Marry The Heir
The hardest part

The POV

The waves continued to sweep me, giving wetness to my bare feet. I'm still sitting on the beach bench that I used to go to when I wasn't okay.

This time it was the same, I was not okay.

Beside me was a backpack containing personal belongings that I took from the main house.

Some time ago, Mrs Kinar called me, she said there was something she wanted to talk about. I know, it is my problem with the young master that will be our talk.

Different than usual, Bu Kinar looks better treating me. We spoke in the pavilion where he lived, only the two of us did not even dare to eavesdrop.

“How are you?” that simple question became a very difficult question for me to answer.

“Good.” Not as simple as that, because I'm not okay. I'm sure, Mrs Kinar saw my haggard face and my swollen eyes after a night of crying.

He took my hand, held it warm. Our hands are still I look at with great taste. This Semanis lady with a strict title treats me. There was no anger I had imagined since the moment he sent me a message to come.

“You know sa, when we part with our loved ones, not only our hearts are wounded but also his heart.” There was a faint smile that he showed when he said that line. As if he knew how I felt right now.

“The best way to treat your wounds is to completely let go of the hope you made.”

“Either you or the young master sacrificed but I am sure you did it because you can.” Ms. Kinar guessed correctly our feelings.

I realized, young master is willing to let me go not because he does not want to fight for me. He wanted to protect me and try to respect the decisions I made. That is the man who always lives in my heart.

“Don't stay too long in pain, if to forget that pain you have to go, then go. Heal your wounds and give him time to dry. Later you will be stronger.”

The sentence bu Kinar is like a suggestion that I cannot refute. I can only acknowledge the truth and gradually strengthen my heart. It turned out like this when Mrs Kinar had started to talk a lot instead of just giving orders.

Calm down and open my mind.

“There is nothing wrong with being a servant, only the minds of the people are too narrow.”

“You, “ Bu Kinar further tightened his hand when he saw my tears that escaped dripping.

“Have a chance to show who you really are. Outside the high walls of this house, you are more able to become something. Take away your pain, make it a strength. I'm sure, you can get through this all.”

I finally sniffled, sobbing with a cry that I could no longer bear. Ms. Kinar hugged me, very tightly as if she was draining her energy for me.

He was right, I deserve to be happier. If the way is to leave, then why should I fall here. Sometimes I need to move on to treat my wounds.

Mrs Kinar helped me make that choice and I finally made it.

Get out of the back gate and I look again at the magnificent house that has been my place for fortune. It doesn't make me rich, but it can at least make me survive.

A lot of things I learned from this house filler. The importance of caring for each other between family members became the greatest experience I could have. I'm grateful for that.

I exhaled and turned to continue my steps out of this house. The backpack I still held tightly while shrinking the tears that were dripping for the last time.

“Can!” there was a scream from back there. I know that voice.

Not long after I heard the sound of footsteps running towards me.

“Sa, you want to go?” three of my friends stood in my short steps.

The mellow Nina immediately cried when she saw my red and wet eyes.

I was just nodding, not yet strong enough to get the words out.

“Why all of a sudden? Bu Kinar is angry?” Mature Tina held my hand tightly. They do not know anything or may pretend not to know for the sake of appreciating my feelings.

I shook my head with the smile I was trying to show.

“You make a mistake what the hell until asked to go and can not pay the same to us?” This is Ketus Wita who asked. His straightforward way of speaking, I can accept and someday I will miss his cynical gaze.

“Ish! What the hell are you talking about!” Nina nudged him, and I could only smile.

There's nothing I can explain. They are not obligated to think about my problems, maybe because that is also why Mrs Kinar forbade me to leave.

“You want to go home to Bandung?” Tina looked at me fixedly, giving me strength not to be bowed listlessly.

“Maybe.” My answer is short, it has started to control my feelings until my voice no longer shakes. I looked one by one at the face in front of me. I'm sure I'll miss them very much.

“Saaa, I'll miss you. You don't forget me..” Nina whines on my shoulder. My right shoulder was wet with tears.

“Yes, I will definitely want to be with you. You are the same with wita.” I alternately looked at the two plain faces before me.

A few months together, joking laughter to humiliate oppa korea, into a memory that I can not easily forget. They have been a part of my life, the sound of their laughter I will always remember.

And at this moment, I breathed deeply, inhaling the cold beach air and flying the strands of my hair.

I know, it's going to be a pretty tough new start. Forgetting that is not as easy as removing the painting paint that smeared my hand. There will be injuries that come along that I must treat.

“Do not get hurt there, this is the best way you can do.” For the umpteenth of his actions I repeated the sentence, confirming my heart that what I took was the most correct decision.

“All will be fine.” I tried to smile, as if I had left a burden on my shoulders and made a new step after forcibly awakening my slumped soul.

Just a few seconds, until then the clear circle back wet my cheek. All the old stories continue to pass by in my eyes even though I have made closed. Like a broken tape that keeps spinning without pause. Really, I feel a very tightness at the moment.

Is this a feeling that falls out of place? The unwanted feelings made it so deep, that when I left like a part of my heart was empty. Yes, this feeling I shouldn't have nurtured in the first place if I had known that throwing it away would hurt like this.

My tears started to dry up, not because I forced her to stop or because the pain had healed. But because the matakupun had already started to give up on crying over this pain. But at the very least, my chest was a little more relieved.

“God, if this is the best for me, give me the strength to go through it. Although it takes a heavy tear to clean my wound.” Only that sentence was then murmured to strengthen my heart there was my choice.

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By nightfall, Disa had just returned home. Quite hesitant to step in when you see Arini and Kean in the living room and watch a western action movie. Jason Statham is fighting a lot of bad guys who are trying to hurt him.

“Sa, have you come home? How are you doing?” arini's voice greeted first when he saw the arrival of Disa.

Disa did ask permission to go see Meri after Kinar asked her to come to the main house.

“It's been better madam. Not too crowded.” Legally.

He still holds the backpack in his hand. The doubt is still big enough to just say the decision to Arini. But again he reminded himself that what he did was the best decision he had to make.

“Mistress, can I say something?” after reassuring his heart, he decided to say what he had put in his head.

“Bby, come here.” Arini patted a spot nearby for Disa to sit down.

Doubtfully Disa sat down, slightly glancing at Kean who looked busy with his ipad.

“Say, what's up?” arini's voice made Disa refocus her mind on what she had planned.

The woman stared fixedly at Disa, trying to read the mind of the girl who seemed hesitant about what she was going to say.

Slightly glanced at Kean and his young master began to stop wiping the ipad that he had used to distract him.

"I am grateful to have been in this house. Meet the madam, the young master and the others. But,”

Isa breathed in deep. Kean who was bowed lethargic began to listen to what Disa would say.

“It seems, I can no longer work here madam.” His voice sounded raucous. Afraid he returned the gaze of Arini who was looking at him.

“I permission, to stop working here.” The sentence he made more firm despite the tightness that tried to hold it.

Arini was stunned, looking at Disa who was then bowed. “Can,“ achieved by Disa's hand which she then held tightly.

His eyes were already visibly teary and several times Disa sighed deeply to expel something that was jiggling in her heart.

“I won't ask why you left. I just want to ask, are you sure of your choice?” arini's question made Disa lift her originally bowed face. He looked at his hand, which was held by Arini, very warm and soft.

“Iya mistress.” His breath began to drift. It turned out to be very difficult to say something like this in such an erratic mood.

“I, feel very lucky to know the mistress. While I was here, I probably made a lot of mistakes. I apologize for that.”

“Hey, disa.” Arini pulled Disa's body for her to hug. His stroking back gently made the hard-earned tears he could bear finally drip.

Kean, who was sitting beside Arini, looked at the two women for a moment before finally choosing to go up and stand up, leaning against the wall while looking at the quiet garden out there. His heart was not in hearing that Disa had decided to leave. He thought, Disa just wanted to end their relationship but it turned out that more than that he chose to leave.

“You never make any mistakes. I'm the one who should be grateful to have met you.” Releasing the embrace that was originally tight and looking at Disa who was wiping her tears.

“I will not stand in the way. You can go and anytime you can come back.” The tears of Disa who broke were getting louder.

“Thank you madam.” Lirihnya.

Arini just nodded, then smiled thinly looking at the girl in front of him.

“NGGAK! Mba cannot go!” a voice from the door.

It was Shafira who suddenly came and approached Disa.

Just a moment ago, Shafira overheard the conversation of the servants who were gathering in Tina's room. Nina was endlessly crying, looking at the things Disa left behind for her. New uniforms they haven't had time to wear because Disa is out.

They were so moody as if they had just lost someone who had been the place to share.

Disa is not a servant to Shafira. He is a storytelling friend and an older brother who can protect and strengthen him when he feels alone and left behind.

If Disa were to leave now, what would happen to her?

“Non fira?” Disa was quite surprised to see Shafira who came with a fiery rage in her eyes.

“Why aunt ngizinin mba here go huh? And brother, why did brother diem aja see mba in want to go?” his voice sounded trembling with tears dripping down both of his cheeks.

Kean and Arini could only stare, looking at Shafira who was panting withholding her emotions.

“What's wrong mba there until mba there has to go huh?!” Shafira continued her sentence.

After Kinar could not give him an answer, he asked Kean and Arini.

“Non fira, everything is not what non fira think.” Disa immediately approached Shafira and tried to grab her hand.

But Shafira quickly shook it off. “Fira hates the same mba there." he exclaimed with increased emotions.

"Mba in gag forgot if mba was ever promised not to leave fira for any reason?” the question was then asked by Shafira straightforwardly, like being charged the promise of Disa the other day.

True, he had promised never to leave Shafira unless Shafira herself asked him to leave.

“Why? Mba forgot it?!” snapped it.

“FIRA!” exclaim Kean. He did not accept Shafira yelling at Disa in front of him.

“APA?!”

“Abang want to be angry with fira?" Replaced Kean who got Shafira's murkanya.

"Should fira who is angry with brother because brother just stood like a bego and just mba here go!” Shafira did not lose barking. His voice sounded hoarse at the end of the sentence along with his broken cry.

“During this time, fira only have mba here. Someone who makes a fira feel gets attention and affection.”

“While brother, did you forget that you've been ignoring fira and hoping that fira never existed in this world?!” Shafira stared at Kean sharply.

Kean doesn't chim. Shafira was right, long enough he ignored the younger brother who he never expected his presence.

All were silent, only heavy breathing which then sounded difficult to spot. Shafira cupped her face with both hands. He cried as much as before Disa made the heart of Disa not careless.

“Non fira.” He was trying to get closer. Grabbing Shafira's shoulder which she then hugs tightly. Could not have expected that the hardest person he had to face while leaving was not Kean but this beautiful girl.

“Non fira should know, even if I go, does not mean our relationship is cut off.” The sound of Disa was loud. It was very difficult to speak while holding back tears.

“Non fira can contact me anytime. I want to tell you whatever I listen to. My free time for non fira.” the entertainer's sentence which he then promised his young lady.

“Non fira once said, that non-fira always dreamed of having people who care about non-fira. Are non-firas aware that they are near non-firas? Non fira just need to make the same opportunity as non fira did on me.” On the stroke of Shafira's back that began to sag but her crying instead became more and more.

He hugged Disa tightly as if reluctant to separate.

Disa bit her quivering lips withstanding a cry and then turned her face to ward off her nearly dripping tears. He could feel the emptiness that Shafira might feel because he felt it. Cold girl who recently began to cheer up, a lot of trivial things that happened in her school to her dream story of becoming a singer. This is the other side of Shafira that not many people know.

For those who do not know him Shafira is a cold and jutek girl but when he already knew her, he was a pleasant and warm person. As he had always displayed in front of Disa.

“But later fira kangen same mba disa.” The girl began to whine without letting go of her embrace.

“I will also miss non fira. We can meet anywhere and anytime. I am willing to listen to non-fira singing or give opinions on songs that will not be created. So, no longer feel left out. Hem?”

Slowly Shafira let go of her embrace. His white face looked red and puffy. He wiped the remaining tears on Shafira's cheek gently by Disa while giving her a thin smile. He will miss the girl who almost every night calls him to vent or just want to be accompanied to do the task. Sometimes there is no talk, just need his call to connect so he does not feel alone.

“Fira love same mba disa.” Paracid. He rubbed his tears violently, funny.

Disa nodded slowly with tears in her eyes. How sweet Shafira said when something expensive he heard.

“So much as I. Don't be sad anymore. Please forgive me if all this time I made a mistake.”

“No. mba here never makes any mistakes. Never was.” Rigorously.

Disa just smiled faintly. He was so grateful to finally make Shafira accept that he still had to leave.

One warm hug back Can give as a farewell to Shafira. Arini looked at Disa with sadness, although it was difficult he still had to let Disa go. Waiting until he is back in better shape

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