Marry The Heir
It is as easy as it comes and easy as it is to choose to go

The POV

“Master, sir.” call me several times to the young master who is still asleep. He himself asked to be awakened but even this difficult.

I woke him up, said his name slowly but there was no sign that the young master would wake up.

I leaned my body closer to him. I saw him fall asleep like an adorable baby. His tightly closed eyes, his calm face and slightly open lips, made me doubt that he would wake up soon.

I intended to rub her face, or maybe slightly pat her shoulder but finally my hand just hung in the air. I could not bear to disturb his deep sleep and finally just look at the handsome face in front of me. I haven't seen him for a long time and I miss him.

Sir, what exactly made you suddenly come here earlier today? Still wearing work clothes with tired and haggard faces, not as usual. His shoulders sagged slightly as if the burden he was carrying was too heavy on his shoulders.

Seeing this face, my heart rippled again. The feeling I was trying to dim and take for granted was like waking up again after having a nightmare some time ago. Yes, I felt that what I experienced with the young master a while ago was a nightmare so we had to separate. The truth is, our hearts are still linked to such a great sense of caring.

I even still had to press my chest so as not to shake just from looking at her pair of thin lips and once kissed me gently.

God, what kind of mind is this? Isn't it all over? Remember, I let it go. No, trying to let it go.

I immediately straightened my body, “EHEM!” a little bit of sweating to neutralize my erratic feelings. After being able to control myself, I again bowed, getting a little closer and called out to the young master.

“Master, it's noon.” Whisper in his ear.

It's not without reason that I call her like this, if it's too loud I make a sound, I'm afraid to surprise her. The result is not good, in addition to a racing heart, there is also nausea when the movement from the subconscious to full consciousness is too fast.

Hey, what happened, suddenly the young master's hand pulled me until I fell and fell on his body. Our distance was so close that I could feel the warm breath of the young master that hit my face.

What the hell, why is his hand hugging my body and making me unable to move? Or maybe it was my body that chose to give up and not rebel. Hey, realize! This can't happen!

“Can, please don't hate me.” The murmuring I vaguely heard.

I didn't hear wrong, did I?

He really made a sound, didn't he?

I put my ear to his mouth, maybe he's still talking. But there was no sound other than his breath that hit my ear and made me shudder amusedly.

“I, do not hate you sir. But please release.” This time my consciousness was full, I tried to rebel and let go of the young master's embrace.

Slowly the young master's eyes opened, making me stop moving and we looked at each other. He smiled faintly but his eyes were not yet fully open. He slightly raised his head, so that our faces were getting closer and our noses were almost intersecting.

Oh, my God, it feels like my heart is gonna break. It's not safe to move on

“Do not master.” I immediately turned my face away, throwing my eyes away from him. I need to breathe a sigh of relief, dampening the irregular heartbeat.

It seems like the young master really woke up. But not only did he wake up, but he did too,

Her sister.

Holy hooch! I can feel it. I immediately pushed the young master's chest as a foundation for me to straighten up and move away from him. This is like proof from the theory of biology teachers about natural things that can happen to normal men in the morning.

I got up and got away from him.

“Can,” still had time for him to call me and where dare I look at him.

“Yes I.” nervous it feels until I directly sip the warm tea I made, to eliminate nervousness.

“Awh!” crazy, still hot.

Hearing my cry, the young master immediately got up and sat down. “You all right?” oh, his consciousness is full apparently.

“No sir. Just my torment.” I put the cup in its place again and slightly away from the man behind me.

“Sorry, earlier.”

“No need to discuss sir. I just want to wake you up. Nothing happened.” My reflexes on him made the young master rise from the sofa and approach me. He did wake up, not only his body, maybe also with his feelings and passion. And that's because of my stupidity.

He looked at me and I always avoided his eyes. Too shy.

“I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to harass or,”

“You are late sir. It's almost 7 hours and you're not ready.” I said random things. I honestly don't want to talk about it because I'm too embarrassed.

The young master was confused to see me who walked to and fro not necessarily direction without daring to look at him. Heeyy I was wrong.

Fortunately I managed to ask Wita to send the young master's work clothes. Although he asked a lot, I managed to make an excuse that hopefully can be accepted.

“Good. Her towel?” the young master was still talking to me, making me nervous.

“Already in the bathroom.” I pointed at the bathroom.

The young master did not chim in anymore. He watched me until he finally let go of his eyes when he went into the toilet.

“Huft!” I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Dropped my body on the sofa that still kept the young master's body warm. I rubbed it and the stupid shadow came back.

“Stop there, stop. It was just an accident.” I screamed at my careless thoughts. I have to put an end to this rather than keep me from focusing on work.

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Kean was in the bathroom long enough. After being exposed to the water, his mind began to become fully aware. Either part of the dream or reality when he was hugging Disa. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and tried to remember clearly what had happened just now.

Disa's awkward and evasive attitude when looking at her gave one explanation that it seemed like what had happened was not a dream. The reaction that happened to his body was real, not because he had a wet dream.

Kean exhaled in annoyance, staring at his cold face. Again, his body could not compromise. It was clear that his brain arranged for him to move a little away from Disa but, instead, it was getting closer and making it difficult to suppress his feelings.

“Stupid! You idiot! Stupid!” Kean cursed himself. He washed his face again with cold water, so that his mind was clearer and accepted the reality.

Out of the bathroom, he saw Disa who was still engrossed in her work. Sometimes it seems daydreaming like thinking but then he continues his work calmly and casually.

Kean's work clothes are already hanging in the hanger, the right suit that is always Can choose. He wore it quickly and chose not to involve Disa in this trivial matter. This is part of his way of keeping his distance.

Near the bed, there is a typical hotel breakfast menu. Disa who heard the sound of Kean's footsteps and immediately approached.

“You'll have breakfast now sir?” his reflexes are always fast.

“Hem.” That's Kean's only word.

“You will have breakfast with what, let me prepare.” Take one bowl and open the container where the oats.

“No need, I can do it myself.” He took the bowl from Disa's hand, made the girl dumbfounded and looked at her hand.

Put a few spoons of oats into a bowl and mix it with milk in a glass. “You don't need to call me young master or be too formal because I'm no longer your employer.” Imbuh Kean with a lot of emphasis that makes his sentence sound cynical.

Disa just stared, looking at her young master with nanar. The warm water seems to have made Kean aware of reality and stopped doing things as if trying to repeat closeness in the past.

“Good.” That's only His answer. He must do the same. Do not hinder the steps of others to free his feelings from things that he should not keep.

Kean only glanced a little, trying not to care about Disa's disappointment. Shouldn't it be like this?

He stirred his oats with milk and when tasted, “SHIT!” grunts. It doesn't taste good, not like Disa's.

Can see the true annoyance that was seen on his young master's face. Either on the food or on him.

Put a few slices of banana into the oat mixture that he made, also some blueberries as a sweetener.

“Please.” He gave the food to Kean.

Kean looked at him for a moment, still thinking whether he should eat Disa's homemade breakfast or ignore it.

“Consider breakfast made by a friend.” Resolutely Disa tried to be indifferent.

He replaced his breakfast with a piece of bread covered with butter and then sprinkled dried raisins and a little sugar. How does it feel, you try it. It only takes this food to prop up his stomach and enough glucose to face a tough day

After thinking finally Kean ate his breakfast. There was no meaningful conversation between the two, until Kean left without making small talk.

In his bed is now sitting. Look at the three clothes in the unfinished mannequin. His mind became disoriented after seeing Kean's attitude that changed 180 degrees. It suddenly came, suddenly hugged her and suddenly left with a cold face. Is it that easy for Kean to play with his feelings? It feels like he started like a stopover, which he came to on a whim and left when serious. This proves that Kean did not really mean what happened earlier. Really unintentional.

His body became weak itself when he remembered what happened a moment ago. He laid his body on the bed looking at Kean's dirty clothes on the floor. The habit of the man is still the same, putting things carelessly including behaving as he pleases.

His mind was so unremarkable, the mood he had built since yesterday just shattered in a few seconds. His imagination was cut off and right now he just wanted to lie down like this. Enjoying a slow time traveling while thinking about what is wrong with him.

“Kean, “ can he call the man by that name? Why be a stranger?

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