Marry The Heir
Refusal

POV Kean:

That dinner plan actually happened and I'm still getting ready in my room. Not only preparing my appearance but also the mentality and attitude that I will show later. There is someone who helps me to prepare everything, yes of course, my girl Disa.

Now I prefer to call her that, sweet and thrilling. Makes him within my reach, giving his own calm. I often grind my teeth because of the anxiety of seeing his sometimes ridiculous behavior. As of now, he is still eager to choose clothes for me. Though I told you, the show is just relaxed, not too formal. But it is not His name if not totality in preparing everything.

“How about this stelan? It looks neat but relaxing sir.” He's the one who's still standing in front of the closet and picking clothes for me. Put it on me from a considerable distance.

I put down the watch I was trying, it didn't feel like anything was right.

“Need I try now?” I approached him and made our distance very close. Look, he still looks surprised when we've been closer than this.

“Hem, try mr.” He thrusts a blazer hanging in the hanger.

“Good.” I immediately took the hanger out of his hand and put it on the sofa. I opened the tee shirt I was wearing and I saw in the mirror, Disa turned around.

“Why did you change clothes here sir?” the murmuring that was still faint I heard.

Hahaha, his face immediately reddened seeing me bare-chested.

Honestly since our kiss was hot enough, Disa and I started to open up together. Our attention to each other is much greater. We both try to get rid of the awkwardness. He became my focus and I became his focus right now.

We acted as if there were no problems in our relationship even though we both knew the problems existed and were quite big. We are just trying to enjoy every opportunity that is near us. And this time, I tried to solve one by one our problems.

It's not without reason that I asked Disa to choose clothes for me. I could have been playing with a t-shirt and jeans. But I didn't do it. I chose to involve Disa choosing my outfit so I could show off if I was in the hands of the right woman. A woman who can not only stand by me but can make me look better.

In addition, by using Disa's chosen outfit, it makes me feel that Disa is coming with me. Come to war against an arrogant and arbitrary papah.

“Not this time have you seen me like this?” I always loved teasing her and making her blush in shame, covering her face with both hands, so sweet.

“Again the chest is not a man, I know the limit.” Intentionally I lingered on my shirt, I still really enjoyed the teasing session.

“But it is not good to make others think that is not-not with what you do.” He was still behind me, like he was really scared. I saw from the reflection of the mirror, his eyes were tightly closed. Kasian also lingered like that.

I immediately put on my shirt and approached him. “What do you think?”

“Gosh!” he immediately flinched. Quite shocked to hear my sudden voice behind him.

“Nothing.” choose to stay away, pick up the pieces of clothes scattered on the sofa and put them back in the closet.

I approached again, standing right behind him. With my right hand I closed the closet door and rested there. His body was covered by my body, making him unable to move.

“Why don't you ask where I'm going and meet who? Aren't you curious? ” I bent my body so I could whisper in his ear.

“For what?” he tilted his head, trying to dissipate my breath so as not to hit his neck covered by a hairdresser.

“I believe sir won't go to any place.” He did not dare to look back because he knew my face was right behind him.

“Crust or don't care? The difference is very thin loh.”

He thought, biting his lips. I tried to look at her face from the side and she kept holding on not to turn her head. His face was red with his right hand clutching his left fist. I like it when he's misbehaving.

“Certainly different.” A little bit away from me, he just looked.

“If you don't care, I won't choose clothes that are suitable for you. I do not need to make the master look neat and cool.”

The words are so simple, I like it.

“Smart girl.” I rubbed his head and looked into his clear eyes. Just for a moment he returned my gaze and showed the brown circumference in his rounded eyeballs. He says it's a sign that someone has a special feeling for us.

“Em, sir should be prepared. Don't forget his watch.” Again he was wrong. Everything is touched even though the watch has been used since I used it.

“Hey, briefly.” I pulled her hand a little hard, for her to come closer to me.

He did not refuse, as he was quite used to being close to me. Her cold, slightly wet hands told me she was nervous.

I noticed his face that was often down. “See me.” I lift his chin which is not too taper but sweet because there is a little cleavage in the middle.

“I won't be home too late. I won't eat there either. So, make me pasta yes, we eat together on the balcony.”

Must make an appointment so as not to be left asleep.

“What are you sad about?” suddenly he asked like that. Does my face look sad? Or maybe because I asked for pasta so he thought I needed some consolation.

“Em, come here.” I pull his hand and I put it on my waist. I hugged him tightly, very comfortable even though he was too stiff.

“I'm not sad. It's just,.” my breath sounds deep, while sipping the fragrance of her hair that is still braided. Very soothing.

“I need strength. I need you to give me the strength to face any difficulties.” Suddenly my voice was ragged.

I really need strength to face Papah. I've devised a plan that I believe will work when I deliver calmly. And Disa, can give me what I need. Strong determination to say it.

He was like an antidote to my pain and a sedative to all my grief. So, I will not exchange it for anything even if I have to openly fight papah.

I slowly felt Disa rubbing my back gently and patting it gently. I smiled little at his efforts.

“Master can definitely get through everything well. Remember when I said the master was a lion?”

He tried to comfort me.

“Yes I remember and will always remember.” My reply. For a moment, we embraced. Draining the positive energy that carries endorphins throughout my body. It felt calm and happy like all the problems I was ready to face.

Thank you Disa. Thank you for always being there when I need you.

Hold on, just wait for me for a second.

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A luxury house with European style is already seen in plain sight. Sigit became the first car parked in the yard.

Kean deliberately came at the end because he just wanted to convey something important and then go home. As he promised, he would not be leaving Disa too long.

“If anyone knocks on the door, you see first you open.”

“No need to send grace food or chat too long with the man. You're home, wait for me to come home.”

That message that Kean said just before leaving. Still a fear of its own when suddenly Marwan kidnaps Disa like the other day. It was not impossible that it happened again, considering what he would say must have triggered Sigit's wrath.

“Good night, sir. Please login.” A middle-aged woman in a maid uniform opened the door for Kean.

The woman immediately pointed the way to the living room, where Brata, Sigit and of course Clara were. A large and magnificent house, it has become the hallmark of this property entrepreneur. His house is filled with a collection of antiques that must be fantastic.

“Wah, kean has come apparently.” Brata cried when he saw Kean's arrival.

They were chatting casually while laughing. Their conversation will not be far from the success story of their business or the story of the youth of both.

“Goodnight om.” Kean stretched out his hand shaking Brata.

“Om think you'll come with your papah. How's the meeting, done?” brata asked like a probing.

I don't know what Sigit said to cover up the estrangement between them, which is definitely a lie.

“Not fully finished yet. Later on connect again.” Timpal Kean relax. Of course what he meant was his meeting with Disa.

Sigit looked at him doubtfully, trying to guess what his son was thinking.

“Sigit, you are lucky, have a successor that has high loyalty. Exactly you.” Brata patted kean's shoulder with pride.

“Yes, so I'm sure to leave the company to my son.” As Brata said, again this is about the heir.

“Lo fight ken?” Clara noticed a bruise on Kean's face that had not completely disappeared.

Kean turned to Sigit who pretended not to listen. “Ya, slightly. There's a puppy who tried to bite me.” Sindir kean, go to his father.

“Udah you haven't? Watch out later imprint.” Clara tried to touch Kean's face and quickly evaded Kean, half fending him off. He doesn't like anyone touching his face other than Disa.

“Natural boy in case of a little brawl. It shows that he's trying to protect what belongs to him.”

In this sentence Kean agreed with Brata. He also tried to protect what was his.

Sigit only nodded at the words of his best friend.

“It just so happens that there is something I want to convey to om.” Kean immediately prepared to tell the reason for his arrival to meet the dinner invitation.

“Wah. What was? How about we talk over dinner?” Brata was immediately enthusiastic.

“Em is not om, here only. Coincidentally I have also eaten, so it is still quite full.”

“Kean!” suddenly cried Sigit. Like not accepting the rejection of his son.

“Loh, what's up, it seems so important?”

Kean just smiled casually at the reaction of the father.

“Ya om, it is very important and I must immediately convey. It's about, me and claire.” There is no point in delaying again. Kean wanted to say everything right now.

“You and claire?” Brata smiled happily looking at Clara and Kean alternately. Clara relaxed with Kean and Brata's attitude.

Kean nodded with confidence.

“Say. Om ready to listen.”

Like getting a good chance to say what his heart meant.

“Begini om, me and claire have been friends since childhood. We are close enough as friends.”

Brata nodded at Kean's initial words. His face was so bright with a smile growing.

“And about our matchmaking, “

Kean took a glance at the dumbstruck Sigit in his place. Like waiting for what his son would say.

“I turned it down.” said Kean confidently.

Brata and Sigit's facial expressions changed rapidly. He did not expect Kean to say this.

“Kean! Watch your words!” The sigit is immediately inflamed. Like not accepting his son to express his rejection.

“Why? Why are you rejecting an arranged marriage with claire. Aren't you friends and with this matchmaking you can be friends for life.” Brata is still waiting for Kean's explanation.

“True om, we are indeed friends. And it looks like we can only be friends, not bound by marriage.”

“Me and Claire, have different lives, different thoughts and different choices. Claire and I have also agreed to refuse this matchmaking.”

“Is that true Claire?” attention was drawn to Clara.

The beautiful girl looked calm rather trying to calm down. He grabbed Brata's hand which he then held tightly.

“Iya pah, Claire did agree to refuse matchmaking with kean. We can only be friends.”

This is the answer Kean is waiting for.

Kean smiled with satisfaction at the answer of his best friend. While Brata and Sigiit seem to not accept.

“But it was.” Clara turned to look at Kean who was now frowning his forehead.

“Former Claire did agree but right now, claire thinks claire has no reason to refuse. Claire wants to be in the same soul mate kean.”

Clara rubbed Kean's thigh slowly and Kean immediately flicked it.

“Hah, thank goodness. Papah thinks,”

“Wait for om!” Kean paused immediately. He looked at Clara who chose to turn her face away from Kean. “I need to talk to claire.” Kean stared questioningly at the girl before him.

Not out of thought what was in the head of this woman until suddenly willing to accept their matchmaking.

“Claire, we need to talk.” Kean tries to pull Clara's hand but the girl flicks him.

“Here aja. Speaking directly in front of papah same om sigit.” He refused.

Kean breathed heavily. Still not finished with Clara's attitude. Some time ago this girl even asked for her help to melt the heart of Brata to accept Marcel. But this time all turned against him.

“Why did you reject my daughter? Is it because of the girl you brought to the party back then?” Brata's starting to get inflamed. He does not accept Kean rejecting his daughter because of a girl who he thinks is not at the level of a Clara Davina.

Kean was limp. It seemed like he had to fend for himself against the two old men before him.

“I've said all my reasons in the beginning. Me,”

“You turned down my daughter because of a waitress HAH?!”

Finally Brata let out her anger. He looked at Kean with barking eyes. Since attending his company's birthday party, Kean's arrival with a girl has indeed come to his attention. He did not expect that Kean would come with a girl instead of seeing her daughter specifically.

At that time he found out who the girl was and turned out to be a waiter at his house.

“What is more that waitress than my daughter huh?!” Brata pointed at Kean's face. “Sigit! Your son is out of his mind! He's willing to trade diamonds to get sand gravel. Who does she think she is?!” brata's anger is growing.

“Brata, relax. Kean is not thinking clearly. I'll talk to him.” Sigit tried to persuade. His hand was clenched, clutching the stick in his hand. He was ready to smash his wand at any time.

“No reward.”

“As Claire said, we'll finish everything here. And I reaffirmed, I refused my matchmaking with Claire. Good night om.” Kean immediately moved from his place, leaving Brata, Sigit and Clara still shocked by Kean's attitude.

“KEAN! STOP!” shiver Sigit from his place. The man was already standing upright looking at his son with anger.

Kean stopped his steps for a moment. There was nothing he wanted to think about right now. Arguing will have no result. So he decided to continue his steps leaving the three people behind him. His stance is solid and he will not turn around for any reason.

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