Marry The Heir
Even if you have to take risks

Stepping in with a shunt, getting into Kean's house is like re-entering into a difficult choice. What was happening right now was like opening a new gap to make his great master control his life.

While in the main house, no one dared to greet him. No one dared to approach, neither Tina, Nina nor Wita. They ignored Disa, as if not seeing the existence of Disa.

Each one seemed busy with his work ignoring Disa who was sitting dumbstruck in the chair. They were afraid just to say hello to Disa and ask her news.

“I heard, you still sell food in front of his house and not many buyers come. Though it was his only source of income."

"Is it possible that I need to provide capital assistance?” the shortcut Sigit offer sounded tempting but to Disa it was like a warning.

Warning that his great master knew enough about his family.

Disa let out a huffed breath. It was too frightening that he had to imagine what Sigit could do to Meri.

“Please don't do anything to my family sir.” He can only beg.

“Oh yes? Are you begging?” the great master before him looked down on Disa with a paltry glance. It was fun for him to make a little person like Disa instantly understand the meaning of his sentence.

“I beg sir.” Can rested in front of Sigit and the man just smiled. It was a very scary smile for Lisa. It felt like Disa did not want to repeat her meeting with Sigit like that.

In this house was very quiet, giving Disa the opportunity to do many things. One thing he wanted to do immediately was to go into his room and contact Meri.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum tan,.” sahut Disa immediately upon hearing Meri answer her call.

“Wa’alaikum salam. “ his voice sounds light, like everything is fine.

Although according to Imas, Meri is no longer part of their family, but not for Disa. For years he lived with Meri and Meri to take care of it despite the difficulties. Let Sugih divide the results of his work to send Disa to school, of course it is not something that Can be forgotten easily. There are many services that cannot be reciprocated especially if it has to lead to misfortune.

“Tante how are you?” it was very sad to talk to this woman. Women who often wear koyo on the left and right side of the temple with a rare appearance look fresh.

“Good. You how are you?”

“Alhamdulillah good tan.” Disa sniffles. Slightly distanced his phone so that Meri did not hear the stuffing he was holding.

He heard another voice talking to Meri.

“I wings only, which in fried crisp.” Saying a voice. It can be imagined that the tantenya is serving the buyer and his phone he narrowed in between the ears and shoulders.

“Tante is busy again huh?” Disa asked again after successfully controlling the vibration of her vocal cords.

“Iya again someone bought.”

“Em yes already, there close first yes tan. Later in the day stop by play at aunt's house.”

“Iya. Aunt wait.”

Aunty wait he said, making a smile Disa fluffy. Though Meri always asked, when Disa can live independently and out of her small house and stop bothering her. But this time everything improved.

The call was interrupted and Disa could sigh in relief. His aunt was fine and he had to make sure that his great master would not do anything to his aunt.

The sound of footsteps could be heard climbing the stairs. He immediately wiped his tears. From his footsteps, Disa knew very well that it was the sound of his young master's footsteps.

Glazed for a while before meeting his young master. He had to make sure his facial expression was not too moody so as not to add to his young master's mind.

“You home sir?” greet Disa when opening her room door.

His eyes immediately rounded as he looked at Kean's face that was covered in wounds.

“Hem,“ says Kean with fatigue. His strength was exhausted after a great fight with Marwan's men.

Only now could Disa clearly see the face of Kean who was covered in wounds after just trying to avoid seeing his young master.

“I'm fine in.” Said Kean when he saw Disa who was worried about him.

Seeing Disa who is fine is much more important than her own circumstances. He could endure the pain of the punch marks but he could not help his feelings if he saw Disa like that.

“I get compress.” Disa quickly left Kean. Get down to the kitchen looking for containers and hot water. He also took a cloth to compress the wound of his young master.

During the filling of the water, his mind floated uncharacteristically. He believes Kean is fighting with the people who kidnapped him. So sorry to himself, out of anger and needing to calm himself he went to the toilet and left his young master. But who would have thought when going back to the car, Kean was not there.

Replaced two men with strong stature with a grinning face to see his arrival. The man saw something on his phone screen until he nodded at his friend.

They were shocked because they did not know the two people. Trying to dodge immediately turned around to look for his young master, but who would have thought suddenly there was a burly hand holding him back. Stir him with something. I don't know, the smell was so strong that a few seconds later he lost consciousness.

The container is almost full in the water. Disa immediately brought him to Kean. Kean was no longer in front of his room and Disa immediately headed for his young master's room.

It looks Kean who is sitting on the edge of the bed and is playing his phone. He hesitated to approach until he finally remembered his plan to compress Kean's face.

Standing before Kean and the man stared at Disa for a moment before throwing his eyes back away.

"Stop worrying about me like that." she said.

“I compress mr.” Pulling a chair nearby to sit opposite Kean.

Kean didn't chim in until Disa touched his face and brought their eyes across. Visible Disa who sighed deeply with teary eyes. His heart rippled, looking at the face of his young master who was injured so much.

It is not imagined what kind of pain bruises on Kean's face plus a torn wound between his lips. Again, because of Disa, Kean was injured a second time. He deeply regrets this. Why does he always bring misfortune to his young master, such as being destined to be near Kean as someone who complicates the life of his young master. Why does it have to be like this?

His hands were raised with trembling. Suppressing a soft bruise on Kean's cheek made his young master refrain from grimacing in pain. Disa knew full well her young master's efforts not to make her feel guilty. But obviously, it made her feel even more guilty.

One tear just slipped away. Disa could not imagine the pain on Kean's face that he tried to stop. Had he never returned to Bandung with Kean, had his young master not been this good, and had he firmly rejected his own feelings, this might never have happened.

There was a large lump of bejogol on his chest, making him tight and sick at the same time.

“Hey, I'm fine.” Finally Kean made a sound. Seeing Disa like this he did not have the heart.

“But because I'm the master so it's not okay. I can't see a master like this.” Disa sobbing. Can no longer hold back her cries for not breaking. It turns out that he is not that strong at hiding his feelings.

“Then don't look at.” Kean used his palm to cover his eyes so as not to see him.

“I will be fine as long as you are fine.” Its effects.

Although covered by Kean's hand, in fact the tears Disa still escaped dripping. He did not sob, only his shoulders were seen moving up and down with his lips pinched with tears.

As much as Disa's fear and guilt, it seemed Sigit had actually managed to threaten Disa.

“Please don't cry. Don't cry for me.” said Kean who made Disa more adamant to hold back her crying. The girl hiccups in front of him. Why is it so painful to see Disa worry about him.

Without lowering his hand, Kean approached Disa. It was so close that he could feel the roaring gasps of Hisa mixed with tears. Kean was getting closer, eroding his distance with Disa. Until finally his nose touched Disa's nose and made him able to kiss Disa's lips gently.

He closed his eyes, allowing the electricity in his body to reach Disa. Disa did not reject him. Just stare in shock. Always like this, he seemed unable to resist or retaliate.

Slowly Kean lowered his hand, he wanted to see Disa's eyes that turned out to be closed. His hand went down past the line of Disa's face, tracing her neck which made the girl sniff her shoulders shudder then grabbing her nape.

Kean continued what he had started and had no intention of ending it.

Slowly Disa replied to him even though he was panting mixed with tears. The two were clenched to a halt as they nearly ran out of breath.

Kean stuck his forehead on Disa's forehead without releasing his hand from the nape of Disa which was still bristling. They sighed each of them which then blew warmly on the faces of the two.

Right now, he was still reluctant to open his eyes, preferring to enjoy the rumbling sensation in his chest.

“Sa,” says Kean.

The girl opened her eyes, as if she had just woken up from a drunkenness.

Kean smiled faintly looking at those still wet red eyes.

“I really hope you understand what I feel without having to say it.”

“I need you until I dare not say anything for fear that you are leaving.”

“Can we keep it like this?”

Kean rubbed his forehead on Disa's forehead. The girl looked at him softly but then she nodded.

Kean smiled faintly at Disa's response. They are both taking risks for something that might hurt both.

And Kean, ready to start a new, deeper, warmer kiss. They re-enacted, expressing feelings for each other in a more concentrated way. Everything just goes by and I don't know when.

Sometimes it is necessary to take risks so that someone knows what we really want.

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