Marry The Heir
Do not wake a sleeping lion

Disa soared in excitement when she saw the number of items delivered directly to her hotel room. Starting from three mannequins, fabrics of various colors and types, sewing machines, to small items such as threads and needles and beads. Not to forget a set of batik tools for painting wings.

Like a dream, seeing these objects in front of him at the same time. It felt like a fairy godmother had suddenly come and granted all her requests in one eye. In the past he could only imagine having items like this but at the moment it was all real, he could see and touch directly.

With the spirit of Disa organize her things so that they are easier to find and use. There is also a small closet that he functioned to store small equipment so as not to be scattered and lost.

Wiping the mannequin feelingly and looking at his belongings with haru taste. The originally dim spirit is now back on.

“Determine your heart firmly and enjoy every trip you will face.” The words just ring in Hisa's ears. The words Sugih said as he showed proof of college enrollment and decided that he would become a designer instead of continuing to paint.

The man was full of pride of shoulder swabbing Disa, as if giving confidence to Disa that he had taken the right decision, could go through everything and get what he wanted.

But who would have thought, at the same time Disa did both. Painting and designing even make clothes for his idol model. So it is remembered by the kindness of Sugih and Meri that gave him the opportunity to get to know the world of design.

Although his steps must be stopped in the middle of the road, but not a little knowledge that he got. Getting to know many world fashion figures from the books he read, gave him a lot of enlightenment. Although he did not only get knowledge from school, he still hoped that if there would be another opportunity, he was determined to improve his knowledge and abilities.

Given that, making his original purpose change. He is not thinking about becoming the first champion in this competition. He just wants to produce the best work and bring out all his abilities. Winner one, two or three, just a bonus. Yeah, just enjoy the process.

“Tring!”

An incoming message and it appears that the sender is Damar.

“Sa, see my vlog.” Scripting.

Damar sends a link and Disa opens it immediately.

Wow what a surprise this is, Damar really did it. A vlog that begins by showing the introduction of Damar through a graffiti. In further by showing off the way he made the artistic writing on a plain wall and ended with a curious offer of tips and tricks that he will teach the loyal audience of his channel. Next part said.

Throughout the video playback Disa smiled herself to see the way Damar spoke and explained, it was very funny. It looks like the script words made by Eko because it sounds a little awkward, not the way Damar talks at all. But at the very least, there was the hard work of his best friend who rarely spoke of this. The existence of Eko makes the way of communicating Damar slightly improved.

In this video, Damar shows his masculine side as a man. His hair he let loose and he just tied when he started drawing. The way to tie it up was what made Disa chuckle to herself. Sure, this is also the setting of Eko because it is deliberately made very dramatic with slow motion.

Can not be denied, the handsome and masculine figure of Damar is indeed a magnet in itself to attract the interest of women, especially.  This also makes the vlog trending faster. In this kind of world, interesting looks are needed in addition to having to have an interesting concept.

Focus Can switch on comment field. Just last night this video was uploaded, it turns out the audience is already a lot and dominated by women. Not wrong again, this must be Damar followers on his Instagram account who have reached tens of thousands.

“Keren mong! Damong I am great.” Praise Disa in the comments.

Within seconds of his comments liked the creator, apparently Damar was playing the video.

“By the way I'm still grubbing sa. Eko is not clear about the script, where to use in some more scribbles. Keep writing really ugly, pemet my eyes.” Reply Damar at length.

Oh, my gosh, he opened his card in the comment field. Could be grimacing amused reading the writings of Damar.

“Kak damar, why not reply to my comments? Isa's sister is her boyfriend mastic brother huh?” a netizen replies to Damar's comments.

Why the hell if you see the closeness of two people in cyberspace always considered there is a relationship? It remains a mysterious question to this day. What with reciprocated messages can be considered two people have a love relationship? Isn't there another form of relationship that actually means more?

“This friend of mine. Prospective designers.” Reply Damar with pride.

Disa became laughing herself to see the action of reciprocating Damar with his fans. As a result of Disa's comments column on the assault of many Damar fans who asked about other personal matters. Some are answered and many are ignored. Yes, that's how Damar is. Not in the real world or cyberspace, he is not too good at communicating with others especially if considered not close. The circle is quite narrow but with the vlog that he made at least can add to the friendship of Damar even if only virtually.

“Later yes, I made a vlog with my friend. All are obliged to watch. Watch out if you don't like, comment, share the same subscribe.” Reply Damar finally.

Jesus, Damar play make a promise before making a deal. This is how the habit of men to spread promises easily, eh ups!

But at least Disa could sigh in relief, Damar actually started his steps. And this time it was the same, had to start his pace.

He looked back at the mannequin before him. In his swab slowly, never thought that he would have his own mannequin. No need to make it from a newspaper that once banged. This time, he really became a designer.

His next assignment was to contact Clara's assistant. Inquire about Clara's body size and measure some of the usually crucial parts. Hopefully Clara can be cooperated. Yeah, I hope so.

******

A great battle is being fought against Kean. A subsidiary leader refused to be replaced even though the results of the management voting have been approved he will be removed from his position. Although arguably his mistake was quite big, Kean still gave him one more chance by not directly firing him.

Because of the long working period, though, a high sense of loyalty and feeling that he has contributed greatly to the company is the reason he does not want to be demoted and this debate is enough to make the atmosphere of the room heated up.

“I never take company money. Not one bit. I just took the opportunity to make our partners stay loyal and there is no harm, right? After all the company is not at a disadvantage as well.” Kilahnya when Kean saw the many production goods that are often in the stockpile.

“Hey, you know me. You know how close I am to a sigit. You also know that the sigit will not be a problem with this as long as the company runs well?” he began to attack the personal side of the management ranks, making them whisper to each other.

Kean simply fell silent, listening to this man roar. It still gave him a chance until he finally had to shut up and accept his decision.

Kean brushed his hair rough, tidied his suit and straightened his body. He stared intently at the man who denied Kean's accusation.

“Loyalty partner is not obtained with you often invite him to eat together.”

“You did not take company money but hoard excess production goods even though the goods can be used to supply the needs of other partner offers, it hinders the development of the company.”

“And to cover the number of production items you make, you do not count employee overtime hours let alone pay them. Do you think it does not undermine the trust of the workers in our company?” challenge Kean later.

The man looked flabbergasted. He didn't expect Kean to know the card. He looked around and saw people whispering. Kean only smiled coldly at the man who looked like he was looking for an excuse.

“I never did that. The proof is that no employee protested, right?”

"I'm just trying to prepare the stock that later,”

“Can you sell separately on parties that are not in our list of partners!” exclaiming Kean cut out the middle-aged man's sentence. He could estimate exactly what was on this man's head.

He began to move from his seat and loosened his neck which felt suffocating. Enough of his patience to respond to this man's vague chirp. The opportunity he gave us is over. .

“You think I don't see employee attendance that is overtime but no overtime payment?” one file Kean threw in front of the man.

“Then you think I do not see the cost of maintenance of tools and buildings and electricity payments and so on that exceed the threshold but do not match the calculation of production?” again he threw a second file in front of the man.

“Do you think this kind of thing is still considered feasible by a subsidiary leader in hardjoyo group?” he stared at the man sharply.

The man could not answer. He looked around him who was looking at him sharply. Judgment for what he did.

“I, I'm sorry sir.” The man finally.

He bowed in lethargy, condemning his own folly. How could Kean find this awkwardness. It has been a dozen years that he is safe to do all this. It turns out that a Kean is not just anyone. He thought he could fool his young master with the excuse he made. In fact, Kean was not what he had imagined.

Replaced the sarcastic-smiling Kean. “Do you still want to discuss from this meeting? I guess our decision is correct, right?” he spread his eyes across the room.

“Already sir, we agree with your verdict.” One of the management representatives.

Kean smiled faintly as he played the ballpoint in his hand. He looked at the man who seemed to be harboring annoyance at him.

“Then, what else are you waiting for? Being removed from office without due process is not enough to make you grateful?” ask the man in front of her.

Instead of agreeing with his young master's words, the man looked at Kean with a defiant face.

“Like father like son, your attitude is equally arrogant.” He said with eyes barking at Kean. Kean knew what this man meant was him and his father.

“You're like a new lion cub that can rip apart prey until you don't use your brain to think of smarter ways to hunt. You are busy showing your fangs on opponents for the sake of looking worthy to be the next king.”

“With the young master, sharpening the fangs is not enough as long as you are still hiding in the armpits of the real king of the forest. Don't be so confident in getting rid of me! You are nothing.” Exclaim that man.

“BRENG SEK!!” yell Kean. The table hit until the whole room was aghast.

He did not accept that someone would humble him in front of many people. He stood up to challenge the man with clenched hands and glint of eyes full of anger.

“Don't you think what you say will drop me! You're just a loser and I'm in full power right now!” the thrill made an instantaneous silent atmosphere.

Kean is demonstrating his authority in the management ranks. He no longer wants to be considered weak because it looks only sheltered under the name of Sigit as an heir to the Hardjoyo group. His efforts to show his ability to lead the company are still considered to be pure then he cannot accept this insult.

“Looks like my kindness made you more presumptuous. You want to see who the real lion is?” his breath gasping withstood the emotions that were peaking in his chest.

Roy approached immediately, worried that his young master was crossing the line.

Retrieved a file that he saved and originally did not intend it to show. But this man forced him to do more than the good he was trying to give. Opening the document and Kean affixing his signature.

“Process him legally!” he said while throwing his file in front of Roy.

The man was dumbfounded. He looked at Kean in disbelief. He thought, armed with his proximity to Sigit, would not make Kean this bold. But it seems he was wrong. Kean was showing who the king was here and he could not argue.

“Master, I.” the man is approaching. His face panicked.

“OUT!!!!” kean's voice echoed in the meeting room.

That one cry made the middle-aged man instantly tremble. He was at a loss for words to tell Kean. It seems he was wrong, he had awakened who the real king was.

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