Marry The Heir
The young master's house

A new day for Disa begins. Wearing a uniform, lace apron on the abdomen, braiding hair and then carrying it neatly and wearing shoes. He stood in front of the mirror looking at his own face.

After the dawn prayer, he immediately prepared. As Kinar reminds us, it cannot be too late.

Standing in front of the mirror, he trained his lips to smile as Kinar had taught him a few days ago. Making sure no child had hair covering his forehead, he wore a colorless lip tint on his natural pink lips. Yeah, he should appear as neat as possible.

“Spiritual disa!” His clenching hands encouraged himself.

A small phone and a small wallet he put in the pocket of the jacket to be worn.

Opening the door of his room slowly so that his creaking did not disturb his friends. It was only half 5am but he had to rush towards his young master's house.

From outside her room, Disa could hear the sound of people bathing, maybe Tina or Nina who was inside there. He can't seem to tell his friends.

Disa immediately headed for the backyard where she parked her bike. He wore a jacket that was quite thick even though his legs remained exposed and made him cold creeps.

Riding a bicycle into the street after security officers opened the door for him. The passing vehicles were already quite crowded and Disa used their light to illuminate the road on the left side.

Only 1 kilo of highway passed by Disa, the rest he chose to cover entering the narrow alleys so that the journey is not too far away.

Luckily he brought his bike from yesterday so he could find an alternative way to shorten his journey.

Stopped for a moment at a grocery store. He bought food for his young master's breakfast. The money given by Kinar was still available when Disa spent the money. After being convinced of what he would cook, Disa continued her journey to her young master's house.

The air is still quite cold. Several times Disa shuddered as the fresh morning breeze swept across the exposed surface of her skin. The wheel kept turning at a moderate pace and Disa was so enjoying her ride.

One of the many things he is grateful for is being able to breathe fresh air and replace the air stock in his lung cavity. Sometimes he stretched out his arms and breathed the full air.

Half an hour later, Disa arrived at a white house with the dominance of glass. He went back to look for the photo in his tote bag and see if this is the home of the young master whom Kinar meant.

Binggo, he's in the right house. He went downstairs for a moment to greet the security guard who appeared to be asleep inside his post.

“Excuse me sir.” Can knock on the window glass on the right side of the security post.

A man with the name tag Revelation looked surprised to hear the voice of Disa and immediately enforce the position of his body.

“You see who is non?” ask the Revelation that is still gathering its consciousness.

“I'm here sir, waiter from the main house. Sent here the same bu kinar.” bright Disa with her sweet smile.

The man seemed to be frowning his forehead, it seemed he did not expect that the girl before him was the one who would take care of his young master.

“Oh, mba disa. I will open the door first.” said Wahyu who began to be fully aware.

“Iya sir.”

Disa led her bicycle in the footsteps of revelation. They went to the back door and parked their bikes in the backyard. Revelation opens the door for Disa with the key in her hand.

“Do not get young master to wake up.” message before leaving Disa.

“Iya sir, thank you.” sahut Disa.

Can take off his shoes and replace them with home sandals. He also put his tote bag in the closet near the back door, then turned to see the entire house is amazing.

“WAAWWWW!!” the first word that came out of His mouth.

He walked slowly enjoying the beautiful view inside the house. The kitchen is clean and neat, opposite the lounge that displays a large sofa with a large television attached to the wall.

A large refrigerator with a height equivalent to his body was next to a set of aesthetic dining tables with a beautiful lamp hanging in the middle. At the front of course there is a very large living room.equipped with a guest room and a small bathroom next to it.

This jepara carving partition is the separation between the living room and family room.

From inside the house, he could look around the courtyard without any meaningful obstructions. Only a thin curtain lined the large glass before him. But if you look from the outside, the glass is dark and not even visible light lights that light up inside the house.

“Gosh his house is very good..”

He was still in a feeling of amazement. He rubbed the soft but very dusty surface of the sofa. Maybe during the day it will look more like what this dirty house is not maintained.

It was recalled that his young master's room was on the 2nd floor. He climbed one by one the steps slowly.he just wanted to go to the wardrobe, where he had to prepare the clothes that his young master would wear.

Messy! It was the first impression that Disa saw when she opened the door of the room. It was so big, but clothes were everywhere. I don't know which one is dirty and clean.

Disa picked up one by one her clothes and smelled them. No one who smells detergent all smells of typical male perfume that has been mixed with sweat.2 full baskets are filled with dirty clothes belonging to his young master and enough to make Disa sweat.

He opened a large closet in front of him and there were only 2 shirts hanging. His suit was only one that was black in color, it seemed like his young master had never washed his clothes.

Disa took one light blue shirt, along with her black suit and pants. He also took a tie in matching colors. He noticed the clothes in front of him and took one of the handkerchiefs he folded and he slipped it in the black suit.

“Well, stay ironing, later come back here again for nyuci.” murmured Disa.

He took the iron from the bottom and started ironing the shirt. He also prepared new socks and the shoes of his young master had finished he polish. After that, he put it in a visible place so that his young master would find it easier.

Finished with the business of clothes, Disa again settles down carrying 2 laundry baskets.

“Aduuhh heavy really..” lamented Disa while tilting her waist to the left and right. I don't know how much time he has to spend washing his young master's clothes later.

His job was to cook rice. Not much rice is available, it also contains a lot of lice. Could pick and remove the lice from the rice, this time he cooked using this rice. After this he had to record what he had to buy to fill this house.

Taking a broom and a duster is the next thing Disa does. He began sweeping, opening windows and smothering the dusty surface of the table. It seems like no one has been sitting in this chair for months.

Today is indeed a test and it feels like the bones of the body Disa will fall out due to fatigue. At this point Disa concluded, having a spacious and beautiful house, is not entirely pleasant. There is a lot of energy that he has to spend just to maintain this house is always clean and tidy.

He sat in the dining room chair, drinking 2 glasses of water because his energy was almost exhausted. He gasped, cleaning this time was really draining his energy and emotions.

“Gosh! Half seven!” exclaiming Disa when looking at the clock stuck on the wall.

Like Cinderella, Disa also has to speed up her work. What is different is only the benchmark clock that he should not pass.

A desperate menu, fried rice was a menu he made for his young master's breakfast. Two cow-eye eggs perched on top of it. Hopefully he likes it because it's his last effort he's done before his young master wakes up and he has to disappear as quickly as possible.

*****

The sound of footsteps sounded confident and steady from the handsome man who walked past the receptionist of a famous cloth company. Different from usual, the handsome man looked neat with the suit stelan he was wearing.

It was Kean malik Hardjoyo who increasingly attracted the attention of the women he passed. His appearance was completely different from what he usually looked. Folding suits and shirts and neat pants are also shoes that are shiny when exposed to sunlight. Totally different than usual.

“Wah, young master really different yes..” whispered an employee who noticed Kean's arrival since he got off the car.

Kean heard it, but he didn't care. Isn't it common for women to be held captive by her good looks and bravery?

He walked to his study on the 2nd floor of this 8-storey building. A company engaged in this textile is Kean's responsibility entirely. It is one of the largest subsidiaries among the 3 other subsidiaries.

4 Fabric factory they have. It belongs to a group led by Sigit Hardjoyo, his father. The prestigious company as well as hell for a Kean who is very unhappy with the work he does. Honestly, this is not his passion.

“Good morning young master.” greet Marwan, who was already in Kean's workroom when Kean opened his room door.

“Morning.” took off his glasses and put them in his desk drawer. “What other reports does papah ask for? Oh I mean what other bulian materials do papah need?” kean's question sounded cynical as usual.

He sat in the director's chair and tidied up the file he made yesterday.

Marwan smiled faintly before answering his young master's question. He was too used to his cynical attitude. 'Like father like son.' maybe this sentence is suitable for the father and son of Hardjoyo's last name.

“I was only asked to convey an invitation for a company meeting at the head office.” Marwan thrust the invitation letter in his hand at Kean . “How to do 4 days young master, so you can still prepare everything.” explained Marwan later. He was sure that his young master would not open the invitation letter.

“Hem.” is just that Kean said. After all, he was not too interested in the meeting that would be the event to bring him down.

“Then, I excuse you.” Marwan got up from his seat and Kean remained in his cold demeanor. “Oh yes, you look different today.” he added before passing and disappearing behind the door.

Kean the henchman stared at the file in front of him after Marwan left his place. He went into the bathroom in his private room and stood in front of a large glass that displayed his entire body.

He recalled the moment he entered his walk in closet and found his neat room without clothes strewn with an obscure fragrance. There is a perfume that refreshes the room that looks wider. His clothes were hanging neatly complete with shoes and socks.

Even look, there was a handkerchief tucked in his suit pocket and braving his appearance. Looks like Kinar's delivery guy could pretty well work.

“Gue is cool.” his murmur while rubbing his chin which is covered with thin hair.

With this neat appearance, it feels like he is starting to get excited to think. In his mind revolved the memory that he should no longer be humbled by those around him especially his father. He has performed this cool, so he must show his hidden qualities.

“You see, you will not only be fascinated by my appearance but also by my ability.” back Kean muttered, amazed at himself.

It seems like a good day to start it all.

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