Marry The Heir
Dreamsketch

The sound of the TV rang out as Disa arrived at her house. It is Meri who is busy seeing gossip shows that some days are not watched. He seemed to enjoy a variety of gossip headlines that were absent by a pair of famous hosts.

Being constantly in the room is certainly very boring and this is one of the usual entertainment Meri do like most other women.

“You've come home?” asked Meri when she heard Disa's footsteps.

“Iya tan's. Can buy fruit. Aunty want juice what would you like fruit cut aja?”

In his hand, Disa brought apples, sunkist oranges and dragon fruit, each one kilo that Disa bought at a fruit store near his home. He said these three fruits are suitable for treating the symptoms of hemiplegia suffered by Meri.

“Cut fruit only.” Meri without taking her eyes off the gossip she saw. Like not wanting to lose because of missing one scene only.

He could immediately peel the fruits and cut them and arrange them on a plate. Do not forget to put a fork to use Meri.

“Please tan.” Put a plate of the fruit in front of Meri.

“You sit here, we eat together.” Meri patted the spot beside her and Disa just complied.

“Bu, I asked ya!” one piece of fruit directly in the Damar meal that just finished bathing.

Tumben once this child shower let alone shampoo. Usually the appearance of a kumel all day does not care about the smell of oil that is still attached to his body.

“Iya eat aja.” Damar is indeed Meri's favorite, this woman is willing to share food that is not too much with her son.

Several pieces of fruit go into his mouth, “Sweet too!” the last straw is an apple. Chewed it with new favors he went to take a drink.

“Lagian, marry a boy. Looks still want to play so should not be invited to play in bed. They understand the responsibility of taking care of children. Make his son pinter.” Meri commented on one of the gossip about the divorce of a young celebrity couple.

It was interesting enough that the tantenya commented.

“Mother do not mostly watch gossip is not good for the health of the mother. Then try to add to their life problems. It can make the mother's blood pressure rise again.” Damar who reminded once then gulped his drinking water.

Every day gossip shows are always in later Meri like not to be missed by one artist. Though according to him what the thrill of listening to the problems of others that sometimes only settings to increase popularity.

“Yes how else, I also want to hydrate mar.” elak Meri who again chewed her apples. There was a certain pride when he was gossiping with mothers of his age and their chatter connected, talking about the same artist issues.

“Can be entertainment but don't watch gossip. Watching Drakor is the same. Let both mengehaluin oppa korea. He said it makes dopamine go up, so mom can keep on cuddling. Ngayal go!” pointing at Disa with her eyes.

Eh this child either gives an alternative solution to what Disa's literacy who likes Korean drama.

“Emang yes sa?” Angled guni. He looked at Disa curiously.

“Hehehe.. Yes, yes tan. Many Korean guys are handsome as romantic but so cool. Make gemes anyway.” So remember one of the Korean actors who became the idol of Disa at this time, Ji chang wook. Who wouldn't be fascinated to see one of God's creations?

“Do not want me to be.” Damar chirps suddenly when hearing the characteristics of the Korean oppa mentioned by Disa.

“Yee!!” shout Meri and Disa together. Ameli also heard Damar's speech that was too confident.

Damar only chuckled at the annoyed and adorable expressions of the two women before him. Tumben they are compact.

“Yes, you bought her auntie dvd cassette. Auntie wants to try watching. Who knows so spit healed.” Meri's spirit is big enough, either to heal somehow to see the oppa-oppa korea.

“Yes, later in searchin yes tan.” It's nice to be able to cheer up a little bit too.

“The next news, coming from a beautiful model who is on the rise. Anyone know anything?” said the female host who sparked the curiosity of Disa and Meri to pay attention to this gossip show.

“Tau dong! Who else if not the beautiful clara davina.” Sahut a male host who then poses like a model. On the television screen was a beautiful face of Clara.

“Said, she will soon let go of her bachelorhood with a successful businessman.”

“And reportedly again, they have been friends since childhood. Nuunncchh.. Mende legit again, married to a friend.” They were mutually unpretentious spreading gossip with an anxious expression.

Disa's cheerful face, now turned moody. I can guess who they mean. He never thought that this gossip would be heard. Or rather did not expect that even his young master would become a gossip material.

He hardly ever watched a show on television let alone gossip so it is not enough to know, what celebrity info is currently being discussed.

However, hearing this gossip, why did his feelings become uncomfortable huh?

“You are very concerned about gossip kayak gini.” Interview with Clara on display. The beautiful woman looks stunning when interviewed at an event she attended.

“Udah surely I want to get married. Anybody wants to be single for life.” Her impression with a smile that invites amazement.

“Keep when is the plan to go public?”

“Dant. I'm up asap.” Clara is indeed a dragon that triggers curiosity and Disa one that is consumed by curiosity.

Seeing Disa who was only fixated on seeing the gossip show, made Damar realize that he should not be able to see it.

Clara left the media crew full of curiosity and left one of the audience with a feeling of unworthiness and a broken heart.

Suddenly Damar threw a bogo helmet to the side Disa made the girl aghast.

“Lo what the hell?!” it was also upset to see Damar's sometimes annoying behavior like this.

“Build! I am looking for korea tapes.” Origin legitimate.

Disa is upset. Damar seemed to have a reason to take him away when he did not want to. Hearing the gossip that is most likely about Kean, has damaged the good mood that he made all day. He wanted to go to his room and cry there.

“Ayok sa! Than to join at home. We'll watch it together.” Meri who does not know anything even agrees Damar's invitation.

“Iya tan.” Finally Disa complies even with a bent face.

"Pake jacket!" throw one jacket at Disa and she wears hers.

I don't know where Damar's taking him. Driving at moderate speed through the streets that are not too crowded. Tumben there is a road like this in Jakarta. Damar safari habits turned out to be quite useful, so he knew the streets of rats to avoid congestion.

He sat stiffly, keeping his distance from Damar. In addition to Kean, he also had to keep his distance with Damar. He did not want the situation that began to be controlled to turn into threatening.

“Lo handle sa. New seizures know the taste of lo!” damar shouted against the loudness of the wind.

“Whispering lo!” timpal Disa's.

He chose to take his hand out of the hoodie pocket and felt a gust of wind around him. For a very long time he had not sat in Damar's arms and done this kind of thing. Enjoying the gust of wind that hit his face until his eyes are nimbling because of the blistering wind.

Damar slowed down his iron horse. Surely Disa will not want to hold on like before. Their closeness is limited so as not to give more feeling. And Damar understands that.

Bend his bike to a place that Disa also recognizes him. Old building with ash walls and decorated graffiti graffiti owned by Damar. Some corners have been growing vines as if to confirm that no one has come here long enough.

Disa went down first when Damar stopped the speed of his motorbike. He walked over to the high wall but Damar quickly pulled his hoodie until he almost choked his neck.

“Helm lo bego!” acrimoniousness. Making Disa who almost repulsed was finally rounding her mouth. Yeah, why is he still wearing his helmet.

“Tumben helmet doesn't smell!” cut him off when he returned Damar's helmet.

Damar just flicked his lips around Disa's words. Disa smiled faintly, infuriating the behavior of her best friend.

Walking in front of Damar, pay attention to the wall filled with scribbles belonging to Damar. They used to come to this place, especially when their feelings were not bad. Can wipe one part of the wall where the painting used to be made. The first time he used pilox as Damar used to do.

“Lo not snake cattle is here?” looking at the environment around the grass, Disa so think that there might be animals around here.

Damar did not answer, he chose to sprinkle salt around their place and pluck the grass that was high enough so as not to hinder them.

“Lo do not need to hear the gossip earlier. Maybe the rumors aren't real.” Said Damar suddenly.

Apparently the reason he took Disa out was to calm his mind and heart.

“Udah kadung. Where there is as hard as it is not violent.” Timpal Disa, still looking at his painting. He used to make this mountain painting after returning home to camp.

“Yes so don't think. Don't make lo cape's own brain.”

Disa smiled thinly. The attention of Damar later was quite sweet, very different from Damar who used to ignore him.

He sat down on the bench, looking at the wall in front of him as a whole.

“Gue has finished thinking and is now setting my mind. Even almost finished.” Mildly spoken. There is still a burden that is in the end but not as big as before.

“Cepet really lo move on!” come sit beside Disa and look at their paintings. It feels like just yesterday he invited Disa to skip and instead drew here.

Isa breathed in. It doesn't seem to matter if he starts telling Damar as his best friend.

“Gue is used to getting hurt and left mong. My heart is starting to become immune. The scars I have, it's been a cure for me so as not to get hurt too deep."

"Again, I'm getting used to not putting too much hope in the sweet things that are in front of my eyes. I must always prepare my heart for the worst possible that I will experience.” He said calmly.

It turns out that a lot of getting hurt makes a person more accustomed to dealing with the pain. As experienced by Disa.

“Yes good, but don't get you numb.” Damar gave one pilok to Disa for her to use a doodle. Luckily the backpack is large enough so that it can load a lot of things.

“Yes times I'm numb. I just get used to trying to figure out what I need to get rid of. My part is trying even though sometimes it is very difficult to fight against hope but, that does not mean I have to die when that hope begins to die.”

“There are still many other things I have to do.” Firmly with conviction.

Damar was glued for a moment, staring at him from the side. His every thought and attitude always made him captive. She felt that Disa was a strong woman in a different version from her mother. Basically, everyone has their own power. It's just that the power that Disa has is always a strong magnet to pull her closer and fall at her feet.

“You paint?” ask Damar at last. It was better that he had ended this conversation before he became more deeply fascinated with Disa.

Is only nodding. The feeling is always better when scratching a brush or spraying pilox.

Paint one part of the wall to Disa paint and then let it dry until ready for painting.

“Mong, I've been thinking lately. Maybe not if we are people who can not work under the hands of others?” suddenly tanyanya.

The experience of having to leave the job or see Damar being laid off unilaterally, made Disa think about it.

“Means lo?” Damar scrunched his forehead trying to digest Disa's words.

“Yes I don't mean we can't work. But, we can work in our own way without having to be under the pressure of others.”

“Like inspiration, we enjoy what we do and let him flourish without having to determine what the end is like.”

“Lo has this talent,” points to Damar Graffiti. “Lo can work based on this inspiration. For example, lo photoin, you make a vlog or something. I am sure, you will be many enthusiasts and it can be a source of income without having to work under the orders of people. How?”

Disa looked at Damar expectantly.

His friend looked at his painting on the wall. True, to make money is not only we have to work under the hands of others. There will be no term fired unilaterally that makes his feelings pained and feel underestimated.

“Why don't we try?!” sahut Damar's.

He painted all the surfaces of the walls. Think of this as their new page. They'll paint their dreams here. Make it a reality for their own efforts.

Standing on one's own feet requires determination and a desire to do so. Then we start now.

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