Marry The Heir
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Argh! I was still very upset when I remembered what happened a few minutes ago. When I opened my eyes and I saw the handsome face of the man I knew so fixedly staring at me. His thin smile made me feel like I was flying above the clouds and hovering in the air.

I thought it was just a dream until suddenly I felt a gentle rubbing rubbing my cheek, combing my neck and making my hair bristle, goosebumps all over my body. Her gentle handkerchief and warm gaze made me unable to turn away, like locking my hand to not switch.

In the next second, I realized it was stupidity. Stupid because I feel comfortable instead of fighting back. It was like a sensation I had never felt before. My blood flowed profusely with the feeling of being swollen and full in the chest cavity until my breath was blocked.

And even more stupidly, I could only be silent. Let him come closer and,

God, he kissed me.

What am I supposed to do? My body was stiff, unable to move, and my mind was empty. Only my heart was pounding so fast as a sign that I was still alive.

I'm still alive, right? This is not heavenly wishful thinking like in romantic stories, right? Hah, why am I so dazed like this?

Earlier, I sped up my steps as soon as I got out of the car. I have to get away before things get wrong. But the long footsteps of the young master always managed to catch up with me.

He said he wanted to come with me. Entering a house I haven't been in for a long time. What should I explain if my family asks who is the man I brought? I'm not going to get married all of a sudden, am I?

Haish! This is the kind of thought I hate. My thoughts and feelings were both turbulent and it was difficult for me to come back.

He kept whining asking to come and even asked to make tea, “Tuan will have promised not to bother me.” ouh, tuh judesnya I went straight out. I realized he was my master but my wild nature had reappeared, I could not control.

Honestly I was confused, why the agenda to go home to visit grandma even became an introductory event? What if Grandma sees my reed that often looks stupid in front of the young master? What if grandma saw the kiss? Huh, what does it look like?

“It was troublesome?” he still asked, puzzling me between talking to my own mind or to the man who kept following where I was going.

“Issh! tau akh!” I boldly screech in front of my young master. It is my habit to be upset and out of words.

If I were to explain it again, I actually don't feel that the young master is so presumptuous just that, I'm not ready yet. It is not this moment I am waiting for. It should be, when the first kiss was calm. I look beautiful, fragrant and charming. Not waking up like that. It was so embarrassing because I knew when I woke up, I couldn't control my facial expression. It must have looked stupid so the young master approached and, Aarrgghh!!!

How do I remember when we exchanged oxygen in a split second but it felt like a full rotation of the earth? Why is it so hard to forget?

And my lips, are they thickened? Was it bitten? Is it really thickening or is it just the sensation that is still left behind?

God, what should I do? I never wanted to be a Cinderella but instead I started to feel that the young master treated me like a queen. Beyond my expectations.

"Sa, wait a minute!" again, young master called me.

And I didn't have the courage to turn around. When he saw his face like his whole face was attached to my face. His nose offending my nose made me still feel the smell of mint from his breath.

I'm claustrophobic, I can't breathe freely.

I'm scared, I'm ashamed. Holy jeez!!!

“You'll stay like this? Ignoring me?” suddenly he was in front of me.

I just bowed, covering my face with a strand of hair. I can see his guilty face.

“I'm really sorry, that was,”

“Do not discuss!” my feet quickly. “If you want to come and I want to make tea, do not discuss the previous one. Anytime, anywhere especially in front of anyone.” I must show my firmness so that the young master does not easily do that.

I'm not an American lady who, if you like, can do something like that. I still feel a lot of grit and don't want anyone else to see it.

“Good. But again I'm sorry.” His face looks sorry, I'm so kasian huh.

I think again, this incident was not entirely the fault of the young master. I could've turned him down, pushed his body or slapped him in the face but, I chose not to. Yes, I am the one who has the right to choose how to respond to the attitude of the young master. And I'm guilty of letting it all happen. Now, I feel like I'm missing something.

But I still agree to the young master's request. I took him into the house and I don't know what will happen. Just anticipate by keeping your distance and pretending to be indifferent. If you don't want the young master to discuss this matter again, then I should consider this matter to be finished as well. Don't remember it anymore. It's no use.

"You can go there!"

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Passing a small bridge and not far from there looks a small house with a yard that is not too broad. On the left and right side there are other houses on the small road and bamboo fence.

Light yellowish incandescent lights illuminate the house which still sounds chatter from inside the house. In the yard of the house many flowers are planted directly on the ground, there are no pots or special places to arrange them. But everything looks neat.

Disa can immediately smell the smell of jasmine flowers neatly lined up in the interspersion of Bugenvil flowers at each corner. He misses this smell. The flowers her aunt planted long ago.

The location of the mango tree is still in place, inside the fence and shade the terrace of the house as a shade. White moon orchids with yellow and red patterns are still on the mango tree. Imas certainly take good care of it because of its flower petals that look fresh.

“This is my home sir.” Disa turned around, looking at her young master for a moment with a line of smiles.

“Not too broad but in it there are people I care about. My aunt and grandmother.” In this sentence like something stuck in the throat of Disa until it sounded a little hoarse.

Staring at Kean with a page and his eyes seemed glazed over. So shaken his sense of longing because it has not been home long enough.

“Can I come in?” just saw a Disa expression like this. Between haru, happiness may also be sad.

“Sure. As promised, I will make you tea.” Followed with spirit.

Suddenly his anger disappeared after arriving at the courtyard of the house.

With a thumping feeling Disa opened the gate. The sound of iron squeals he tried to hold so as not to be too noisy. This fence made by his father when Disa was small first. He said that Disa did not just run out of the house.

Maybe because Disa was very active. She loves to play with her male-dominated peers.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum.” sound Can be heard vibrating. There was a cry that tried to stop him.

He impatiently waited for the message from within.

“Wa’alaikum salam.” one sahutan that is very familiar with Disa, yes belongs to her Aunt.

The brown wooden door opened. A woman dressed in a side cloth that she wrapped around her waist. Her hair was bunned randomly and a little messy, like it was out of bed.

“Yes god is cool! This is really neng disa!” exclaimed the woman stared in disbelief.

“Iya bi, this is disa.” It was Disa who immediately grabbed the hand of Imas for her to kiss.

“Oh Allah, thank God you can go home. Your employer is not angry right go home malem-malem gini, huh?” Imas hugged Disa tightly. Although his lips were smiling but he could not help his tears from falling.

“Ngak bi, employers disa well. He ngizinin di home.” I'm Disa. If Imas had not asked, perhaps he would have forgotten that his young master was behind him.

Back there, Kean noticed Disa's interaction with his aunt. The meeting of the two seemed to show how Disa was so in the future.

There was a sense of guilt that Kean was feeling right now. The memory when he promised Disa a holiday during holidays but can not take a monthly holiday began to feel wrong. This time he felt so selfish. For the sake of pranking the girl, for the sake of avenging her frustration at their first meeting and for the sake of making Disa obedient, Kean made the agreement.

Who would have thought, it turns out that Disa's return is very later. If he knew it would be like this, he should give Disa permission to return the goods a day or two. That won't hurt him.

“Ari who is meni casep?” asked Imas when he saw the existence of Kean behind Disa.

“Oh this,” Disa looks doubtful staring at Kean. “She's an employer in bi.” awkwardly glanced at Kean who looked calm.

Can bothering to agree.

“Yes, aden.. Hatur nohun has nganterin si eneng home all. Where meni casep deuih.” Welcome Imas who immediately approached Kean.

“I kean.” Kean extended his hand to Imas.

“Ish meni politely pisan! Don't be that way, it should be an aunt who knows herself.” Imas clasped Kean's hand and slightly lowered his body as a form of respect.

Kean who was confused, could only look at Disa with his confused face. Disa replied to him with a terculum smile, shocked for sure his young master.

“Ayo oruh login. Sorry for the rough house.” Imas immediately pulled Kean's hand to enter.

“Iya bu thank you.”

“Do not call mom, call meja bi imas, same as si eneng if call aunty.” This was what Kean liked about this middle-aged woman, quickly getting along.

And Kean just found out that “Neng” is his family's favorite call on Disa. Sweet too.

Disa had already entered the house, while Kean still had to duck when he passed the door that was no higher than his height.

True what Disa said, the house is not too big but the atmosphere is warm. There are many paintings on display on the wall that are dominated by landscape paintings, definitely made by Disa or her father.

In one corner there is a painting of a small child playing a bicycle painted from the back. Maybe that's the little Disa who likes to play bicycles.

Kean sat in one corner of the chair made of wood. Only the top part is covered with foam. Very homely.

“Nek, at home.” Visible Disa who entered into a room without a door. Only a piece of orange-colored curtain cloth covered it.

His voice that sounded trembling, making Kean also feel the cry that was trying to withstand Disa.

“That's neng disa?” the typical hoarse voice of an old man who cheats on him.

Not long after the shadow of Disa disappeared behind the curtains, changing the sound of the cry of an old woman. Maybe it was his grandmother's cry Disa.

The mood changed more and more. Imas came in and approached Disa and Jenar.

“What immas say mak, the woo must go home. Therefore the mother must be cured if the cepet go home, the mother can still masakin vegetable oyong favorite of the eneng.” The dominant voice of Imas was heard between the sounds of the sobbing.

The room is not too wide, making Kean free to listen to their conversation.

“Yes, this is also my mother has been tempted to take medicine, eat a lot."

"You're cute again, instead of saying that mom fell. So the eneng maksain go home malem-malem. What if there is nothing on the road?!” The voice of Genar was clearer.

“Yes how da imas confused, time does not tell the eneng if mom why-napa. Later imas in salahin again.” Imas tries to defend himself.

“Which granny hurts. Try it on.”

“This is doang, hit the wall. Because the fitting to go to the bathroom, even mengginjek cloth side. So weh keeleset.” bright Jenar with its distinctive Sunda dialect.

They talk a lot of longing.

Kean just smiled at their conversation. He went out of the house, enjoying the cold night air of the city. He saw the moonlight up there. The calm, peaceful atmosphere seemed to be the reason why he always felt calm when he saw Disa. Maybe it was a calming gesture.

From the conversation he heard, Kean felt like this should be a family. Love each other, worry about each other and care about each other. No need to have abundant possessions to feel enough, to be among those who love us, is more than enough.

That is why not all happiness can be bought with money.

“Aden, geuning outside. Cold.” The sound of Imas disturbs Kean's daydream.

“It's okay bi, the air is fresh.” Kill Kean. Though he still wants to give Disa space to let go of longing with her family.

“Ya don't take care. It's mah not seger but it's making a cold."

"Sok in first, want to drink what?” meeting this woman feels like meeting a family. Though only first met but the carrier is very friendly and familiar.

“No need bi, later even troublesome.” Sure enough, the sentence accidentally came out of Kean's mouth.

“Ngerepotin what? Yes, the name of the guest must be in jamu oruh. Not necessarily come here again. The house is small, narrow, smelly again. Smell granny. Hehehehe.” I still have time to chuckle with his own words.

He started making Kean a glass of tea. House that is not blocked between one room with another room, making kean can see freely every corner of the house Disa. There is no such thing as a living room, family room, dining room or kitchen that is made blocked. Only a few rooms have doors and a bathroom.

“Sok in drinking first, the most still spoiled mah enemeng same grandmother. Be advised I haven't seen you in a while.” Imas accompanied Kean sitting around in a chair.

“Thank you bi.” A glass of tea that still reflects the smoke seems very delicious to be inhaled.

Imas looked at Kean. Handsome guy with high posture. “Ari aden artist?” that nyeleneh question just slid from Imas' mouth.

Almost Kean choked on hearing Imas's question.

“Em, not bi, I am not an artist.” The hot tea met with her cold lips slightly numbing.

“Oh kirain artist because casep pisan. Hehehehe..” Imas amazed himself with the beautiful figure in front of him.

“But da neng disa is also beautiful yaa. Not like aunt. She looks just like her mother. Descendants menado.” Without asking, Imas immediately told me about his favorite nephew. It was as easy as sharing a story with Imas. It seems like there will be a lot of things that Kean knows about Disa and it's a fortune to get to know Disa more.

“Say I met the father of the si eneng when the father of the eneng there was a call to paint out of town. They met on the bus. Three in the pilem-pilem.” The woman blushed to herself imagining the scene of the meeting of Disa's parents on the bus.

“Eh her mother the eneng came here instead. Continue to say auntie tea, if seriously mah ija atuh nikah. Not to be expected, they recite.”

“One month of marriage, instantly pregnant neng dia. But Kasian, pas gelahirin even died. Inget aunty too, it's tea time malem new year.”

Imas' face turned grim quickly. From telling jokes, imagining the beautiful meeting of his father and mother to his eyes glazed over the misfortune of his nephew.

“Eatya, if malem new year tea, aunty likes to be sad. Duh gusti, kasian neng dia mah. Never met his mother. Just look at his painting we, make his father.” Imas looks sadder.

Kean was sure, Disa heard her aunt's story. And maybe in there he was feeling the same sadness. Losing foundation at an age that still desperately needs the presence of parents, definitely not something easy.

“Neng here only has an aunt with her grandmother. There is a step aunt with a half-brother only yes if his om already died mah, yes it is not sodara anymore. Therefore, if you can, neng nitip aunty dia while in Jakarta. Bisi there are disturbing, there are evilin.”

“If she is sad and there is a problem, aunt also does not know who she is asking for help. Most alone, menggurung themselves in the room or even pretend not sad. We smile like there is no problem. Though mah, duh kasian lah if in certain mah.” Imas looked at Kean with a smile.

“Aden is like a good person, can you if aunty asks a little help?”

Imas quickly believed in someone who was new to him. It could have been that he believed in the wrong person but his hopeful gaze, made Kean finally agree to his request.

Kean knew it was not easy to entrust a girl to a stranger. And the trust of the Disa family is not something light, there is a big mandate in it.

“Can it be, how hard has your life been all this time?”

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