Marry The Heir
Important call

Buying medicine, food and ordering staples to a store is on Disa's agenda at this time. He wanted to make sure that his grandmother did not lack anything, especially food. Why work hard if your loved one does not enjoy the results? So thought Disa. After all, the purpose he worked for was to meet the needs of his family.

Disa chose to use beca as a means of transportation from one place to another. For a very long time he did not enjoy riding a pedicab around Bandung. Not too hot sunlight and the breeze to be a pleasant friend to spend time with the city of Bandung.

Things did not expect to happen when his young master asked to come along and willingly crowded up the rickshaw. At first he refused to use the three-wheeled vehicle but for some reason until finally he agreed to ride a rickshaw and sit opposite with Disa.

Disa took out one hand, feeling a gust of wind blowing her back and palm. Taking a deep breath until Kean finally broke the atmosphere by shaking off Disa's hand.

“Let your hands tinsel motor!” he cried when he saw some motor that sein right turn left. One of the viral behaviors of motorcyclists today.

“My hand is not as long as it is sir, the time can be up to serempet.” Disa said she didn't like it. His lips pursed in annoyance because Kean was completely ruining his mood.

“Not yet, not not. Over time your hands get longer, want to feel the air more and more.” Still can't accept Disa denying it.

Good young master, I will obey. Mumbled Disa in his heart. There is no point in arguing with someone who is always destined to win.

Seeing Disa who finally complied, Kean smiled with satisfaction. It can also be arranged this child, he thought. His smile grew wider when he saw the shirt he was currently wearing. T-shirts from a local distro in bandung with mustard colors and bright ash knee-length pants.

One of these clothes was suddenly on his bed after Kean took a bath. Complete with under wear. If you remember the surprise this morning, he felt anxious himself. How can the size you choose can fit so well in his body.

“Where did you buy this shirt?” lifting a little cloth on his chest that read simply. Pretty interesting according to him.

“In the distro belongs to my friend. Bandung is a paradise of fashion sir, do not be strange if I can easily get one stel shirt for you.” He said with pride.

Yes Kean admitted it, Bandung is indeed one of the shopping centers cheap and quality clothes, as Kean wears. It's just the color selection, how can Disa think of this color while the clothes that Kean usually wears are dark colors.

He could be comfortable wearing this shirt.

“You need to get out of the comfort zone sir. In addition to black, white and gray, there are still many colors that you must try to make your life more colorful.” Very clever this girl read the mind of Kean who was glued to look at the clothes he was wearing.

“Know where I think of this shirt?” a little probing because Disa's estimate is precise.

“Em, from the expression of the master. Sir looks not confident. Though, the master was handsome, dashing, fit to wear any clothes. Why not be confident?” that sentence smoothly came out of Disa's mouth.

“Oh, so I'm handsome and dashing?” Kean quoted a part of Disa's sentence which he said was sincerely conveyed to comfort him.

“Em, not also.” Trying to turn his face that looks red. The slip would be.

“Acquire if I am handsome and dashing. Pake timidly all.” muttered Kean who could not bear to laugh. His nose seemed to fly to get unexpected praise from Disa.

“Had, it looks like the master is very thirsty for praise.” Timpal Disa, who melengos chose to pay attention to the seller of the canki on the roadside. It seems good during the day like this eating canki and sprinkled pilus. Don't forget the many sauces. Add the chili as well, it must be delicious.

Compared to looking at his young master who was sometimes annoying like this, his nartistic soul seemed to rise after getting praise from Disa.

“Hey, see me when you're talking.” His protest that did not accept Disa instead looked the other way.

“Come sir, the bandung is beautiful. Time I have to mengeliatin master continues?” try to give up even though that's not what he feels. Too long looking at Kean made his feelings uncertain, this is what Can actually avoid.

The more interesting, Disa began to dare to refute him and that made Kean anxious. To be honest he preferred this kind of Disa, Disa who showed his thoughts and feelings. It was not Disa who just nodded, obeying her every command. In this way he knows what Disa likes and dislikes.

“Pak, stop in front of the pharmacy ya..” shouted Disa at the pedicab paddler

“Siap neng.” He immediately sped up, deflecting his pedicab over in front of the pharmacy.

Although he was no longer young, his strength was still strong enough to transport Kean and Disa as well as some luggage.

“I got off here. Later ask for help my groceries brought to the house that is creamy paint sir. Which there is a big mango tree.” Put the groceries back on the rickshaw.

“Home of his neng?” the rickshawman also knew Jenar, so Disa did not need to give a longer clue.

“Iya sir. Here's the fare.”

“Read more!”

The pedicab's skin is still on Kean's eyes. He could not believe seeing Disa let the rickshawman go with the things he bought.

“You trust the same guy earlier?” following in the steps of Disa with a feeling of uncertainty.

“Crust master. He is still here, only the base is a bit far.” Bright Disa who began to pay attention to the rows of medicines in the pharmacy.

“But can he escape? Bring your things and the money you love. Not everyone is good in.” Kean doubted Disa's choice.

“But not everyone is as well as you think.” Quickly follow. “Teh, buy this medicine yaa.. This Copy of the recipe from mr. mantri.” Proffering a copy of the prescription to the pharmacy attendant, while Kean still looked at Disa in disbelief.

How could this girl possibly believe in someone else? In difficult times like now, people justify all means to take what is not their right and Disa lightly provide opportunities that can be misused.

“No need to think about sir, I know the house of the driver's father. He's my SD friend's father. He may forget me but I do not forget him.” Terang Disa, as if answering Kean's curiosity.

Kean breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that not without reason Can give his trust in the man.

“What becomes our fortune will not disappear even if people try to take it. And that is not our fortune, can be taken at any time, even those in the mouth can be vomited if not our fortune.”

Kean who was fixated, like thinking when the sentence was so light came out of His mouth.

“Iya I agree, it's just that the way you just made me a little surprised.” Smiling faintly considering his own suspicions.

“The father, has been a rickshaw puller since I remember. The only job he had was that. So there is no way he could easily undermine the trust of people who use his services. Reputation that he maintained for a lifetime, could fall apart due to one mistake.”

Actually Disa understood very well the thoughts of her young master during the protest and it was not wrong. But Disa tried to give trust to the rickshaw father earlier. After all, even though he gave the bait, he still held a hook that he could pull back.

“Yes thank goodness it was like that. Hopefully you can keep your trust.” Timpal Kean finally. He was more impressed with the girl in front of him.

“It's tea, everything is two hundred and thirty-eight thousand.” The medicine is finished in the box. There are 3 types of drugs that are put in plastic and each has been labeled a name and dose.

“Oh yes tea, here's the money.” Give some money to the pharmacy.

“Pas yes.” After counting the money from Disa. “The medicine is already on the label yes tea, everything is in the drink after eating.”

“Iya tea, thanks.” One other agenda is done and Disa can go home soon.

“How long have you not been home?” suddenly Kean was curious. Seeing the attitude of Imas and his grandmother when he saw Disa coming home, it seems like they have not met for long.

“It's been a while. Last time I went home, I was on semester break. Almost a year ago.” Reminiscing Disa.

Akh if reminded when Disa last came home always makes him sad. She left her aunt and grandmother too long.

“If you want to go home and visit your grandmother, you can say. Don't wait for her new pain you come home.” There was something different from his current young master. His words sounded softer like there was guilt.

Apart from Kean's problems with his parents especially his papa, Kean does have a lot of respect for his parents. Especially mother. And it is proven, although the anger is still quite large on his papa, does not necessarily make Kean not try to improve the situation. This man is still trying to get closer to his father even though the way he did is still not fruitful. But one process he has gone through, trying to be a better boy.

“Thank you sir.” So moved to hear Kean's concern for her.

Kean just smiled and nodded slowly.

In the middle of the journey, suddenly a biker drove his bike quickly, passing Kean and Disa. Not only that, he screamed.

“Do not want neng, will not be married.” Shouted the man once and then laughed in satisfaction successfully teasing Disa and Kean. The man left just like that, taking his vehicle mingling with other vehicles on the street without any guilt.

While being asked to joke Kean can only peel, making the atmosphere awkward for both.

“He was just kidding sir.” Can try to neutralize the situation. Perhaps subconsciously what they do has invited the attention and pity of others.

Kean brushed his hair rough. Really it is not a funny joke because in the next minute makes his feelings uncomfortable with the speech earlier. It turns out that he can also baper with other people's jokes even though he really likes to tease Disa.

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Kean's phone kept ringing leaving some missed calls. The owner seemed engrossed in talking to Jenar on the terrace, ignoring his phone like he did not care.

After the call at breakfast, Kean often ignored his phone. Put it carelessly as if it doesn't matter if someone else needs to talk to it.

“That's hp who neng, from earlier the sound continues?” Imas who was preparing lunch also commented.

“Have a young master bi.” Looking at Kean who is fun to listen to many tips from Jenar.

“Try me or tell you something important. From earlier do not stop people callin.”

Disa just smiled faintly. Just as he was about to move to his room, suddenly his phone rang this time. He quickly answered.

“Assalamu a’alaikum bu.” Disa responds quickly to a call from Kinar.

Imas looked at him questioningly, while Disa just shook her head. “Iya ma'am, good ma'am. I'm sorry bu.” Those words were finally spoken Disa who then hung up the phone again.

“Who? Seems serious pisan neng?” kepo mode Imas on.

“Em, from Jakarta bi.” Stomach limp. Staring at Kean with a giddy feeling. “It looks like we have to go home.” His voice sounds soft.

“Why neng, is there a problem?”

“Nothing bi. Just,” I don't know how he should explain it to Imas. Where might he say that Kinar expressed his dislike for Disa to take her young master back to Bandung.

He could only clutch his phone to channel his worries with a puzzled face and look at Kean from a distance. How should he pack his sentences on his young master?

“Yes already, if there is something important mah, enjoy going home again. My grandmother is also better. Tuh see, have taken mah seger medicine again, bring again.”

Imas tried to understand what Disa was thinking. Between having to fulfill his call or staying here to accompany his grandmother, it was indeed a difficult choice.

“But,” his heart is too heavy.

“Eh neng, don't do it ah. If something is important, you have to finish it."

"There it is, the master cuddly. A place to work and find a halal income."

"Eneng should respect people who have been giving fun work. Find work today difficult tea. Don't look for disease.”

“Lagian, if you go home because of guilt do not take care of the grandmother, it is also not good. That's not supposed to be the reason for going home.”

Disa heard the words of Imas. That's true what Imas said. He should have come home not because he felt guilty but because he cared about his family. Two different reasons though the tip remains the reason for Disa to go home.

Disa finally decided to approach Kean. Giving his young master's phone that he had been staying on since. Like he was avoiding something.

“It looks like we have to go home sir.” He said when giving Kean's phone.

“Why? Must now?” Either he was really shocked or was just an excuse to dodge. What is clear now, Kean is still at home in this house. This is not a place where he should feel at home.

“Bu kinar said, big master asked you to go home.” that's all you can do to make an excuse.

Kean's face changed quickly. He could have expected that this was a problem he had to have dinner with Brata and Clara.

“Yes already, then I will go home. You can stay here.” the only way is to follow Sigit's will before a new problem occurs. After all, he could no longer avoid. Everything has to be resolved quickly.

“I'm coming with mr.” Connect Disa.

“For what? You can still stay here until you are sure that your grandmother is better.”

“No sir, I'll go home with you. I brought the master here and I do not want because I the master is in trouble.”

“Not so there. My problem is not because of you.” Kean tried to convince.

“Of course yes sir. If only I had obeyed the order bu kinar to keep a distance with you, maybe the big lord or bu kinar would not be this angry.” Inner Disa. Unfortunately, he could not tell Kean. He can only replace it by welding.

“I beg sir. My grandmother had gotten better and I could leave her.” Although heavy, eventually Disa had to make this decision.

Kean could only exhale his coarse breath. If it was like this, he could no longer argue with Disa.

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