Marry The Heir
A psyche?

Designing it requires high concentration. But when the inspiration was obtained, Disa's hand could move very quickly to design three looks at once that he made specifically for Clara.

What a Clara looks like, that's what she describes in her design. Given Clara's remarks about the design which was later made by Naomi, he realized that such a design was not the taste of a Clara Davina.

He must be confident that the design at that time was not bad, it was just a matter of taste. Toh Clara could not tell the flaws of what the design was, just saying that the design was not special for her. All right, let's make a special one for princess Clara Davina. Hope he likes it.

As fast as the design was made, that was also the time for the collection of works to arrive. The committee had already asked them to return to the stage and the judges to their respective seats.

The atmosphere of a full room was not necessarily expel the cold in Disa's body. Hot human Eve can not beat the tension mixed AC burning from various directions. His hands were wet and a little trembling and he tried to dampen it by sticking the fingers of his two hands to each other.

Got a challenge as difficult as this, making 3 designs in a short time, making one contestant already mentally hit first. His face looks tense than others, especially when he is called to present the designs they make.

“Please for fuji kamila, presenting the design. Make your model and other judges give high value to your design.” Said MC while giving his microphone.

The girl named fuji, started to advance forward with a tremble. The design began to appear on the large screen behind it.

He looked at his own work and looked glum. There was no spirit flame in his eyes.

“That's what design? So strange.” Chirps Amel who can still be heard by the girl.

Fuji just turned his head, his face getting pale making Disa feel his nervousness. It turns out that it's as easy as dropping the mentality of someone who doesn't feel confident and anxious.

“Ish, you know, you like not being filtered. You want to be in the support?” fierce Rianti with annoyance. Seeing the enthusiasm of Fuji's supporters, it did not make this girl feel confident.

“Yes I'm just saying what it is.” Sahut Amel, light weight without load.

“Ish elo!” just as Rianti's hand was raised about to hit Amel, Disa immediately held him back.

“Udah do not fuss, do not make the atmosphere more tense. Mending us clover fuji.” Whisper Disa.

“Then the child said,” Rianti hangs his sentence when suddenly Fuji is heard which even sobbing heard on the microphone.

“Oh sorry, looks like something happened.” The MCs immediately approached and calmed Fuji.

“Why?” whispered.

“Sorry, I'm blank. Can I just last?” the light is still sobbing. His mentality was completely unprepared for the large number of audiences and the demanding gazes of the judges.

“Iya, can.” Kasian also saw him at a loss for words from being too tense. Like his mind was dead-end and he needed time to calm his own mind.

“Designer lo cha?” clara asked Marisa who was sitting next to her.

Marisa nodded slowly with a disappointed face. The girl was fine, though not very confident.

“Since the beginning I wasn't sure about the boy. I met you like I met a demon. Unexplained.” Marisa complains when she remembers what happened.

Clara and her friends just chuckled at Marisa's answer.

“Keep your clothes on?” Corry was curious.

“Short of. The dress design is like the one I often see in the olshop. Market.” Rigorously.

Again, Clara's friends laughed softly.

Their laughter had only come to a halt when suddenly someone entered and occupied a chair in a special place. It was Marcel who looked cool with his neat look.

Clara just screeched, why did the man come and just come. It must have been just to see the waiter Clara thought.

“Marcel add hot huh?” whispered Corry. He waved his hand elegantly at Marcel.

Marcel just smiled, unfortunately not at Corry but at Clara. But Clara was too lazy, until finally she turned her face.

“Nyebelin! Spread the charm of all.” His grunts in heart.

“Good, we proceed to the next participant, princess rianti. Please.”

It was Rianti's turn to advance.

“Good, the theme of my work this time is moza, which means speeding. I made three modern designs for my model. Simple design and comfortable to wear. I hope my model and the other judges like it. Thank you.”

The sound of clapping was heard filling the room. “That's doang? It's really simple, sist. I don't know what kind of work my son made. The rules are clear let the model understand.” Marisa Protest.

His disappointment grew after hearing Rianti's exposure which was too short.

“But the design is decent. I like.” Corry's giving a defense.

While Clara was only waiting for one person she wanted to see her design and was already preparing to comment on all out of her work. He was determined to make the girl stop and turn around in disappointment. Of course, no one could rival him in the eyes of anyone, including Marcel.

“Good, next contestant. Please paradisa Sandhya.” The turn of the name Disa called and Clara's attention was immediately focused. Not only to Disa, but occasionally to Marcel.

“Good day. I want to introduce my design which I named psyche.” He said with certainty.

“In ancient Greek, meaning butterfly.”

“Wow, beautiful. Deserve the design as beautiful as this.” Praise the MCs earnestly.

“Designer lo?” whispered Corry.

Clara just nodded with her arms crossed in front of her chest. He has been listening to the design concept of Disa.

“I am more curious about the design concept in particular. If we look formal and non-formal, we already love it, what if a Clara Davina wears it. But for its special design?” the MC focuses more on the beautiful design made by Disa.

“Ya, well will I explain directly on the special design.”

Disa's focus was slightly shifted, as from the entrance was seen someone walking towards the audience seats. There's Shafira there pushing Arini's wheelchair inside.

The girl waved her hand at Disa then clenched her hands excitedly. In the front seat he sat with Arini who wore the dress he made at that time. The middle-aged woman looked beautiful, especially when she smiled.

He was no longer wearing a mask, only glasses to protect his eyes from the light of a lamp that was too bright.

What kind of feeling was this, between being happy and getting tense seeing the two people present to support him.

“Ya, please continue.” The MC tried to resuscitate the transfixed Disa.

“Oh sorry. Well I continue.” Luckily his concentration returned. His feelings were calmer, when he knew that not only Damar was supporting him.

“I was inspired by my own model, a Clara Davina. He was my idol when I decided to enter design school more than 2 years ago.” In his face Clara who remained cold responded to Disa's remarks.

“First I saw mba clara, at a charity event. He handed out spun tools to children to learn to knit. I still remember how happy the boys were to get a gift from mba clara. Since then, I idolized mba clara.”

“Speaking with mba clara makes me quite know a lot of things and this is also what my inspiration is.”

“This dress I created as a representation of Psyche. Psyche is a very beautiful woman even rivaling the beauty of the goddess Aphrodite. I described it to a clara Davina. Beautiful and elegant. I like beauty and subtle. As for the design of the back that looks like wings, it is Psyche, the biggest concept of this design.”

“My model is like a butterfly. Beautiful and graceful, varied and charming are also not approachable. But butterflies take us to the sunny side of life. Which makes us think that everyone deserves a little sunshine after coming out of the cocoon that keeps us so that in the future become a strong figure and inspire many people.”

“Like a butterfly that can not see its own wings that are so beautiful when we can all see it as an ultimate beauty, like that is my model.”

“This wing part, I design as a painting, which describes a clara davina.”

“Such exposure from me, thank you.” Close Disa who nodded reverently.

At the moment, he just wants to focus on the strengths of Clara Davina who is his inspiration. Clara is not a perfect human as Disa, but even if this woman has shortcomings, not part of Disa to think about let alone comment on it.

It's about the work, it's about inspiration and there shouldn't be any flaws in it.

The whole room was blown away. They clapped boisterously at the continuum of the suit. People are increasingly curious as to what beauty a Clara Davina portrayed by Disa.

Disa's feeling grew even more relieved when she saw the three people present before her clapping. Apparently, three supporters were not a problem when he managed to amaze everyone.

“Lo want same designer tukeran me?” whispered Angela who deliberately leaned her body to get closer to Clara.

Clara only smiled her cynical smile, while watching Marcel who seemed to be fascinated. I don't know why he's getting sick of seeing that guy's face.

“Wow, I became more curious how it would be if the design of this shirt was finished and worn by a clara Davina. How, clara there may be a response?”

Clara turned on the microphone in front of her. With a huff Disa waited for Clara's comment to gauge whether this woman liked the design or not.

“No comment. Please continue.” He said with a thin smile engraved coupled with his elegant style.

Disa's heart seemed to be about to be dislodged hearing Clara's answer. It turns out that as hard as he tries to show the best of himself, who does not like him will still not like him. I don't know what's in Clara's head right now, Disa can't imagine.

“Ish, partner mba here why kak claire is aunt?”

Shafira protesting back there. He did not accept it because Clara only gave a short comment on the design of Disa. In fact, if he were made such a beautiful design, maybe he would cry.

Arini chose not to comment, she just did’a in her heart while paying attention to the expression of her son who made a video call while leading the meeting.

Yes, there Kean is strengthening his power against the Hardjoyo group. He chaired a board meeting to improve all systems in the parent company as well as subsidiaries. Some of the leaders he considered unfit to lead the company, he replaced with what he thought was better.

Although among them, got a position as a subsidiary leader because of its proximity to Sigit. Kean doesn't care. He just wants to fix everything.

Hearing Shafira's voice in the earphones attached to his left ear, he had to divide his concentration. What Disa faced was not an easy person. A stubborn Clara Davina and keeps a pique.

What will Disa face her best friend like? Really, his future is at stake.

"Hold down, face claire bravely."

So, why fail to focus?

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