Marry The Heir
My feet know where to go

It has been more than 24 hours since Sigit left the operating room and was placed in the ICU room. The condition of his vital signs is stable but until the time Sigit should wake up, there are no signs that indicate he will awaken.

The doctor had entered the room several times and re-examined Sigit but there was not the slightest body movement that indicated the man was fully aware. Only his eyes were slightly open, like he was sound asleep.

Arini, Kean and Marwan gather in the doctor's room to receive news of Sigit's latest development. Please-expect to worry about their current feelings, because the doctor shows that they are not too sure about Sigit's condition.

“We have done MRI examination of the patient, to see the condition of postoperative surface in the patient's head. Everything improved without any bleeding or side effects." showed the MRI he showed the three people in front of him.

Not too understood by ordinary people is the meaning of the picture he pointed with a pencil but enough to make Marwan nod to see the difference in images before and after the operation.

"Seeing the vital signs of a stable patient, can be sure that the patient is out of critical condition.”

Arini and Marwan heaved a sigh of relief, at least there was good news they received.

“But if you see his current condition we conclude that the patient is in a vegetative state.” One sentence from doctor Hasan is heavy to hear. They are still guessing what exactly the condition of Sigit.

“This condition is different from coma because the brain stem of the patient is in normal condition. In his current condition, it is possible for the patient to open his eyes. The patient's heart and lungs can function like a healthy person. In addition, patients also have sleep cycles, have reflexes, and can blink, grunt, or appear to smile like healthy people in general."

"If this is all uncertain always experienced by each patient and the circumstances that appear may differ from one patient to another but the patient shows almost all of these signs.”

“Only, because the cerebrum is experiencing abnormalities, the patient can not think, speak or respond to speech, interact with the surrounding environment, follow orders, and show emotions. It also makes the patient unable to respond to the presence of people around him.”

"How long does a great master go through a time like this doc? Can it heal?" Marwan watched Sigit from a distance with an erratic feeling. If Sigit wanted to have surgery from the beginning he was diagnosed with this disease, maybe this would not happen.

“We cannot determine when a patient can be fully conscious. Can be 4 weeks, or even 6 to 12 months.”

“What we can do is ensure the intake of nutrients, hygiene and support to the general body functions. I recommend that the family provide support and mild stimulation to stimulate the patient's five senses so that the patient can recover immediately. For example, the mistress rubbed her hands, told stories near her, played her favorite songs or music, showed family photos and other concerns that felt intimate for the patient.”

Sentence after sentence continues to resonate in the ear cavity Arini. After hearing the doctor's explanation, with his wheelchair, he approached Sigit who was lying on the patient's bed. Many tools attached to his body, all supporting Sigit to stay afloat.

There was little relief in hearing Sigit free from his critical period but one side of his heart was sad to see the man who usually stood haughty before him, never looking at him until his face felt unfamiliar. But when he became a patient in a condition that can be said severe then his face was very clear. .

Only this time Arini could look at Sigit firmly, after previously they had never even looked at him for more than 10 seconds. If you pay attention, there are fine lines on the forehead and under the eyes that indicate that this man is no longer young even though his charisma never fade. Then what is this one thing that he should still be grateful for?

Seeing Sigit's pale hands and covered in several infusion tubes, making Arini sliced. With a tremble he grabbed Sigit's hand then touched it slowly and rubbed it. There was no response, as the doctor explained.

Looking at the helpless Sigit, it somehow made Arini's tears drip. It felt better that he was suguhi Sigit's cold and expressionless face than to see him speechless and guessing what pain he was feeling.

“Mas,” is flowing with quivering lips and slowly breaking cries. One hand clasped some of Sigit's wavy hands and the other hand rubbed his tears slowly.

“I think you'll be stronger than me. I thought you would always stand before me haughtily. I think I'd rather see you standing proud than lying helpless. Can you get up for a minute? I'll spend a lot of time listening to your key sentences.”

It felt so claustrophobic as to imagine what they had to do to speed up Sigit's recovery.

Talking to Sigit, I don't know what he should be talking about with this man. There was no sweet story they could remember. Family photos they only had when Kean was a child and wedding photos are full of formalities. There are no memories that they capture in a photo and decorate the walls of the house. And if it's about Sigit's favorite music, Arini herself never knows what her husband really likes and dislikes.

They are too foreign even just to know each other's likes. And now, Arini can only be stuck, looking at her husband who is still reluctant to respond.

"Why can we be this alien?" he turned while tightening his hand grip on Sigit.

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POV Kean

I've been dealing with an unusual disturbance all day. The number of jobs in the office actually can not distract me from thinking about papah.

To be honest, I was still very angry and disappointed at the stubborn, non-talkable haughty man. But when I saw the man lying helplessly it turned out that one corner of my heart still felt worried and regretful. Moreover, the woman I love the most looks desperate with tears in her eyes. I can feel the sadness and love of papah at the same time.

The shadow of our debate continued to linger in my mind. A hard papah and a strong me with my choice are like two hard stones that when they collide make both of them break. One thing that is clearly different between papah and me is, I still hold a sense of anxiety for him, anxious if he is not okay, while papah maybe he is numb. Until he recognized nothing but anger and disappointment towards me.

In front of me was a pile of files that I had recently looked at. A CSR request that Marwan sent me directly. Looking at the fantastic numbers, my forehead is slightly wrinkled. The account of a parlour that Marwan was intended to be the recipient of this fund.

Curiosity arises suddenly to make me ask Roy to investigate whether there was a transaction of this kind or not. CSR is not a one-time thing. It has been decades and the recipient is the same.

It began to feel awkward when remembering the attitude of papah that is so degrading Disa, so it is impossible papah so generous. Finally I sent Roy to really investigate the parlor that always got this CSR.

This afternoon, there are a lot of things I just found out about papah. Intention to find out about the orphanage turned out to be fruitful in the fact who Papah really is. I was forced to unpack all the important family files, important files that were stored in the safe until I finally found something I never thought possible.

I sat down in my chair with an increasingly whipped mind. I just found out who Papah is and how his past is. Should I be disappointed to find out what Papah really is or should feel proud to see him survive in the midst of difficulties like this.

Papah is like a pandora's box which when I open makes me even more curious and stunned. I realized, I really don't know Papah. I only know he's a hard, heartless man and the greatest at ignoring others. But slowly as I know what makes it seem like he has no heart. Is his heart still scarred to the point of not giving others a chance to promise him hope?

Until nightfall, I was still reluctant to move especially with my head spinning. Roy met me a few times, and I asked to go home first because I still wanted to be alone.

Papah and all his mysteries why do I know now?

I rubbed my face violently as the thought grew more and more subdued. Only one thing I can do right now, sign the CSR proposal as a form of respect for the past papah.

I got out of my seat and leaned my body on the table. I tapped my fingers on the table, trying to untangle the crumpled, dead-end red thread. I looked at the bustling streets of Jakarta through the big window in front of me, hoping this could distract my mind. But the longer, it felt like I wanted to scream for the cry I was holding and wanted to peel to a situation like trapping me.

The vow I uttered was like a sharp pebble that made me unable to step forward. Maybe true, if I was a reflection of papah. The path of life I passed was like bringing me to the nadir point that Papah had experienced.

Why does it feel so scary if one day I experience what papah experienced? Can I live alone without the person I love?

Deadlock, that's how I feel right now. I took the car keys and intended to get some fresh air. With my sports car I drove around Jakarta without any direction. Go to crowded places, stay there but my heart still feels lonely. Going to a quiet place, but not adding to the calm but making me feel more alone.

All I do until the early hours of the morning and not even if my eyes want to be closed. Yes I do not like to close my eyes because when I close my eyes, the shadow of horror is again present.

At half-time 3am, I stood in front of the door of Disa's room. Doubtful whether I should press the bell or not. Or do I have to sign in using an access card that is given a receptionist?

Yes, in my hand, I held an access card that I got after arguing my friend was not feeling well in his room. The real lie is because I hope Disa will always be okay.

Apparently my brain can still have a way that I can get to Disa's room and get an access card.

Finally I decided to knock on the door, the best way I could think of. Not waiting long, the door opened.

I saw the confused Disa watching me standing before her with an obscure face.

“Master?” I still can't believe it's really me. His eyes were round, trying to convince himself that he did not see wrong.

Unlike me, I was very happy when I could see Hisa's face looked fresh, different from me who looked haggard.

“Can I log in?” ask directly.

Crippled, looking around the seemingly desolate corridor. There was no one else outside, he thought it might be a little safe if he let me in.

“Please mr.” He opened the door wider, gave me permission to enter. One thing I'm sure of, there's no way she could have seen me alone outside her room.

I stared at Disa with a strong feeling. I wanted to hug the woman who always made me feel calm. Unleashing the shock that filled my heart. Her peaceful face, her gentle smile and her warm eyes were always the things I missed the most. If I could just ask for a little bit of calm that Disa has.

Closing the door, Disa noticed me walking into her messy room. Of course, there are many remnants of cloth that scattered the traces he cut and he has not been able to finish.

He immediately ran ahead of me and picked up the scattered items on the sofa so I could sit down.

“Sorry sir, a little messy.” just realized apparently, his plain face always makes me anxious.

I noticed her face that remained fresh whenever I looked at her. Her hair was smashed and a little messy. His bangs he halted bando patterned cherry fruit and ribbon knotted in the middle. Why is she so funny, I want to pinch her cheek.

For a moment we looked at each other. I've missed him. I miss his voice, his face, his sincere smile and his clear eyes. It felt like I wanted to touch that face but then I clenched my hand and I retracted my intention when I remembered what I had said before Papah.

Yes, I swear it. Like stopping me from being by her side is always the home I go to.

Those few seconds were very memorable for me. When I woke up from my thoughts, Disa had already turned her face away from me. Either she was awkward or what kind of obvious I still saw a red hue on her cheek like every time I looked at her.

“You want to drink sir?” after putting the things in his hand in a basket.

“Not need, thank you.” I'm more interested in paying attention to what Disa is doing.

Three mannequins stood before me. One with a full outfit typical of young female executives who are elegant and impressed smart, while the other two are still wrapped in unfinished cloth he finished.

“This shirt you made for Claire?” I touched a dark-colored fabric surface that would likely be a perfect fit for Claire. They are very good at choosing colors.

“Iya sir, just finished one.” Acutely. Looking at me who admires his work. Like he wanted to say, but in his words.

I have to admit, Disa's hand is magic. Both tiny hands can make good food, paint beautiful pictures, design beautiful clothes to sew good clothes. Unfortunately I can no longer hold it.

“Please continue your work. I won't interrupt.” I chose to sit on the sofa, sitting comfortably watching the awkward-looking Disa get attention from me.

“Good sir.”

“Em, if you want to rest, the bed can you use.” He looked towards the neat bed.

“You didn't sleep? I can sleep on the sofa.” I lay my body on the sofa, it felt quite comfortable.

“I was asleep this afternoon, when my mind was blank. But now I am looking to continue my work and not get sleepy at all.” Disa sat back in front of the sewing machine, I could see her spirit clearly.

“Don't over-fors your energy. You need to rest, this competition is still a few days away and you have to defend to keep having strong stamina.”

I so lectured him, but usually Disa reminded me of it.

She smiled faintly at my speech, the smile I always missed.

“Sure sir, this competition is important to me and I will strive to stay healthy until everything is done.” I nodded in agreement seeing his strong determination.

“Alright, continue. I will not bother you again.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest and curled up a little, sleeping on my side facing Disa. My tall body could not fit on this sofa but it was quite comfortable.

I saw Disa start her job again. On the right side of his sewing machine was a cup I gave him. She wears it and it feels good to know that. I noticed that he was starting to focus on his work. I realized she looked so beautiful doing what she loved.

No, she was always pretty even in her sleeping pajamas. It was enough to leave me fascinated and smiling happily.

“Can.” I like to say that name.

“Yes I.” and her voice and her gaze, make me feel like a priority.

“Can I wake up in the morning?” I was going to sleep because my eyes were starting to sting.

“Sure sir. Sir rest.” Again he smiled, making me unable to withstand the turmoil of my feelings.

He came back with his job and I just looked at him. Enough to see it, to calm my mind. Slowly but surely, my eyes were ringing and then closed. Don't ask me what dreams are, because I'm starting to remember nothing but one name I muttered, Disa.

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