Marry The Heir
Good night, family of lions

Left both at home, it turns out to make both misbehavior. This is not the first time they have lived together at home. But this time everything felt different.

After giving an afternoon snack to Pak Wahyu, Disa immediately returned to the kitchen and finished her work preparing dinner. After this he wanted to take a shower immediately because his body was already very sweaty.

The mandate to rest was not able to obediently follow. The more he was silent, the more jobs suddenly became visible. All right, this is his job. The faster you work, the faster you get it done.

Cooking already. Washing sorted. Tidying the house. Phew, Disa can finally sigh in relief. The list that is stacked after being worked on is not that much. I can't wait to go to the bathroom to take a shower. The atmosphere of a quiet house without the slightest sound seems suitable for resting the body. There was no sound from his young master anywhere. Maybe he's resting.

“Aaaa...” Disa yawns very wide until her eyes water. It is very enjoyable to be able to stretch the muscles of his body with a spine that is straight on the bed. Wiggling is a true pleasure.

His phone was out of his pocket. At about the same time, a message came in. Some photo files are received with the sender, Damar.

“Good no sa?” so the question sentence that closes the photos of Damar's submission.

The graffiti shot from various angles made Disa smile happily. Damar had already started his work.

“Good mong. Which area is it?” I also wonder where this graffiti is. It seems very suitable for taking pictures there.

“Sudirman Region. Tar I brought you here.” So reply Damar.

“Okey! Where else is it?” exclamation also imagines the spirit of Damar who is passionate about working on his project. His serious face as well as happy while doing his hobby became a separate memory for Disa.

“Still secret. I'll tell you again.”

“Ish! Still playing secrets.” Grouse Disa. Damar's habits are like this. Disappointed and curious. Can imagine his satisfied expression because it managed to make Disa upset.

“DISA!” well, there's a long life.

“YA ME!” He was raised from his bed. Glaze for a while to see his appearance so as not to fall apart.

His young master opened the door. “Down for a moment, there's something you should check.” Very strict his orders. Not giving a pause to refuse.

What important thing he should check immediately.

Wait, Disa didn't forget to turn off the stove right? Or forgot to close the water tap?

“Good sir!” Disa soon follows Kean's rapid steps. He went down the stairs and the man blocked him in front of Disa.

“Check!” pointing at a few small tin cans of various colors.

“What is sir?” there were so many small cans that Kean had placed near the sofa.

Kean did not reply, He prefers to get closer to the cans. It opened one by one and Disa's eyes instantly rounded.

“Master, this?!” barely believing when seeing so much acrylic paint and Varnish. Brushes of various sizes are also available.

“For what is this sir?” like looking at a treasure when looking at the many painting tools in plain sight. The smell of the paint alone has made Disa's imagination float.

Kean sat on the sofa with his right leg crossed over his left leg and both hands crossed in front of his chest. Pretending indifferent to the excitement of Disa.

“You don't need to go to the reza gallery just to paint. Just pick up the wall that is here.” Thick lightweight. The emphasis is not on painting it but on not necessarily going to the gallery.

Just be right. This wants to make a painting what's a house fire?

“But this is very much sir. The price must be expensive too. Not necessarily also bu kinar gave permission to doodle the walls of the house.” Cerocos Disa while checking one by one the paint cover. The best quality paint that can only be bought by people with thick pockets.

Kean scrunched his forehead hearing Disa's sniffle. “What does this have to do with bu kinar? This is my home. whatever I want in what.” Kean Protest.

Wrong talk, right?

“Eh, I mean not like that sir.” Re-closing the paint that he peeked. It seems he spoke wrong.

“Then?” Kean looked at her. Need explanation.

“Em, I mean,” sentences Can be paused. He noticed his young master suddenly picking up a brush, dipping it in green paint and, “Prat!” deliberately splashed the paint on Disa.

“Gosh! Sir?!” I was shocked and wanted to laugh at the same time.

His face and clothes were exposed to paint splashed by Kean. “Why? Not accept? Wanna retaliate? ” challenge Kean with his grin.

His facial expression changed rapidly. He bowed languidly. “Of course not sir.” He looked at the green paint in front of him.

“Can't I just shut up!” Disa directly dipped her hand into the paint and pointed it at Kean furiously. Kean thought Disa would just shut up but was apparently hooked as well.

“Job Disa!” exclaiming Kean who immediately ran away avoiding Disa.

“Don't run away sir!”

Disa runs in a race with Kean. Surround the couch, dining table, into the yard and back into the house. Not giving up until he gets back. Both are like children who return to good times where it becomes a problem just because they fail to reciprocate the pity of their friends.

Paint stains splattered everywhere he did not care. Disa just laughed at Kean who was scared to avoid reaching his hand.

Until finally accidentally Kean kicked a paint can and made it topple over to the sofa.

"CRUMBLE!!!"

Disa kicks the can and falls over Kean's body.

Not thinking long, though,

“Sret!” the paint stain was passed to Kean's face, leaving most of his left cheek and forehead exposed to green paint.

Kean and Disa were both fixated. Surprised by himself. They fell down.

“Hahahhaa..” but then both laugh together.

“Valance is always more cruel sir.” Lirih Disa, added a swab of the remaining paint on Kean's right cheek. Still not satisfied with the taste, mumpung his young master resigned.

“Gosh Disa,,,” Kean can only protest without being able to get out of place. His body was still squeezed by His body.

After being satisfied to let Disa smear her face, Kean held back Disa's hand. “Remember, I can also reply you more cruel.” Threaten her with a sharp look at Disa.

“Oh yes?”

“What is that evil master also on women?” flicked his hand and glanced at Kean.

Very weak and sultry feel the heartbeat that is racing very fast. Their distance was that close and made Kean smile an anxious smile.

From his place, Kean looked at Disa who was standing in front of the didding. “You can draw it there.” Kean. He wanted to give a little happiness to Disa. Let's just say today he belongs to Disa and he will obey whatever Desa wants.

“Hah? Isa's? How's it? How?”

Kean approached Disa with two aprons in his hand. He flipped his body to face him and put the apron on Disa's body. Back their distance was very close. Kean's two hands wrapped around Disa's body as he tied the apron strap behind the neck.

He enjoys times like this. The time where their distance is so thin that Kean can smell the body of Disa. Disa did not avoid, like no problem with the distance that Kean made.

“Pair for me.” change it thrust apron on Disa. The girl was still fixated with a flushed face on both of her cheeks. It feels like Kean wants to bite the cheek that is similar to that of a ripe tomato.

“Good sir.” Disa took the apron from Kean's hand. A little tiptoe to balance Kean's tall body. Kean even went on tiptoes making Disa laugh annoyed.

“Can you get a little down?” doors later.

“Like this?” quickly Kean lowered his head, startling Disa as their faces were close together.

His round eyes seemed to bark, silent for a few seconds without blinking, apparently in shock. After a while he only realized, his eyeballs moved back to the left and right trying to avoid Kean's gaze.

Kean put a smile on his face. He loved it when His breath hit his face. Warm and soft.

His hands were draped around Kean's neck and the man was getting closer. He tried to hold his smile and breath. His heart seemed to stop beating because it was tired of racing fast.

“Master, you can back off a little.” His voice sounded trembling, exciting for Kean.

“Didn't this make it easier for you?” whisper, don't lose.

Disa only smiled while enduring the turmoil of feeling in her chest. He had to finish his work quickly so that he could breathe freely. Kean is enjoying this moment too much. The moment where time was slow to turn and brought him a sense of comfort that he had never felt before. It felt like he was eager to wrap his hands around his waist and hug him tightly without any worries like before.

“Already sir.” Honey, it's all over. Disa pulled her body away and averted her gaze from Kean. He rubbed his hair awkwardly, misbehaving.

“The wall wants to be painted like what sir?” trying to divert the conversation so that the cherry blossoms in his imagination stop falling.

“Terasu. I'm an assistant only.” Timpal Kean.

“Alright, we start.” Disa tied her hair up high and rolled it up. He squeezed his fingers, rang them and stretched the muscles in his hands. His neck he tilted to the left and right, ending with a rough gust of agitated relief.

Ideas gathered in his head. He picked up a brush and began dipping it into the paint. It is ready to paint colorful paint that is likely dominated by orange and brown.

Disa began to be engrossed in painting while Kean sat on the floor watching Disa. This woman is beautiful when she is painting. He looked so happy that he found his true life. Kean enjoyed the view. The radiant face and sometimes serious look, sparkling eyes, more beautiful light when it gets a reflection of orange color from the wall.

They spend hours. Only paused by prayer or going to the toilet. Had prepared dinner, but Kean was not too tasteful. He prefers to be an assistant who scratches the paint on the wall repeatedly in the same direction. While his eyes did not turn away from the face of Disa.

“You are very beautiful.” Inner Kean.

*****

By midnight, Kean had just finished his bath. As he descends he is struck by the nearly finished painting of Disa. An autumn mural that looks so real. In one corner there are four lions drawn by Disa.

His expression was very lively as if the four lions were roaring to enjoy the leaves falling in the wind. Some falling over their bodies made one of the lion cubs expression carefree.

“WOW!” exclaimed Kean with an equally round mouth and eyes. He sat on the arm of the sofa, looking at the nearly finished mural of Disa.

“Tomorrow I add his varnish so that the picture is durable and more alive.” Terang Disa's. The movement of his hands stopped, his work was already done.

He stood up feeling happy, like he had passed through a very meaningful round of time. The pain in his feet was not felt. As he plays with his imagination and imagines if he is in this right. He ran to and fro, playing with the leaves he threw up and falling on his head. Must be so much fun.

“Come.” Kean pulled Disa's body to sit next to him. “It's perfect disa.” The impression, staring in admiration at the mural made by Disa.

He was still not out of thought, how could his tiny hands make such a huge work? Very beautiful, making Kean carried away in the warm atmosphere of the painting made by Disa.

“Wait a minute sir.” Disa rhymed from beside Kean. Walk towards the switch and turn off some lights.

“WOW!!” again kean exclaimed in admiration as his eyes only focused on the mural that Disa made. This girl even imagined up to this point, it was incredible.

When Kean's mind is upset, maybe he doesn't have to go anywhere. Just sit here and enjoy the mural made by Disa.

Who would have thought, his intention to give Disa a little fun, it actually made her much more fun. As the name suggests, the presence of Disa gives beauty and happiness in his life.

Satisfied looking at the mural, Kean's attention was turned on the girl standing near the switch. Disa instantly averted her gaze as it turned out Kean was staring back at her. Her face was filled with paint in several parts, making her look even more adorable. Do not ask his hand that has not seen the original skin color.

He walked hesitantly over to Kean and Kean patted the spot beside him. They sat down to imagine if there was a gust of wind that entered their imagination.

“Thank you.” Reveal Kean suddenly. He looked at Disa with a page.

“You have made this building feel like home.” Her baby with a smile.

During this time, Kean did not feel like having a home like the thing that people who often try to get home quickly from work just to catch up on time to go home. This time he felt he had it. A place that he can call a home that he will go to when he wants to get the peace and happiness he seeks.

If all this time he thought, having fun is enough with money and invite people who can accompany him to spend time in an atmosphere of euphoria but this time his understanding shifted. In that place maybe he had fun but did not find such calmness in this place.

Disa just smiled knot. Still did not expect that he could finish his mural in a matter of hours.

Kean picked up the tissue on the sofa table. Flipping his body to face Disa. Disa turned her head and was only fixated when a tissue sweep touched her face gently. They both threw smiles with gazes that grew deeper and deeper. It was like finding peace while looking at each other's faces.

"Can one day we go to that place, walking among the rows of trees while," Kean moved his fingers closer to Disa's finger, and his pinky touched Disa's pinky.

"Holding hands?"

For a moment Disa was silent as if digesting Kean's question. Slowly he nodded with a thin smile line that made him look very sweet.

Kean could sigh in relief as it felt as he began to know what Disa felt like.

“Do not be afraid. Everything will be fine.” Lirih Kean who still locked the view of Disa.

Is only nodding. He let Kean clean his face with tissue. Every now and then they throw smiles at each other as they feel they have a reason to smile at each other.

Good night, family of lions.

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