Marry The Heir
Trapped in the labyrinth

A mall became the place that Kean was heading to right now. One of the large malls located in the heart of the capital has national and international tenants who rent it. Buyers are free to choose the goods they are looking for with various well-known brands both locally and internationally. Both are just a matter of taste and ability in creating branding in the mind of the buyer.

“We eat first.” invite Kean when arriving at a restaurant that serves a menu made from pasta. It was very late afternoon and he wanted to celebrate this day with a meal that is often referred to as comfort food by Disa.

He also noticed Disa's footsteps that seemed uncomfortable with the high heels he wore. Understandably, this is the only shoe that Disa has had since she entered college. Although his shoes KW from a famous shoe brand, it seems that the quality does not last long to make his feet blister and leave sore.

“I pray first sir.” Hold Disa when they enter the restaurant.

Kean looked at Disa for a moment, this girl always amazed him.

“I will also pray. Let's order a minute, keep praying. Hem?” Kean showed his thin yet dazzling smile.

Disa was weakly nosed, it felt like she was starting to bewitch with the smile of her young master that she very rarely saw. Usually the face that he shows without expression even if expression, often looks cold. But her smile this time was a little seductive, a little smile accompanied by a gaze that was only on Disa.

They are headed to the most convenient place recommended by the restaurant owner. Not too noisy and comfortable in other angles. People are not free to pass through them. Very exclusive.

Kean ordered his favorite menu and Disa just followed it when Kean gave a menu recommendation that he said was delicious. Although padang rice is always a champion but there is no harm in trying a new menu at a restaurant with a price that in bandrol quite expensive.

After ordering food, they went to pray. It was to the place of the ablution of women and Kean to the place of the ablution of men. One of the reasons why Disa likes to wear a tote bag, because in the sense of carrying things her needs, one of them mukena parasite hers. It's always quiet if this thing's in his bag.

The voice of the man who is iqomah is heard from within the mushola. He came in and put on his face. It can't be too late.

It is seen that a man in clothes bearing the cleaning service became a priest and his young master stood one row behind the priest without any reluctance.

Beautiful atmosphere like this. There is no difference between poor and rich. They both bow to the same creator. That is why human degrees cannot be distinguished based on the many or least wealth they have.

This is a worship that feels very soothing. Finished saying his greetings he turned to his young master who was sitting cross-legged in front of him. The upright posture man raised his hand, either do’a what he said then closed with amen.

It finished first. After putting on his shoes he waited for Kean in front of the mushola. The man walked up to him with the suit he had on his arm and the tie he had taken off. Her slightly wet hair and fresh clean face made her look even more charming.

Disa had to turn her face away, it was not good to look at a man for too long especially his young master. There was always a limit that he had to keep his mind from getting carried away on the current that was not supposed to drag him and drown him.

“It's done?” ask Kean suddenly. The man was already standing before Disa with his more relaxed look. This was how his true young master looked.

“Already sir.”

“You go to the resto first. I have a business for a while.”

“Good sir.” That short answer is what you give. He complied and let Kean go before him.

For a moment he stared at Kean's long and firm footsteps. That was his young master, the man who made his day more colorful yet a little scary.

As Kean's shadow is no longer visible, Disa returns to the resto and waits for her young master there.

One message was received by Disa and the sender was Rianti. “Mother send greetings to lo. He said congratulations because we got into the top 5. See you 2 weeks away.”

He smiled at the message his best friend had sent. It's been a long time since Disa met Rianti's mother. Back when she was in college, Rianti's mother very often called her to check her daughter's whereabouts. Rianti who avid games on mobile phones, often ignore the phone of his mother and Disa who was then contacted by the woman.

“Wa’alaikum salam.. Sayangin thank you both mother.. Hopefully you can see us in the final.” Reply Disa. May his prayer be fulfilled.

The next message was received by Disa from Nina.

“Sa, congratulations yes..Said you entered the top 5. We're proud."

"We also saw your video from non-fira. You are great sa.” Write Nina with an emoticon heart at the end of her sentence.

Apparently her young lady showed me the video she had recorded since getting into the ballroom.

Since living in her young master's house, Disa has rarely met her friends. When he met his great master, Kinar forbade Disa to meet his friends. I miss hearing their voices, let alone their laughter. As some of its weight is lost, it evaporates with the wind.

“Please brother, the order.” Said a waitress who brought the order of Disa and Kean.

“Oh thank you.” Sahut Disa's.

He looked at the young girl who seemed to be only a dozen years old. Seeing the girl made Disa look like she was seeing herself. It's not alone. Many other girls work at a young age. Certainly not without reason. In a time when they should be enjoying the most beautiful and turbulent times, they should set aside their wishes for a need. The need for survival so that they can survive the tough days.

“All yes brother. Are there any other additions?” Back he offers extra.

“No thanks.”

The girl left after saying goodbye.

He could only look at his food. He had not eaten before his young master came. I don't know where the young master went but he seems to have some important business.

Wait, isn't that Kean? What stuff does he have on his right hand?”

“You haven't eaten?” immediately asked in front of Disa.

“Not yet mr.” He probably ate first from his young master.

Kean put a paper bag on the floor and bent his knees in front of Disa.

"What are you doing sir?” just surprise me. Without warning, the man bent his knees before him.

Can see around the room, lucky no pairs of eyes were paying attention to them.

“Discover your leg.” Her request without regard to Disa's shock.

Why did his young master see his feet so often?

“What's up, sir? Me,”

Disa's sentence paused when she saw Kean take out a pair of snackers from inside the paper bag he was carrying

“Do you want me to do this longer?” asked Kean with a fixed look at Disa.

“Ti-no sir.” Immediately facing his feet at Kean. Where could he have allowed his young master to bend his knees for so long.

Kean took out a box of plaster from inside his shirt pocket. Remove the wrapper and attach it to the wound while blowing it slowly so as not to feel sore.

“Master,” Disa tried to pull his leg but Kean was still holding it.

“Hold a little pain.” Sluggishly.

Disa's feeling was not because of seeing the attitude of her young master who was being too sweet. Not because of the pain that makes Disa pull his leg but his inability if one day he felt pain because of something that could not be in his custody.

This pounding feeling, this nervous feeling and other feelings made him even more fearful.

Lastly Kean put the sneaker on Disa and Disa could only look at him without being able to say a single word.

“Do not hurt your feet again.” Kean started the sentence that made Disa's heart beat. The man looked at the pair of legs of Disa who had just finished he wore shoes.

“Do not also fear the sweetness that you always avoid. I know it tortures.” Switch to staring at Disa with the page.

“Because, I will no longer refrain from doing things like this against you.” Stringency.

Suddenly Disa gasped at Kean's words. It was as if a cold gust of wind was hitting his nape and flowing a sense of peace to his heart. What kind of feeling is this, why does it feel immersed in Kean's gaze that page to touch the bottom of his heart.

The fear that he had originally stored, this time felt like an emergency. Anxious if this is a feeling he should not be feeling. Anxious if he can not avoid a beat that makes his blood flow fast and warm. And worry if it turns out this feeling is a mistake that he should not have made.

What kind of expression did his young master mean that he was anxious and made him wishful?

Kean smiled faintly as he looked at Disa who was only fixated. It seemed like the girl before him was very surprised by what he said. Or maybe this girl is trying to digest the meaning of the sentence.

He was earnest with his words that he would not hold back from his feelings for Disa. Does Disa understand what that means?

Kean moved out of his place. He pulled out a chair to sit next to Disa.

“Don't think too much. Eat this comfort food.” Cetus Kean later.

He offered a plate of pasta his order for Disa. Pasta made rolled in the middle of a wide plate with melted red sauce in some parts and cherry tomato pieces made scattered and some basil leaves at the top.

Her beautiful appearance made Disa feel affectionate to eat it. Every now and then he glanced at his young master who began to eat his food. He smiled expressing his satisfaction at the taste gathered in his mouth.

“Master, how can I eat? My feelings are so incoherent to remember what you said."

"Sir, can I be above this foreign feeling?” inner Disa without taking her eyes off Kean who was beside her.

It just doesn't feel fair. It's not fair, because he feels scared, confused and happy at the same time.

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In his room, Disa lay down while hugging the bolster that always accompanied him. The restless feeling he felt from earlier, was very difficult to go away even though he tried not to imagine what happened this afternoon.

Unfortunately, Kean's facial shadow was too difficult for him to erase from his memory. Moreover, his words that made Disa start to think a lot.

It would be a lie if he said he did not understand what his young master said. She is a mature woman who can quite digest the sweet words spoken by a man. The problem is who said the sweet words. Young master, yes that is the problem. That sweet thing Kean said when he was determined not to get into Kean's personal problems. But circumstances actually make him the main character in this story.

He remembered what happened in the race. When his mind was deadlocked with no idea but then he saw the face of someone who looked at him from a distance. Suddenly the inspiration came. Like the pounding of the waves that hit his feet, even though he returned to the open sea, he still left a wet and cool trail on his skin.

He had to admit that the inspiration came when he saw Kean.

Kean's words that night seemed to be a new courage for Disa. “But you believe, that death is in the hands of God, not in the hands of the painter?” ask Kean at that time.

A fear that always haunted Disa suddenly appeared in his mind. Painting someone's face was always a scary thing for Disa. He was afraid that if the face of someone he painted, one day the person would leave him, like his late parents.

Is it the fault of fear? No. gabe.

But Kean's words are true, the departure of a person in the hands of God, not in the hands of a painter.

Like getting a new power that makes Disa dare to start everything. Then Disa made that work.

The motive he made was like a labyrinth in the mind of a man that sometimes made him feel trapped but he enjoyed solving the puzzle of the labyrinth to try to get out and feel freedom.

Wait, he's not trapped. It doesn't find a direction. But he begins to find interest as he attempts to solve the puzzle he faces and it's about his young master.

What Kean did always made him frown. What kean says always makes him think. Until he unconsciously began to like the process of understanding the man's mind.

Unfortunately, he could only enjoy the beauty of his silhouette from a distance. He could only see the figure from the boundary he had created. Like a choice, which is more fun. Enter into the labyrinth and make it trapped or look at it from a distance and he can see the beauty of it?

Disa turned her body back. His gaze this time was fixed on the sneaker he had placed near the door. The color is white with a rope containing silver glitter granules. He bit his own index finger when the debaran was back he felt.

“Master, it seems like I can't avoid not thinking much.” Inner Disa who closed her eyes, trying to cast out the shadow of Kean which was even more real.

What a foreign feeling this made him agitated and gave a swipe of butterfly wings which gave him a different sensation on his feelings.

"This is beyond the limits of Disa. Far beyond the limits you make."

Elsewhere, the same unrest was felt by Kean. He was still thinking, how could the girl only be dumbstruck after hearing the words he had difficulty strung together?

Does he not understand? Is Kean too standard? Or maybe too fat?

Aarghs! Kean rattled his hair, hearing rough, still did not find the right meaning of the expression shown by Disa.

He sat crouched on his bed hugging his two folded legs in front of his chest. What should he do to get to know the meaning of his words?

Did the girl really not understand or just pretend not to understand?

Why is it so difficult to understand the attitude of Disa who is so careful with her feelings?

Could it be that the girl did not feel what she was feeling? Perhaps only he himself was immersed in the turmoil of feelings that began to be inexhaustible. Is this as complicated as falling in love?

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