Marry The Heir
The bad morning

Rumblings fretting is not always then melted just because of a real desire. There is a lot of bitterness involved in a hope that feels difficult.

That's what I feel right now.

In front of him, there was Kean sitting on his side and was enjoying their breakfast this morning. There is no meaningful conversation on the dining table, all focus on a delicious breakfast menu that even feels bland.

Arini also, he only played his spoon on a bowl of oats made by Disa as a breakfast menu in the morning. In his mind, he still guessed whether Disa heard his debate with Sigit. Isa still with her calm face, a smile that always rises sincerely even though her eyes are not as bright as usual, making the contents of Arini's head continue to guess.

It was the calmness of Disa that made Arini feel uncomfortable instead of feeling calm. Very eager to ask Disa but He did not know where to start the question, because not necessarily Disa heard their debate or actually heard in its entirety.

It seems, it is true what Kinar said. If he had made the mistake of asking Disa to drive him and wait for him at the door of Sigit's study. Too careless he thought. It was just that he did not expect that what Sigit would argue was about Kean and the girl before him.

“Just mister.” His voice was heard when the girl brought a glass of fruit and vegetable juice closer to Kean. His son just ended a breakfast session that he could not enjoy too much. Like this food just to meet the needs of his stomach. As long as he had breakfast, only Disa would be seen silently.

“Hem.” That short voice was then heard.

“Whatever, what do you want for lunch today? Want the fruit or not?” the casual question was deliberately made by Disa to melt the atmosphere.

Although the mind of the great mistress and her young master was not upset but she needed to divert it for a moment so that the two people in front of her did not continue to fall.

Arini looked at Disa and smiled. This beautiful girl can still put on her calm face in order to make the atmosphere not getting runnyam.

“Maybe the fruit is tastier and easier to swallow.” Legally.

“If I make soto, how is madam?” the more cheerful look of the face that he made made Arini could sigh in relief because he saw Disa was fine.

“Bby. I haven't eaten soto.” in a long time Arini is not less excited. At the very least, the chatter about soto could have a bit of a distraction.

“Good. I'll check our groceries first.” Disa immediately moved, leaving the big lady and her young master to check the groceries in the refrigerator.

Kean and Arini just looked at each other. They must admit that Disa's efforts to make the atmosphere return to normal are quite hard. Her cheerful carrying had changed the atmosphere of the originally silent room into a little colorful.

Kean noticed the direction of Disa's motion, looking at the girl in front of the refrigerator while checking the ingredients, looking quite funny. His slightly frowning forehead as he was thinking, became an interesting sight for Kean.

“I also eat at home. Make corn parchment yes.” the door without hesitation.

“Good sir.” See, he started to smile wider, making the people who saw him smile.

He took some of the food he had chosen to the kitchen table. He sorted and cleaned it and put it in a container.

“You'll cook now?” Arini also noticed Disa who he thought was too excited.

“Yes madam, so that the spice is more pervasive.” there is only a reason.

Honestly, this is how Disa diverts her mind. He does not want to give a pause in time that makes him have to think about things that should not be. It is better to turn his mind to work, so that time passes faster. Wait, what is he chasing? Tranquility or just a diversion?

Arini no longer interrupts, letting Disa do what she wants.

“You've taken your medicine?” kean's attention starts to turn on Arini. The woman before him looked a little pale and there were clearly visible eye bags. Like he didn't get enough sleep last night.

“Later to take medicine. Don't worry, Disa always give mamah medication at the right time.” He grabbed the son's hand and held it tightly.

Kean only smiled, a mother indeed never gave her son a gap to feel anxiety.

“Kean departs yes.”

“Hem.”

Kean immediately picked up the suit that was draped in his chair. Wear it as usual to make its appearance look neat and dashing.

A phone call distracts them. Disa's cell phone lit up on top of the fridge.

“Gosh, sorry madam.” He immediately washed his hands and took the flat object. A cell phone that lights up during business hours, one of the restrictions unless the employer calls him.

The name on his phone screen is Damar.

“Why sa? Answer it first.” Arini noticed Disa's face that turned anxious. He bit his own lips mute, like he was channeling his baldness. It's not usual for Damar to call this early.

He just looked at Arini, full of doubts.

“It's okay, just answer.” Again Arini gave his consent.

Disa looked at Kean and the man only gave a small nod.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum mong.” Slowly sweep.

The voice of Damar in haste. “When?” his face turned anxious.

“I, must ask permission first. But send me the address first.” His voice was made slowly as if he was whispering something.

“Iya mong, wa’alaikum greetings.” Close it.

He put his cell phone back on the refrigerator and looked at the faces of his two masters who were currently looking at Disa.

He held on to the refrigerator which was almost the same height as his body, slightly trembling.

“You why sa? What's up?” Arini caught the unusual expression of Disa.

“Em, anu mistress.” He still seemed to doubt whether to say it or not.

“It's okay, say it. Did something happen?”

Disa nodded slowly. His hands twisting each other gave strength to each other.

“My aunt, passed out and was rushed to the hospital. Can I,”

“Go.” Arini immediately replied. He could see the anxiety of Disa and definitely not a small thing that could change the look of that face so quickly.

Still can't believe what he's hearing. But then he realized not to be glued.

“Good mistress. I, will go after this.” sahutannya quickly.

His uncertain feelings made Him flutter himself, confused about what to do. He promised to cook soto but at the same time his aunt needed it.

“Put it. Don't think about lunch. You go with Kean.” Arini glanced at her son who was just sculpting.

“Ti-no need madam. I'll leave by myself after my work is done.” He was still trying to cover up his anxiety. The memory of working professionally, kept buzzing in his head.

His sharp gaze at Disa, made the girl subconsciously drop the knife in her hand on the vegetables. His brain was empty, confused as to what he should do first.

“Change your shirt. I wait 10 minutes.” Kean's orders sound strict. Sometimes he does need to do this way so that Disa does not confuse herself.

Disa turned her head Arini and her great mistress just nodded.

“Thank you sir, mistress.” With spirit he exclaimed. He ran to his room, climbing one by one the stairs with his quick steps.

Meri, women are strong and can face many problems. If this time the woman was lying helplessly in the hospital blankar, it was certainly not for ordinary reasons. Then Disa must hurry.

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The journey to the hospital is very fast. He was seated beside his young master with his hands clutching the seatbelt that was coiled around his body. His face still looked anxious when he read the reply to the message sent by the amber.

“Mommy wants a CT scan first, she says her left hand is a little weak, worried about having a stroke.” Once the reply to the message sent by Damar and make the feeling of Disa more uncertain.

He sighed harshly, his face looking anxious. He tried to turn his gaze out the car window and saw another vehicle left behind by Kean. Instead of being calm, his mind was moving. It had not completely calmed down before he saw for himself the state of Meri.

He was still thinking, what if Meri is seriously ill? Who will take care of him while he has only one son.

“What's all okay?” Kean interrupted the thought of Disa who began to stretch. Her girl bit her lips withered, it was certain that her heart held a lot of anxiety.

He took His hand for him to hold. He was trying to strengthen Disa who looked fragile. Disa looked at her hand that Kean was holding. Very warm and tight, like giving thousands of spirit currents that spread to his heart.

“Should be fine. Because before was fine.” Timpal Disa looked at Kean.

The man smiled faintly, slightly turning his head around Disa. “Sure, she must be fine.”

Can he imagine how the feelings of Disa are covered in confusion. The answer was more audible as a denial of his eternal appeal as a hope.

Along the way, the hands of the two held each other. This is better, because Disa is in need of strengthening.

Arriving at the hospital, Disa went straight to IGD. But there was no sign that Damar was there. He turned on his phone to call Damar and soon a message came in.

“Mommy has been moved to the ward. Room 406, living room.”

Not waiting for long, Disa immediately asked the existence of the room that was not far from where she was.

Outside the room Damar was sitting alone. Look at the screen of his phone that is still on. Maybe he's waiting for a reply to Disa's message.

“Mong!” Disa immediately approached, making the man immediately stand up to welcome her.

“Lo fly here?” he could still ask like that. Maybe because of the arrival of Disa too soon, he had not imagined before.

“Lo don't see if my wings just closed?” my dream is to relax. Damar's face that looked tense and anxious, needed a little diversion. The proof is that the man smiled.

“Where's aunt? Can I come in?” peek a little from the glass in the door of the room.

“Again sleep depleted in love medicine same doctor. Go in. if you want to see.”

“Hem.” He pushed the door slowly. He could not wait to see the condition of Meri.

The woman was lying weakly on the hospital bed. The infusion hose is stuck in his left hand while in his nose in the nasal canula plug that provides oxygen supply for him to breathe.

On his left side was a monitor that lit up and described the condition of his heart and lungs.

“Her blood pressure has started to fall, this morning before 200/160.” Bisik Damar's.

Heart Disa is like a slide to see the condition of Meri. The woman who usually takes this, this time just fell silent to withstand the pain. He was sitting on a chair next to Meri's bed. He took her cold and weak hand.

There is an unusual feeling when you see this usually energetic woman who is silent. It felt, he chose the nagging Meri instead of being silent like this. I don't know what Meri is feeling right now but she knows her aunt isn't okay.

Looking at the Meri like this, Disa's breath felt heavy. Tears had already gathered in the corner of his eyes while recalling Meri's kindness all along. This woman with both hands took care of Disa even though their familial relationship had long been severed after Sugih died.

Sometimes Meri does throw words that are less pleasant but she understands, it is an expression of her sadness.

It was only for a moment that Disa sat beside Meri. He immediately wiped his dripping tears and left Meri alone. The aunt needs to rest and she needs to calm down.

Closing the door slowly and looks Damar sitting in place. They throw each other a smile full of eternal. Disa sat down next to Damar and immediately Damar put his phone in.

“How initially can aunt get gini?” Disa started her curiosity. He still did not think that the condition of Meri would be like this.

There was a deep breath coming from Damar's mouth. His pushy gaze was fixed at a single point before him.

“Semalem, around 9am, mom called me. He asked me to get up early because I had to go to the market. He said there were people who eat breakfast for 200 people. That person also directly sent DP 25%.”

“Mother is very happy. He began to write down what menu he wanted to make and a list of groceries he had to buy. Just that time I saw my mom really cool until I didn't stop thanking.” Damar smiled faintly at the end of his sentence.

“Morning, I'm done with the message. He packed all the food alone and I just helped enter the shrimp crackers into his chest, he said afraid my hands were dirty.” Damar looked at his hand that had been patted Meri when he was going to help her. Still remembered clearly his glaring eyes while nagging.

“But, until the promised time, the person does not come home. I tried to contact the person, but the mother's number was blocked and fitting I tried, could not be contacted at all.”

“Jeez, I still want a really confused face mom. Between sad and disappointed, he was rousing close his rice box.” Damar rubbed his face violently, trying to erase such a miserable memory and imprinted it in his mind.

“Sampe mom says, is it wrong mommy until that guy even cheated and throw dry mom in vain?” damar's breath choked. Meri's tears slapped her.

“Mom can only cry and I can't say anything. Sampa finally fit mom wants to go to the room, mom fell. Fainted in front of me and I could only scream at my mother. But I'm on, not moving at all."

"Gosh, why does my chest hurt so much sa?” Damar patted his chest which felt tight with his right fist.

“Mong,.” Disa grabs his best friend's hand, trying to stop what Damar is doing.

The man's eyes looked red and wet. He pressed the corner of his eye that almost shed tears.

“Sa, I can't lose mom. I know I'm wayward, often lying mother, often not obedient. But I love my mother. He's the only one I have.” Damar's breath was choked. He could not continue his sentence.

He cupped his face with both hands and tried to hide his tears from Disa.

Disa was in her place. Looking at Damar who was crying without a puff. His heart was also sad, along with feeling the pain that Damar felt.

He rubbed Damar's back slowly and he leaned his head on Damar's shoulder. Like this for a while, maybe better.

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