Marry The Heir
Overalls are great

“Honey, haven't slept?” nita's voice warmly greeted her son who was still sitting alone on the chair at the dining table. In his hand he held a can of soft drink fizzy.

His appearance is not very good. His face was beautiful and very tired. Tumben also returns Reza home, usually preferring to stay in the gallery.

“Mah,” said Reza who is still trying to smile.

Nita takes a glass of water and her attention is still on the dreamy Reza. He took a sip and brought another glass for his son.

“Drink this darling. Do not drink soda continue.” There have been 2 other cans of soda that Reza spent and made crunch as in the squeeze is very strong.

“Thanks mah.” Without protest Reza drank the water Nita offered.

His stomach did start to feel uncomfortable after downing 3 cans of soft drinks.

“There is a son of mama, I think there is a very thought.” Nita looked at Reza worriedly. It's not usually Reza like this.

Ever since Disa rejected him, his son had not been as eager as usual. Though Nita had often heard her son broke up in love, but not to ponder this deep.

“Not yet mate mah, later Reza nyari better. Which fit the criteria mamah.” That comforting sentence that Reza usually told his mother, when Nita asked about the run-down relationship Reza with one girl.

But this time, Reza wasn't okay. Like his son was dissolved too deeply due to Disa's refusal.

If you remember again, Nita was very trying to bring Reza closer to Disa. Not without reason he did. He felt that Disa was a suitable girl to be with his son. He was very confident that Disa would end the search for his son.

Until without realizing it, maybe all this time he was too pushy. Sentence “Gadis in accordance with the criteria mamah” may give its own burden for Reza. He makes Reza look for a girl figure according to Nita's criteria even though what Reza needs is a girl who matches her own. After all, Reza who will be in a relationship with the woman is not Nita.

Seeing Reza like this, he felt guilty. He realized that all this time he had been forcing his will on Reza.

“Maafin mamah if all this time you have forced too much will mamah same you. Please excuse me for giving you a big burden to choose a partner.”

Nita grabbed Reza's hand which she then held. The tiny hands she used to kiss when Reza was a baby, this time much larger than her palms.

She always felt that Reza was still the baby she had to take care of, she protected. And sometimes he forgets that Reza has been able to set his own pace, already knows what he needs for his life.

“Mamah always imposes the will of mamah. Maybe you don't like it. Now you are free to do anything and choose anyone. Mama will not forbid or coerce anymore. Mamah believe, you are an adult, can choose the best for you.”

Reza was glued, looking at his hands and Nita's hands clasping each other. Then he smiled thinly while looking at his mother's face which was filled with anxiety.

“Reza never felt forced to do it. It's just, reza's a little heartbroken. Still can not accept with a rejection in.” Reza tried to smile in her sadness. Trying to be okay is not easy.

“Honey...” Nita approaches Reza and hugs her son from the side. He thought he was the only one who was disappointed and Reza felt guilty for failing to fulfill his desire to be with Disa.

But more than that, Reza is more sad to find this failure.

“Can, the only woman who makes reza feel so want it.”

“Reza thinks, reza has a great chance to get disa and disa will be happy to wait for reza until absolutely sure.”

“But it looks like reza is wrong. Not only does it take certainty, but it also takes reza's efforts to consider him important in appeal to other problems,”

“Stupidly, reza instead did another thing that made reza waste a lot of opportunities to approach dia. Reza let go of that opportunity and now reza is missing out on disa.”

Reza bowed lethargic. There were thousands of regrets in his chest. This time he told his mother about a woman. Not because Nita really likes Disa but because she really needs someone who understands the feeling of losing her right now.

This afternoon, after much thought Reza finally decided to meet Disa. He wanted to talk to Disa, fix a lot of things he might have missed and take back the opportunities he might have left.

But baby, things are not going well. He even met with disappointment, when he saw Disa who was so fun talking with Kean. His crisp laugh, his attitude is what it is and of course the special looking gaze that he aimed at his best friend.

Seeing Kean and Disa getting closer, further adding a sense of tightness in his chest. It was like he was starting to know the reason Disa rejected him. Someone who is Deaf can be knocked out by someone who is always there and that is not him.

And Kean, Reza believes his best friend has the same feelings.

“Why ya mah, reza's chest often tight gini. What is it like to have a broken heart?” Reza massaged her own chest that felt tight. He was sure not because there was a disease he was craving but because he was feeling heartbroken.

“Sayang... Strong nak.” Nita clasped her son's hand tighter to strengthen him.

“Mamah has experienced the same thing. Losing your love, your soul mate and mamah know, it feels very sick.”

“But believe me baby, you just need time. Time to get used to receiving and mengikhlaskan everything.” Nita rests her head on Reza's shoulder.

There was a heavy sigh like Reza was trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling lodged in her chest. Maybe Nita's right, she just needs time. Longer and longer time to put everything back in place.

*****

The choice to stay at Disa's house seemed to be the right choice for Kean. When you wake up in the morning, the atmosphere is different. The cold air, the wind that blows slowly through the hole between the windows, greeting Kean makes him reluctant to open his eyes let alone out of the blanket roll.

The voices outside the room sounded noisy but instead made Kean's hearing comfortable. Starting from the sound of chicken cock, the sound of small children running towards school to the voices of mothers who talk about domestic household issues.

It was a new experience for Kean. Apparently, this is what Disa dreamed when they both saw a painting at the exhibition. The carefree atmosphere in the surrounding environment makes us feel better, far from feeling lonely.

Kean was still lying on top of Disa's bed that was the size of number 3, perhaps. Or I don't know, because his legs have to be bent to fit to sleep in this bed. He said it was Disa's bed until she went to Elementary School before moving to Jakarta. The mattress is not a spring mattress but a cotton mattress that has its own fragrance.

Bi Imas said, fortunately the mattress was new in the sun so it was very soft. It is true, maybe like this it feels like sleeping on a soft and warm island.

Last night he talked to bi Imas until almost dawn. Many things they talked about and kept Kean away from drowsiness. Bi Imas is the type of parent who is fun to talk to. He has many topics and life experiences that make Kean learn lessons. Especially the story about Disa.

Disa only comes out once from her grandmother's room, which is when offered Kean will stay at home or want to book a hotel, considering his simple home. He said it was only about 3 kilos from here, maybe what he meant was the hotel where Kean asked the taxi driver.

No, he decided not to go out of the house again. More comfortable here, because there are friends telling stories. Precisely the source of the story because Kean just needs to listen. A rare opportunity he could know many things about Disa without the need to ask and guess.

Slightly peeking, Kean noticed the room he was in. When he opened his eyes he could immediately see a painting of a two-bodied adult woman. Similar to Disa if noticed. Maybe his mother died. On the other side was a mountain painting with the Visa signature underneath. Apparently since the first painting Disa is already good and now the painting is more beautiful.

When looking to the right, there is a study table on which there are several photos of Disa as a child. The hooded sweet girl wears a toga with her charming smile. Maybe it was about five or six years old.

Kean got out of his bed. The bed without a headboard makes it lean directly against the cold wall. He took a photo of his childhood. Not many memories are stored like him. There are only a few award charters that show that Little Disa is an accomplished child. To be proud of.

Outside the room, sayup-sayup was heard the sound of chatter of Disa and Imas who were loud. Didn't mean to eavesdrop but his voice was very clear. Kean remained silent in his room listening to the conversation of the two women.

“Bi, that grandma really do not need to be brought to the doctor? Can be worried how if there is a wound in the dalem that does not look like.” Talk while chopping vegetables that will be cooked. The plan today they will cook the sunda menu that has been greatly missed by Disa.

“Nothing neng. I checked out Mr. mantri. He said just hit a little, his tension is still normal and his hands are on his feet no one lemes. Mah's stumbling from shock."

"Originally get enough rest. You see your grandmother is already sepuh so muchin rest so cepet healed.” Imas answered casually. In his hand he still cleaned the scales of fish that would be fried.

“Should be there more to watch out for grandma. When there was a small, grandmother who took care now grandmother needs to be there, even in far away. Guilty of bi.”

Suddenly melow with regret. She should have spent more time with her grandmother. Take care of her, accompany her so as not to feel lonely.

“Yes how else, kids if they have their own lives. Eneng also will go not because they do not want to mengurusin the ene, but yes must develop oruh. Let our family tea not be debased continue the same people.” Imas tries to motivate his nephew who still looks sad. He knew his nephew was not doing anything in vain.

“Just maybe this is mah yes, aunt nitip. If you have a family, if you can mah have tea children, which is a lot. Don't be irritated like an ene. Just have your father same om sugih. I'm just 2, all men, died first again.”

"Auntie is also divorced from the amang. If not because of the mabok mah mabok, then it is only in the same meal of salt ge. There was an attempt to make auntie happy. This is mah meni no effort.” Imas squeaked when he remembered his failure with his ex-husband.

“Now aunt also has no children, do not know later if already old aunt kayak how.”

This cooking event even became a venting event for Imas. Their families are small families. Luckily, Imas is Jenar's only niece, willing to take care of her like her own mother.

“Let's go too, later aunty help keep.” Imbuh Imas with spirit.

Disa only smiled faintly, having children had not even entered into her plan.

“Eh what time is it, aden is not awake yet?” looking towards the door of Disa's room which was still tightly closed.

“Not yet. Tired like bi. Nganterin dia from Jakarta to here, do not take a break. But usually this hour has been up, already sports.” So look at the door of his own room. If you think about it well young master, would be bothered to take him home.

So who's really troublesome.

“It's okay oruh neng. Delicious portion of meureun nginep in the room of a virgin mah. Fragrance, seger, mattress na still soft and rarely used. Must be a beautiful dream too.” Tempta Imas, imagining Kean in Disa's room and still sound asleep.

“Aha aunty mah ada-ada aja. Later he heard again, the whisper so not good.”

“Hehehe. Bisi keburu wake up no nothing.”

Lucky Imas reminded, otherwise it will be easy to prepare lunch without making breakfast.

“Can make fried rice first time yes bi.”

“Enya sok's. The new oil is there.”

Kean just smiled in the room. He slightly opened the door and saw Disa who was still wearing her negligee already standing in front of the stove. Her hair on the cepol just about any show of her white neck. A few strands of falling hair made her even sweeter. Kean remembered what happened last night.

It turns out that not only Disa is difficult to forget the events of last night.

Fragrant spices that are stir-fried begin to spread throughout the room including the room Disa. Kean's stomach is talking, hungry as well. Usually in the morning like this he has finished a glass of fruit and vegetable juice and a light breakfast such as sandwiches or whatever is prepared Disa.

But this time he won't protest. Let Disa enjoy her time at home.

“Aduh, meni beautiful fried rice. Learn where ari eneng?” Imas spoke again when he saw three dishes of fried rice made by his nephew. The dishes are beautifully arranged with scramble egg topings and fresh tomato slices.

“In ajarin at home employer bi.” Sahut Disa's.

For a long time he did not make fried rice recipe from Kinar. Last make before his great mistress gets home.

“Aunt want to nyicip oruh lah. Can ya?”

“Bby sok. This is for aunty.” Pouring one plate on Imas and immediately greeted cheerfully. It was great that he tasted the cooking of his nephew.

“Enak neng, delicious pisan!” imas exclaims with mouth full of food

Hearing the sound of Imas, Kean so join in imagining fried rice made by Disa. He rubbed his stomach and finally decided to leave the room.

“Aden, let's have breakfast.” Bring Imas. The woman immediately pulled out the chair and patted the surface of the chair Kean was about to sit on.

“Em, thanks bi. I went to the bathroom first.” however do not be too noticeable if he already really wants fried rice.

“Eh uda breakfast first. Then wash your face with your teeth. Aden mah does not shower also keep the casep da.” Imas pulled Kean's hand to sit on the chair. Looks like Kean already has a new fan, Bi Imas.

Disa tried to hold Imas but her aunt could not be opposed.

“Iya bi, thank you.” Kean finally sat down. He saw two dishes of fried rice that were still intact.

“You haven't had breakfast?” ask him on Disa.

Disa simply shook her head with a stifled smile. Just this time he saw his young master instantly eating after waking up.

“Sok eneng also sat down, temenin si aden eat. Let's eat it. Aunty wants nyuapin first mom..”.

“Em yes bi, thanks.” So awkward side by side with Kean. While the man only smiled as Disa sat beside him.

“It turns out, you once had black teeth as well.” Suddenly ledk.

“Meanour?” quite surprised by the stripes.

Kean did not reply, preferring to hold back the smile that made Disa think a lot.

“Gosh! Did you see my photo?” so remember the photo of class 2 SD when he ascended class.

“Her overalls are kegedean but funny too.” Kean continued his tearing making Disa's eyes round quickly. Not accept the looks.

Definitely what is discussed is the photo on the study table side by side with the graduation photo.

“For what sir secretly saw my photo!” annoyed with Disa bribing a spoonful of fried rice.

“I don't secretly look. You display the photo as if everyone wants to see a toothless little child with a thick red lipstick. Not to mention the hat that was made slanted. Hah, your taste sa..” the more spirit he teases Disa.

Disa could only growl in annoyance without daring to look at her young master. Too shy.

“But I know that you are beautiful from birth. Especially when lying on the table without a thread. So bright your face with that thick baby powder.” Uh, what's this, what compliments do you have again?

“Other times do not be repeated, it is not good for the lung health of the child. Fear sucked.” His whisper in His ear.

“ISH! Sir!” Disa could only clench without daring to smash her hand at Kean.

Kean chuckled and went back to enjoying his breakfast voraciously. Who would have thought he could tease Disa this early. What an interesting entertainment.

And Disa, his mind was directly on the photos in his room. Tired of it, he had no time to hide anything in his room. As a result, Kean can see all his photos since he was a baby. Oh, my God, that's so embarrassing.

The familiar ringing sound of a cell phone rang out from Kean's pants pocket. Kean immediately reached out to her, instantly his smiling lips turned grim. He ignored the call and put his phone away lazily. The back is visible. I don't know who called him to make Kean uncomfortable.

“You did not answer him sir?” ask Disa carefully.

“Not important!” ketus once the young master's answer to make Disa no longer dare to ask.

Who actually called his young master?

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