Marry The Heir
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POV Kean

The first day was heavy without seeing Disa around me. All day at the office but nothing productive I do. Just sitting pensively in the work chair while looking out the big window to see the crowds of the capital's streets.

"In the crowd I still feel lonely, alone thinking of you."

The song lyrics are true. I think it's just an exaggerated expression of a man who shouldn't make him look weak. But I was wrong, the feeling was there and I really felt it.

Empty, that's how I feel right now.

16 Hours I had a hard time passing. When I woke up, the first thing I thought about was Disa. Is Disa okay? Did he ever think of me? What's he doing now?

Until I finally sent him a message.

“What breakfast are you?” simple question but concerns in it. Or maybe this is my way of making small talk. My stomach is hungry but there is no taste. Imagining what Disa ate, might be able to arouse my taste.

I didn't expect him to reply. “Good morning sir. I'm having breakfast fried cassava and sweet tea. Sir has breakfast?”

Hah, my heart is so flowery reading Disa's message. I used to think what it means to message someone who is always around us. Just seeing it in our sight is more than enough. But this time, I have to thank the inventor of the chat app. With this kind of thing I can tell the news of the person I miss.

This morning I was finally able to have breakfast by imagining the fried cassava and Disa that were in front of me.

And until tonight, Disa's message I still look at. If I send him another message, will he get back to me?

That thought then came to my mind. We are trying to get used to living each other's lives. Perhaps this time he would dodge in order to guard his heart.

“Have dinner?” Hahahaha don't laugh because my question is only about eating.

It is not without reason that I asked his eating schedule, considering that He is always greedy when eating, making me who was originally picky food to become accustomed to eating any food as long as Disa who cooks it.

“Goodnight sir. Already sir. Have you eaten?”

Yup! He returned my message. He still doesn't shy away from me. Is he not ready to forget me?

“Already. What are you doing?” like ABG, I started texting. Waiting for a reply to the message with a thumping feeling until then the cherry blossoms felt blooming around me when it turned out to be waiting to come.

I know, it's too late. I should have done this more often. Send her a love message or occasionally send her a poem I can get online. Usually, writing contains a more lively search because many of its enthusiasts. Although I can't say sweet words like that, yes that's a little effort by copying paste pieces of writing people.

Hah, I am indeed not talented in making such writings.

Starting today, mobile phones that were originally only for making calls and checking work, now their function is increased by sending messages. There's only one number in my mailbox, Disa's number.

For a long time he did not answer, making my feelings ungodly. I checked the inbox again, worried there was a reply but no notification, uh still no incoming messages. My message has not been read either.

“Hey, where are you?” I spoke to Disa's profile picture. Photos that look aesthethic even if only showing his hand that is holding a paint brush. That hand I like to hold.

3 Minutes go by feels like 3 centuries. It can't be like this, I can't wait any longer. I checked the location he was last, still in the same place. I zoom in and it turns out this is the house where he lives.

There was no choice, I immediately took my car keys and a suit that was draped in the seat. I walked out of the workspace quickly. I had to meet him in person, even though I knew this would slow down our move on process.

“Goodnight sir. You're going home now?” roy has not come home yet.

Either he intends to accompany me or there is work that he is finishing because all day I am not productive enough. His workload must have increased.

“Hem. You go home.” My word is then taken by Roy.

I drove my car in the direction I had made sure. The shop was in plain sight and I parked my car there. The same place I was when I last drove Disa home.

I turned on the app again to track Disa's whereabouts. Right, only 300 meters. I followed the green arrow on my phone screen, the longer it got closer to the location and crazy, my heart was beating so fast.

From a short distance away, I saw a light green painted house. There were two bicycles in front of him. I'm sure that's where Disa lives.

Not far from where I was standing, there was a coffee shop that was quite quiet. An old man was selling there.

“Coffee den?” greet the man as I approach.

“Iya pack 1.” There was no harm in me ordering a cup of coffee to accompany me to spend time.

“Please den, here.” The man put coffee on a table.

I immediately approached and sat on the bench. Unintentionally, I saw a window that opened straight with my seat. Is that maybe Disa's room?

I became curious. If everyday he was in his room, maybe people can see Disa from here let alone men. Aarrghh I was so unwilling to imagine others watching Disa silently.

I took my coffee glass and I breathed enough of it that I could enjoy. Instant coffee does have its own fragrance compared to natural coffee.

Holy hooch! Almost spilled my coffee, when I saw the shadow of a girl sitting against the window.

Disa, yes it is Disa. He's still wearing his face and now I know why Disa hasn't returned my message.

The tring! A message came in and I checked it immediately. Turns out the sender was Disa. My smile came out and forgot my coffee.

“Sorry new I reply sir. I just finished typing a message for you.” As the reply sounds.

Hahhahaa yes it is the message I just received. Sometimes anxiety also read messages from Disa especially while paying attention to it this way.

Wait, he didn't give me more reply, asking for my news. Yeah, I hope he asks me. I'd say I miss him all day.

But, there is no further message. Disa still responds to me but doesn't pay more attention. Maybe this is how we get used to being just friends without involving our hearts with unnecessary attention.

I looked at him from a distance. I can still smile because I can see her beautiful face. I took the picture, this is the best performance of Disa that makes my heart calm.

“Pak, do people often sit here?” I seriously asked the coffee seller, worried that not only was I looking at Disa in amazement.

“Neither den. His fellow men sat in that post.” Designate a semi-permanent patrol post. "Diem there is a bit of a musty smell so people are males." he added.

Why did he tell me to sit here? Do I deserve to be close to that smell?

But in the end I could breathe a sigh of relief. Because no one else knows that from here can look beautiful scenery that is soothing.

“No sir, I'm here only. Sir, can you please make sure no one will be sitting here other than me? I'm willing to pay rent for this bench.”

My question may be a little strange but I mean it. I don't want anyone to notice Disa from here.

The old man showed me from top to bottom like he was judging my appearance and imagining the contents of my wallet.

"Aren't you going to pay for this bench?" his eyes immediately rounded happily. I just nod, it's okay to spend a little money to pay for this place.

"10 million, how?" crazy, the offer was immediately high, as if I could guess that I was willing to pay anything.

"There's an account, sir? I transfer." I agree immediately before the offer goes up.

"There was. For a moment, den." he immediately handed out the savings book he kept in a drawer. I did not take a headache, I immediately transferred and heard the sound of a notification message on his phone.

"Alhamdulillah, what dream did I have last night. Thanks den." his eyes immediately sparkled. "I promise no one will sit there but Aden for as long as I live." he solemnly promised.

"Yes sir." I said make sure.

"Definitely den." What a spirit this father.

I'll hold onto his words, just see if he dares to lie.

Maybe it's the fused thing I did but it's enough to give me peace.

And right now I just want to be quiet here. Yeah, I'll be sitting here for a while. Enjoy a cup of coffee while looking at Disa from a distance. Smell got? Akh I don't care. Everything is beautiful if the view is the right object.

“Hey, I missed you.”

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“Can go?” Reza asked in disbelief when Kean said Disa was no longer working here.

“Hem.” Just let him check all the rooms, Kean continues his game beating the opposing team.

Go to the kitchen, open the linen room door and then to Disa's room. Still can't believe it looks like Disa's really gone. After making sure all the rooms were empty, he sat down next to Kean.

Kean thrusts a PS stick at Reza. They haven't been around for a long time. The competition for Disa is over and this time they are fighting over who is superior in virtual games.

“He went of his own accord?” reza asked when choosing 11 members of his team to face Kean.

“Lo think I ousted him?” timpal Kean with cynicism. Upset also kept asking about Disa.

“Ya is not.” Reza glanced at her best friend who was starting to violently press her PS stick. “Continue relationship lo?” afraid he asked.

“Lo want maen what do you want gossip?!” kean's voice is more cynical. Until here Reza understands what happened to his best friend.

The reason Kean asked him to come was probably because his best friend was lonely.

“Tumben you don't take MU?” Reza switched the conversation. Looks like this is better.

“Against interest.” Slowly lightly. He chooses a player he doesn't normally take, may want to try a new thrill of controlling an unusual player.

“Where is lo?”'s business change Kean who asked. This is definitely about his legal case.

Reza sighed deeply as she recalled her problem. There was regret left as he recalled what had happened lately.

“Gue may stop from campus and focus on managing gallery.” is weak.

After creating a commotion on campus, he was not sure he could still continue his work. The campus actually already understands what Reza is facing but he cannot continue to make the same misunderstanding because he works with Ellen in the same place.

After all, he did not want to make Ellen feel uncomfortable with his existence.

“Why not nerusin company bokap lo?” kean fishing line.

Reza laughed at the question of his best friend. “Kalo you do not want to nerusin the company because you do not want, if I do not nerusin the company because I can not afford. There are my brothers who are better able to continue the legacy of papah.”

“Lo hasn't tried.” This time Kean's attention turns to his best friend. Since when did his best friend become so pessimistic?

“I don't need to try. My brain does not enter if I have to take care of people and targeted companies. Not kayak lo who do not want to be brilliant.” timpalynya with a faint smile. Although Kean tried to deny it, the talent of business people in his blood flowed profusely. The proof is that many cooperation goals after he began to join the company owned by his father. Hardjoyo group is getting bigger, it's proof that his best friend is not just lucky to be born with a golden spoon, but he can use it.

“Oh yes, you never think if you can lead the company in your own way?”

“Means lo?” Kean stopped the game. He focused on his best friend's statement.

Reza put the stick. His talks with Kean could be more beneficial than just setting the direction of the joystick.

“Yes I mean, you can always control you because he feels more powerful than lo.”

“Everyone obeys the same orders he, including om Marwan. He's rich in kebo that fits his nose. Want to be wrong to actually tetep in follow.”

“Why don't you just go back to being more powerful than bokap lo? Lo kusain everything until you feel defeated and you have greater control over the company including its people.”

“Gue sure, superlative people like bokap you will be afraid also if you are stronger than him.” Reza's light is long.

Kean seemed stunned at Reza's idea. Comparing with its principles.

“But that means I want to bokap and I don't want it.” Timpal Kean lazy. It's like a batman trap for him.

Since Sigit was against him and Arini, defying Sigit's will was the only thing he wanted to do. If he really entered the company in total, then Sigit won.

“Yes yes if you want to play bokap lo. This is what I said you have to be more powerful than your bokap. So, bokap lo who will be under your control and not arbitrarily anymore.” said Reza indifferently.

Kean did not respond to Reza, he just stared at his best friend's face with a thought spinning in his fist. He needs time to think and organize his own thoughts. A few minutes until he made the right decision.

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