of all participants.”

All compact away from each table. Nervousness is increasingly felt when the results of their work will be valued.

“We will display the work of participants on the monitor without telling whom the work belongs to. The jury then voted. Each judge has the right to choose two shirts that they value worthy of their use. The work will be rated based on the most votes from juri.”

Looking at the faces of the judges, it felt like the guts of Disa began to shrink. Clara looked at him coldly as if preparing to test the extent of Disa's abilities. He was ready to laugh if his work was unsatisfactory.

“Then waiting for the announcement of the vote results, we will break 10 minutes. Participants please wait for the results we will announce soon.” Close the MC.

One by one the participants went down and the jury began to do its job.

“Hah, finally sa...” apparently not only Disa tense.

Rianti's face which is usually full of confidence also looks pias.

“Alhamdulillah just wait for the results. We go to the toilet first yuk or nyari drink.” Bring Disa. He needs to calm himself.

“Ayok!” Rianti leaned spoiled on Disa's shoulder. After passing the tension his body felt weak. He needs a shoulder to lean on.

“Bu meta how are you?” ask things off topic to deflect tension.

“Yes ordinary, killer. All the designs are not good for him. I was so doubtful, he really is a design lecturer what is abal-abal anyway?” Rianti started to grumble in annoyance.

During college, it was not only Disa who was often sprayed, Rianti also. Or maybe all the design students taught by him. But if you think back, scathing criticism Meta did imprint on Disa's mind. A lot of new knowledge he got from the middle-aged woman. Only the carrier is ketus so often in the wrong sense of the meaning by students.

“Believe me, he has a good science foundation. I'm sure, our campus is not from the recruitment of lecturers.” Kill Disa.

“Yes, pinter the hell yes pinter. He said he had collab with world designers. But not that too times. It should be like rice science, more and more contain down. Yes, not sa?” if it's his business with Meta ma'am, Rianti must be nyerocos.

“Ya means that if one day we contain, we must duck. The ugly thing is not imitated but the same collab of world designers must be our motivation. Hehe...” timpal Disa.

Hearing Disa's reply, Rianti immediately straightened her body. He looked at Disa strangely. “Lo is always strange yes his mind.” Upset also because Disa did not have one thought with him.

Disa just smiled at Rianti's protest.

When going out the ballroom, there was someone waiting for Disa at the door. A gondrong-haired man who is none other than Damar. He welcomed the arrival of Disa with a smile.

“Mong,.” Isa is approaching soon. “Still come by.” He hugged Damar. He did not expect that his TTM (Friends But Enemies) turned out to come to support him.

Damar was only fixated with a difficult expression to decipher. Between bewildered and happy to see Disa so happy to see her coming.

“Gue kira lo will not dateng.” Imbuh Disa who pulled his body from Damar's embrace. Though Damar will only return the embrace of Disa but it seems too late.

“Eits! Who is hugged mba dia?” whispers of Shafira provocative.

Kean did not reply, he preferred to be silent to pay attention to Disa. He wanted to know, how far the interaction of Disa and the man he said was his cousin's brother.

“Em yes, I again sempet.” Damar was wrong.

“Who is sa?” Rianti whispered near Disa without taking his eyes off Damar.

“My cousin brother, damar. Mong, know this rianti temen my campus.” Finally introduced Damar to Rianti.

Rianti spread her sweet smile at Damar, extending her hand timidly while Damar only briefly shook.

“Lo did not say if you have a cute sister gini.” Rianti's face immediately flushed red, looking at Damar this close.

“Inget lo have scuffles, do not maen api.” Whisper Disa.

“Hah, even ringed again.” Rianti immediately looked annoyed. Of course, among his supporters, one of them is his bluff. “Ya, you continue. I went to the toilet first. Bye damar.” Elegant drugs on Damar.

Damar just smiled wryly. Not very interested.

“Where was the sheep?” he focused on Disa.

“Em, pretty deg-degan. My hands are wet.” I'm Disa while looking at her hands that are still moist.

“But you look calm. No panic kayak usually.”

“Yes, I pretend not to panic. Than mentally I was attacked by other participants.” Kill Disa who then smiles.

“Yes don't panic, I'm sure you can qualify in this round.” Do’a Damar sincerely.

“Aamiin.. Thanks mong.” It's also great to have the support of Damar. Men who are often indifferent and ketus this time look different. Maybe time does change a lot of things including their maturity.

Suddenly, Kean passed by Disa without a word. Like testing his sensitivity by pretending not to see Disa.

“Tu-lord.” Call Disa.

Kean chose not to. It was also upset to see Disa suddenly hug a man in front of her. The toilet was the place he was headed to to divert his frustration.

“Who is sa?”

Damar followed looking at the direction of Kean's passing.

“Sign me.” So feeling guilty because he ignored Kean even though his young master had taken the time to come.

The mouth of Damar is round. His face is not foreign. “Yes, I stayed first. Sorry if I can't finish it. I have to meet the graffiti art team.”

“Oh yes. It's important to you too. Good luck, good luck.” He patted his best friend's shoulder.

“Sama-sama. Lo also successful yes.” Timpal Damar's.

Not long after they separated.

Before going home, Damar took himself to the toilet. Who would have thought that in the toilet there was only Kean. Damar stepped over hesitantly, standing at odds with Kean. They exchanged lyrics with indifferent gazes. It is as if a new war will begin.

“You are his employer here?” ask Damar suddenly.

Kean just glanced and washed his hands in the sink. “Oh yes! Employer as a friend. You're her brother, aren't you?” satirize Kean with a cold look.

“Ya.” Either Damar has to continue the conversation or not. There was a cold chill that suddenly ambushed his neck when he saw Kean's gaze. It seemed like his decision was wrong to greet Kean first. Just look at the eagle's eyes like they want to tear it apart. What's wrong with this guy?

*****