Marry The Heir
Enthusiasm cup

“Claire!” a call paused Clara's steps while she was in the hotel basement. He memorized correctly with that big voice that was definitely Marcel's.

With a lazy Clara turned around. Why else would this man meet him, even though the relationship between them was finished.

Clara turned around gracefully, if there was no relationship at all, then she had to be ordinary. There is no need for drama. After all the fastest way to move on is to make himself fed up with the man in front of him, as he currently feels.

“Why? Any need anything? I'm in a hurry.” Clara took off the sunglasses that had covered her round eyes.

Since Marcel's arrival to the ballroom, Clara's feelings have indeed flogged. A lot of things he felt. Angry, upset, disappointed, hate but still missed, there is still hope if Marcel comes up to him and says that this man is sorry.

Crazy indeed, he still expects this man to change when clearly Clara sees, who is in Marcel's eyes at this time. He knows who Marcel is. The man was not someone who was easily touched by sentimental things. He realized, the way Marcel looked at Disa like she was the only woman in the world.

When he saw Disa, he hoped that she would ask him about her relationship with Kean after a lot of gossip about them milling around on television. He had already prepared an answer that would make Disa's chest hot and her concentration messy, but the woman did not offend him in the slightest.

Either his feelings have changed for Kean or he has turned to Marcel. In fact, the innocent girl he could not easily guess the content of his thoughts. Strange, yes it is very strange to be the size of an innocent girl.

So, what's Marcel coming for now?

“How are you?” Marcel moved his foot closer to Clara. Her face looked calm, unlike what Clara often saw.

Throughout the event, he realized that Clara occasionally noticed him, but he could not react. During the break, he noticed Clara who was just daydreaming on the hotel balcony while smoking a cigarette with alcoholic beverages in her hands. Her habits don't change, when her feelings are erratic, that's what Clara does.

“Good, as you can see.” He smiled cynically at Marcel, an unimportant question in his opinion.

“Wait, do you think I'll fall apart after you leave? Haha, don't dream. You go I have no regrets. Anyway, soon I will marry your niece and call you, om.” Clara with a mocking smile.

“Oh yes? But, some time ago kean came to see me and said he did not want to marry you. Maybe he'd rather call you aunt than wife.” Reply Marcel casually. There was a faint smile on her lips that made Clara's hands clench irritated with a lot of anger.

“Job!” grunts Clara.

His anger had reached the crown when he heard Marcel's words. He thought that their meeting would bring kindness turned out to only lead to anger.

“By the way, thank you. Because it does not hinder the girl on the grounds of our personal problems.” Marcel said later. A sentence Clara never wanted to hear for any reason.

“Waw! It turned out that not only aunty arini who was excited to wriggle the waiter went into the next round. His brother feels the same. Congratulations, because your lady got into the top three and will partner with me. Welcome to hell.” whispered Clara with great emphasis.

His lips easily said the sentence but his red eyes, painstakingly held back the tears that were about to drip.

“Wanitaku?” Marcel scrunched his forehead, hearing Clara's sentence fragment.

“Yes, of course who else. I clearly saw how fascinated you were when the servant described his work. You didn't even blink a bit. Are you that proud?” snapping Clara who could not hold back her emotions.

From that moment he wanted to be angry, wanted to pep or curse anyone. But only this time he felt he had the right opportunity.

“You're jealous?” Marcel stood right in front of Clara, trying to touch the girl's face that looked red with anger.

“NGGAK!” he turned his face away from Marcel. One tear fell and he rubbed it rough.

He never thought it would hurt to see Marcel adoring another woman. Seeing Marcel watching other women, especially when Marcel admired other women, why so crowded? Has his attempt to forget Marcel failed?

“Claire, I was indeed mesmerized by the girl.” That sentence was a painful start for Clara to hear.

“ENOUGH! I don't need to know!” Clara covered both her ears with trembling hands. His eyes were no longer able to compromise, the next round of tears escaped dripping without he could stand it.

Marcel smiled faintly, reaching for Clara's hand to lower it. Strong enough to survive but still not stronger than Marcel's efforts. He wanted Clara to hear what she was saying.

Clara's hands clenched tightly, Marcel clasped them tightly, making it hard for her to let go. Finally he just threw a glance in the other direction and prepared to control his heart so as not to be further crushed hearing Marcel's next sentence. Although he knows, he is always a loser when talking about the heart.

“I was made to gasp by the sentence the girl said.” Again Clara's tears dripped without being able to hold. Hey, this hurts tofu!

“However, it is not her charm that makes me speechless, but rather someone she describes so beautifully.” Marcel touching Clara's face left the girl a little aghast.

Seeing Clara's face this close, made him realize that Disa's sentence was true.

“I'm a fool, because I didn't realize that I once had such a beautiful woman.

I was stupid because I ran off like a coward instead of keeping the woman who filled my world more colorful. I'm also stupid to stop fighting when I should have convinced you that you're the only one I love.”

“That girl made me realize how sorry I am to let you go.

The girl made me realize that I once had a chance to have something beautiful in my life that I could not exchange for anything.

And that girl made me realize, I should be proud to have loved this beautiful woman.”

Marcel's words were like a series of melodies that Clara never thought she would hear. Just this time he heard such sweet words from Marcel's mouth. Marcel was the type of man who expressed his feelings with a touch and a gaze. Not a man who is good at talking to make Clara melt. But this time?

“Early?” he quotes a word Marcel said.

“Enter and always.” Firm Marcel.

“You've always been the center of my world Claire. Nothing has changed, even though many women I have met, including the girl.”

“Sudahyour jealousy. I only admired the girl but she never occupied the most beautiful place in my heart. You still the one and always be the one.” The rubbing of Clara's cheeks gently made the girl gasp to hold back her cry that was ready to explode.

Clara was stunned, looking at the face of Marcel who missed him so much. Is this true? What did he hear that was not wrong? Marcel comes back closer and it turns out his feelings for Clara never change. What's wrong all this time, what's his jealousy or his love is too great.

Clara did not answer. He preferred to approach Marcel, staring fixedly at Marcel's face with tears in his eyes. Then, he kissed the lips so sweet said everything. His heart melted, his mixed feelings began to dissolve into a loud pounding that he always tried to dim.

Marcel did not remain silent. It replies to Clara's sweet kisses with **** strong. Sucking and sipping those thin lips until Clara gasped almost out of breath.

There was nothing more they needed to say because it turned out that everything was clear. Their feelings are still the same, nothing has changed.

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Disa was still standing while exiting the elevator, staring in disbelief at the man standing in the lobby and waiting for her. From his sturdy shoulder, he was sure it was true that the man who some time ago called him and asked him to come down was his young master.

Kean stood his back to Disa, still wearing his work clothes, only that his suit was no longer worn. In his hand he held a small paperbag that contained nothing.

While Disa, already with short shirts and flower-patterned trousers that she usually wears to sleep. Once he got a call if his young master was waiting in the lobby, he immediately went down without changing his clothes let alone putting on his makeup.

Her hair was in the original dipole with a few strands of unbound hair. Far from a neat impression such as braiding his hair as usual. He did not think about it, which he knew at that time, he had to rush down to meet Kean who was waiting for him in the hotel lobby.

“Master,” call Disa with doubt.

Really, just looking at Kean's back his chest immediately thumped very tight. Inter happy and afraid suddenly his young master met him.

The handsome man turned around, making Disa have to sigh deeply when she saw him smile. Like there was a sigh of cool wind that hit his face so he could sigh in relief when he saw this man was fine.

For a few moments he was fascinated by the figure who stood staring at him until he regained consciousness, this feeling like he should have thrown away.

“Sorry, because it keeps you waiting.” Imbuhnya.

Disa noticed Kean who seemed to have just returned from the office when it was almost 12 pm. His face that looks tired, he can not hide even though he covered with a thin smile that always makes pounding.

The man approached, inviting Disa to sit on one corner of the sofa where hotel guests usually wait.

Sitting face to face with a little awkwardness, this was the first time he met Kean again after a few days out of his house. A bit clumsy, not knowing where to start a conversation.

“Sorry for waking you up.” Lirih Kean while putting the paperbag in front of them.

“I haven't slept sir.” I was Disa while tucking in a child's hair flying in the wind blowing from the open window. Slightly shudder because it turns out the AC in the loby is also quite tight blowing and blowing his nape. He should have worn warm clothes so as not to get cold.

“Sgratitude.” Kean let out a sigh of relief, he still looked at the reddish sweet face when he met her gaze.

“You said once, I can still meet you and ask you how you are doing. Do you mind if I come like this?” seeing Disa who was fixated, he thought maybe Disa was uncomfortable with his arrival.

Either Disa has to agree or not to question Kean. On the one hand he was happy to see the young master's face but on the other, he knew it might be a mistake. Kean is the husband of someone else who should not be arbitrary he met. Moreover, he was still not used to suppress his feelings when meeting Kean.

It's both torturous and fun at the same time. But remember, this is just fun, not soothing. The more they met, the more likely they would return to anger his great master and be able to do anything. This is what makes him not calm down.

Disa shook her head slowly. “No sir. It's just, I'm required to focus on what I'm working on right now.”

Kean understood, as usual Disa tried to dodge in a subtle way.

“What Claire makes it difficult for you?” suddenly the question was asked by Kean. Disa who was originally bowed, slightly raised her face to look at Kean then looked back at her fingers that were linked together because of nervousness.

“No sir. Mba clara can be professional and I can accept that.” I honestly.

Although facing Clara was not an easy thing but did not necessarily make him give up. Clara can still be as professional as affirming that the beautiful model loves her job and does not want to tarnish her good image just because of the personal problems that exist between them. If his attitude is a little taut, of course it must be accepted. No woman would want her future husband to worry about another woman. Very understandable.

Again Kean nodded, this woman's mind was so simple yet mature according to him. What Disa said, was not because this woman was too naive and accepted Clara's every treatment but because she could put in place how she should behave. Very ripe. And Disa's attitude that was a little evasive because she knew, she shouldn't have met Kean this easily.

“This is a little gift for you.” Pushing the paper bag closer towards Disa. “I hope, he can accompany you work.”

“Thank you sir.” He smiled faintly, looking at Kean for a moment before looking down again.

“Hem. Excuse me first. Good night.”

Kean moved from his seat. Actually there are many things that he wants to tell Disa but not now not in this condition.

“Goodnight sir. Be careful on the road.”

Kean smiled at the words. He only knew what it was like when a simple sentence like good night and careful on the road became a form of great attention when he could not easily hear from Disa.

In the past, every time Can greet him. Good morning, day and night. Words that felt very ordinary because everyone could easily say them. But this time, those words became so expensive for him to hear.

Kean chose to leave, he did not want to make Disa even more awkward. After Kean passed, then Disa raised her head to look at Kean's back which was getting farther away. Hah, why does it feel a little pain in the chest?

Back to his room, Disa used the elevator. He looked at the paper bag in his hand. A little peek at what gift Kean gave, until then he was curious and took it out.

A ceramic cup with a picture of a smiling sun and the inscription “Good luck” below it. His young master was as if he was encouraging him. Disa smiled to herself, why is it that now her young master is paying such sweet attention.

Aahh, just make meleyot.

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