Marry The Heir
Miss you more

“Mba disa!” shafira exclaimed as she walked into the contestant's dugout.

He pushes Arini's wheelchair to approach Disa.

“Non fira? Mistress?” Disa immediately approached, took them to the sofa and sat there.

“Mba here, mba design there was really beautiful! I like!!” Shafira jumped up and hugged Disa for a while.

“Thank you non fira. I just try to design the best possible for my model.”

“But it should be me who is more grateful, because non fira and mistress want to come here.” Discussed Disa later. He never expected that the big lady and young lady would be present. It was really a surprise.

“It is precisely me who is lucky, for having the chance to see you fight. Not everyone has that chance.” Arini Timpal.

“Thank you madam.”

Arini grabbed Disa's hand and held her tightly. “You are the spirit.. Whatever the result will be, if not here, I am sure you will succeed elsewhere.”

Arini tries to cheer up Disa. Clara's attitude a moment ago that was not too friendly, must have influenced Disa's confidence a little. Especially if you remember Clara's treatment of Disa lately. Too many heavy things experienced by Disa, in addition to having to make a stunning design.

“Yes madam, thank you. I assume this stage is learning. Not only for my ability but also for my mental.” timpal Disa who try to calm down.

“More I agree.” It was very proud to see Disa who was full of enthusiasm and did not give up.

“Oh yes mba there, I got a message from my friend at ausie. He likes the same clothes that made me. He said he asked to be designed for his papa birthday.3 people, he, mamahnya same older sister. How?” Shafira shows her phone screen containing her best friend's message to Disa.

“For when non?”

“Front month. I told you, if I made that dress from my personal designer. For design costs, three million per shirt. He wants, hehehe... He said if directly the same clothes, about how much?”

“Jeez, what is non costliness?” Disa was in shock herself hearing Shafira's sentence. He could not imagine how much it would cost to load a dress design but did not expect it to be that expensive.

“Say he's so cheap. If you are a famous designer, it can be more expensive. Look at how much a dress costs from a designer. Expensive right? Inget, that mba idea was always cool. Deserve expensive.” Shafira's words always give her spirit.

Disa was slightly stunned thinking about Shafira's words. Honestly, this is not like the concept before. He hopes to make clothes for all people and not this expensive.

“Quiet, I give you that price because I know who my friend is. It will make a difference in the quality of the materials used. Isn't it tan?” Shafira seemed to be able to read the anxiety of Disa over the price she offered her best friend.

“Iya sa's. I have seen the clothes that shafira wear and I think, the price is worth it kok.”

“But I am not a famous designer mistress. I'm still learning.”

“Loh indeed the famous designers are no longer learning? They learn as well, only they already have big names. And you'll catch up later.” Arini tried to convince.

For a while he still had to think. Whether this is the right decision or not, he has not been able to decide.

“Mba, prepare for the announcement. We start in 5 minutes.” One of the organizers reminded Disa of the door mouth.

“Oh good mba.” Sahut Disa fast.

“Udah, now you focus first on this event. Fira offer problem, you can think about it later. Yaa spirit..”

“Em good mistress, non fira. I'm sorry.”

“Excite mba there!!!” Shafira clenched her hands encouraging Disa.

Disa did the same, then immediately headed for the stage that was waiting for her.

“Tante, about mba here in the top three, right? I'm worried, yeah. Her work is very good but Claire's response, ish I don't like!” shafira grunted in annoyance.

He still remembered how Clara's light response to the work of Disa when he knew that Disa had struggled to think about the concept in tens of minutes.

“Ya we do’akan the best only. And we have to believe, diamonds, in mud soaked as dirty as possible will still be diamonds. The proof, in the bowels of the earth only he is still in search, right?” timpal Arini calms his stepdaughter.

“Em yes. Yes already, we go to the ballroom now yuk, I have to video call again the same brother, so that he squirms directly how mba looks in.” He immediately remembered his task to make a Video call and made Kean feel in his place, along with feeling the struggle of Disa.

"Yes, auntie also wants to see the results."

*******

The expected time arrives. All participants were asked to go on stage and listen to the announcement of the winner. The atmosphere of the room is increasingly tense, people put together to give encouragement to the contestants they support.

“Waw!! Very tense yaa. Are you guys nervous?”

The MCs asked the pale-looking contestants, anxiously awaiting the results of the announcement. They answered with a smile. Unable to speak. Don't ask them what their feelings are like. Between wanting to urinate, defecating and of course wanting all to pass quickly.

“Good, we will soon see who goes into the top 3 and have a chance to realize their design.”

“We have completed the score calculation against the design of the contestant. All judges have given their value to all works in a professional manner.”

“In front of the main jury, Mba marisa, there is a red button that will be pressed in a matter of three and right then and there, three contestants who enter the top three will appear their names on this screen following their score acquisition. Are you guys ready?”

“SAY!!!” the audience is mutually disdainful.

“Good, we countdown together, three, two, one YES!”

“TETTT!!”

Bell in front of Marisa on tap and not long appeared the name of the participant following the score that continues to creep up.

“We look together, position 3 has stopped, there is Amelia prameswari, position two there is steadfast mulyana and position one, congratulations paradisa Sandhya!!!” MCs cheered by the audience.

Disa who does not believe immediately looks back and sure enough, his name is in the top position with the highest score.

He never expected that he would qualify in this round. Seen Shafira who screamed but was not heard because of the sound of other supporters rolled up. While Damar brandished his two thumbs into the air with a smile full of pride.

Disa could not hold back her sense of smell. In his face Clara who was clapping casually with her unchanging facial expression. Just a thin smile when occasionally his friends congratulate him.

“Good, for contestants who have not escaped, do not be discouraged yaa.. There is still another opportunity to show your best work. And for the models whose designers passed the third big, please go up on stage to accompany their respective designers.”

“Sa, congratulations.. I am proud of lo.” It was Rianti who gave him congratulations as well as hugged him.

“Still ri.” Timpal Is slowly.

It is a pity that Rianti did not enter the next round even though he really hopes that Rianti will become one of his opponents later. It would be nice to be able to show all the potential they have. But yes, that is a race. Sometimes the results are hard to guess.

Each model is already standing next to its designer. Disa looked in amazement at Clara who turned out to hug her like other models in her designer. Either this is a sincerity as a greeting or just a formality.

Until then there was a whisper, “Lo entered the top three, not because I touched the same description lo about me. I'm just trying to be professional with my current job. Don't let me be disappointed with the result.” Whisper Clara with great emphasis.

Like an alarm for Disa to be more earnest in the next stage.

Not long they hugged until then Disa was nodding to agree Clara's speech.

Clara just smiled cynically and it didn't matter to Disa, because this is what the model looks like.

“Good contestants, once again I congratulate you for making it to the top three.”

“In the round of 3 later, contestants will be given one week to complete the 3 looks they designed.”

“Kontestan will be quarantined for 7 days at this hotel, to focus more on this competition. It is ensured that the clothes made are according to the design submitted to the committee, we do not accept design changes after this.”

“Assessment will be done by mini fashion show mechanism, where the clothes made will be displayed directly by the current model.”

“We have prepared a fair judging mechanism so, welcome to realize the design you made.” Bright MC with wide length.

Today's race was closed with a standing ovation. Each contestant approached their supporters is no exception Disa.

While Clara preferred to leave this room. For him, his task is done.

"Thank you, clara."

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A ringing phone rattled Shafira from the euphoria of her happiness as she hugged Disa. He forgot that he was making a video call with his brother and somehow pointed the camera where.

“Jeez, bentar mba.” He shouted while taking off his embrace from Disa.

He looked at his phone screen and sure enough, Kean repeated his video call.

“Make mba disa.” He thrust his phone at Disa to answer Kean's call.

“I non?” he looked at Shafira doubtfully. For what he answered the call to his young lady.

“Iya, answer first. That's brother who video call.” Shafira buried her phone in Disa's hand.

“Hah?” confused would. Never had he made a phone call let alone a video other than sending a message two days ago.

“Jawab first sa.” Connect Arini.

Can was slightly fixated, what should he start his conversation with his young master.

“Ish mba disa. Answer first.” Shafira pressed the green button to receive Kean's call and before long, a handsome face adorned Shafira's phone screen.

Kean was quite surprised, as was Disa. Before his call was interrupted, he only heard the cries of the supporters who were somehow shouting what. Whether Can win or fail, he doesn't know it at all. Shafira's camera suddenly leads to haphazard places with a clamor that is not clear to hear.

“To the toilet gih. Let it be noiseless.” Said Shafira who can only be followed by Disa.

“Hay!” sapa Kean melted the atmosphere.

“Iya sir. I briefly moved, because it was too noisy.” Sahut Disa who is stepping quickly to the toilet.

Kean only noticed Disa from his phone screen. After it was not clear Shafira made a Video call, he finally chose to break his marathon meeting about 10 minutes to be able to hear the latest news from Shafira. But who would have thought, when he made a video call, even the face of Disa in front of him. His heart reflexes pounded with a beat, like he found his life again.

Arriving at the toilet, Disa entered one of the toilet rooms. Lock the door and sit on the toilet seat.

“Sorry sir, I have to answer it here.” Shamefully Disa said that.

Seeing the place where Disa was, Kean smiled to himself. His mind became safari everywhere, like a teenager growing up with his wild fantasies.

“No problem.” Legally. He sighed deeply to neutralize his strange thoughts.

“Where is the result?” choose to ask this important question rather than thinking about something else.

A wide smile immediately expanded from Disa's lips. That pretty face looked even more beautiful with the twinkle of her eyes that lit up beautifully.

“I, escaped the top 3!” his screech clenched his hands, moving his legs cheerfully.

“Alhamdulillah.” Excite Kean reflex. “Congratulations yes.. You are indeed the best.” Her baby with happy feelings. Had Disa been by his side, perhaps Kean would have hugged her tightly.

“Thank you sir. I did not expect that I would pass.” It still feels like a dream, yes like a dream as he is in the final stages of this race.

“I am sure that you will get away with it because your idea is brilliant.” Reveal Keaan in earnest.

“Master knows? Sir saw it?” still can't believe Kean's words.

“Hem. Fira makes video calls during your performance.”

Smiles occur when remembering how he had to balance his left brain and right brain, between thinking about close language by listening to sentences of Disa exposure that he thought was very interesting.

The look on Disa's face involuntarily changed, as she recalled what had happened all day. How he tried to dampen his flogging feelings so as not to affect the course of this race.

Facing Clara, gave her a lot of trouble. He had to endure his unstable feelings while remembering that this woman was the future wife of the man he once loved. Not ever, but always. It was just that feeling he was trying to suppress so as not to torture her too much.

It's a lie that Damar said Disa moved on so soon. It was just camouflage so that he looked fine and did not become an anxiety for the people around him. He could never really move on from Kean's shadow. His companionship with Kean was like a beautiful dream attached to his subconscious that was clearly visible even as he opened his eyes.

He just tried to hold it, although it had to give a little more pain because the turmoil slowly sliced his heart.

Then, Clara was not someone who liked her. Since the beginning of the meeting, Clara's impression had been bad on her. As the saying goes, the person who hates you will never find any good even if you try hard to show it.

That was the difficulty he faced while with Clara. Luckily, the idol model can still be professional. Although Clara did not like it, she tried to evaluate Disa's work objectively. And to be honest, it added to his admiration for Clara.

Wait, shouldn't Disa hate Clara? The woman always demeans him, taking him one eye even more Clara takes the only man she loves.

Yes, Disa was angry with this situation, but she never hated Clara. For him, Clara remains the reason he loves the world of design.

Aarghh stupid, yeah maybe he's stupid. But that's the truth.

“Can!”

“Yes me!” Disa returned aghast as Kean called out his name. Although no longer working as a servant in the Hardjoyo family, Kean's call still stuck perfectly in his mind.

Over there, Kean tried to hold back his smile. That's what he misses all the time. He wants to hear it more and more.

“Then how is the next round? Is it harder?” Kean asked again.

For a while, Disa seemed to have forgotten her pain. He enjoyed talking to Kean in the toilet. With enthusiasm he told the challenge in the next round and Kean was absorbed in listening.

Very comfortable with Disa telling a story, like meeting an old friend who wants to talk to all the things he experienced.

Kean enjoyed this. Hearing the sound of Desa seemed to revive his spirit. Every movement of his lips, he watched carefully, also twinkled his eyes that made his heart always pounding.

“Why do I miss you more and want to be next to you?”

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