Marry The Heir
The excessive good

The sound of jazz music was heard from the hotel room where Disa lived. Not usually this happens because when doing his work Disa prefers in a quiet atmosphere. But this time it's different. Several times this plays music from his phone with a variety of genres that are listened to and the choice falls on jazz music.

This he did as a way to awaken his mood. Who would have thought it worked.

Too quiet sometimes makes us think more and more and Disa is avoiding it. He needs to focus his mind on the design he makes before his mood disappears again.

RAN-New Day Songs currently listened to. While muttering the lyrics of the song he remembered, his hand moved agilely set the seam path he made. The pattern was entirely he made, just need to unite the pieces of cloth into a masterpiece. His competition deadline is drawing closer and he tries to make the proportions a priority, when he should think about work and when he should think about his heart.

Yes, about his heart which is currently still not careless. There was no decision or decision he could make.

A ringing phone stopped the vocal Rai from changing the distinctive ringtone of the bitten apple.

After cutting the rest of the thread, Disa saw who called her this afternoon.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum bi..” Imas apparently who contacted him.

“Wa’alaikum neng greetings.” Imas voice sounds cheerful, more than usual.

“Neng, busy again no?” ask Imas from there.

“Em not bi, how?” tumben Imas asked about his work. Usually the woman immediately repented to convey the meaning of her conversation to Disa without making small talk.

“Neng, this is a lot of shipping, aunty to be shocked.” Imas cried there. There was also the sound of the sound of the expression of shock from the people around him.

“What's delivery bi?” Could have scrunched his forehead. The feeling he sent nothing but regular monthly money as big as usual.

“This, a lot of food the same stuff. Aunt sampe confused to be simple where.” Sahut Imas who occasionally talks to people in his place.

Can so moved from his seat, standing facing the window of the room while imagining what Imas actually said.

“Where is bi food from? I can't send food. Wrong send time bi.” So it was thought that the courier was wrong to send goods, considering that the house of Jenar was indeed the earliest in the alley.

“No neng. Said this man from disa, Paradisa Sandhya, Jakarta. Cenah.” Firmly imas, repeating the sentence that the man said before him.

“People are still there bi? Who knows?” Disa's getting curious.

“Still. Want to help me move things. Fine pisan.”

“Ya already, bi try in want to talk bentar.”

“Oh yes, briefly yes.”

There was the sound of Imas talking to a man. “Akang punten, this is my nephew to say.” His voice sounded.

Can't wait to talk to the man.

“Halo sa, this is me daan.” The voice known to Disa.

“Pak daan?” Disa was in disbelief. How could this man be in his house?

“Iyaa. This is me in order madam nganterin goods to your house. Alhamdulillah would like to finishi mindahinnya.”

Disa was nodding weakly, it seemed he knew who sent a lot of goods as in the words of Imas.

“Oh, yes. Thanks for daan.” Only that sentence could then be said. It was uncomfortable to hear Arini sending him such a large amount of stuff without asking him first. What exactly did her great mistress mean? Is he trying to pity Hisa and take the heart of his family?

He no longer speaks. He dropped his body limp on the bed. Looking at his phone, he seemed to think. Arini has done many things even though he has not given any answers.

Is this how Arini makes Disa feel indebted to have to accept her request? Annoyed, that's how he feels. He never thought Arini would do anything so far.

Can't keep quiet, he immediately contacted Arini. There is no doubt because he does not want to make everything even further.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum sa,.” is very friendly Arini voice over there.

“Wa’alaikum greetings mistress.” has not been able to get rid of the habit of calling Arini with that call.

From the last talk with Arini, this voice was the most carefree and light. Like without burden and full of happiness.

“Mistress, sorry I called madam. Because there's something I should ask.” Trying to speak well. He kept a moment of his regret in order to speak clearly and not to offend.

“Iya sa, how?” can't wait for Arini to wait for Disa's next sentence.

“Em anu, what mistress is sending a lot of goods to my home?”

“Oh already nyampe yes. Thank God..” sahut Arini with ease.

He was angry, this was not what he wanted to hear.

“Mistress, sorry. Madam doesn't have to do this. My family does not know anything, I hope the mistress does nothing more than this.” Confused if it is like this. Feel like you really should be receiving the kindness of the Kean family for no reason.

“Sa, please don't misunderstand.” Arini began to read the discomfort of Disa.

“I sent those things without any intention. Don't think I'm forcing you let alone impressing you.”

“This is what I should have done a long time ago. You did a lot of good things to my family and I can't repay you. It's just a small thing, please don't be offended yes.” Arini lowered her voice, sounding pleading.

Disa rubbed her face slowly, I don't know how she had to react. What will come to the mind of Jenar when she finds out that someone who sent her a lot of things is waiting for her answer about a wedding.

Seriously, Disa does want to get married but not this way. Things are too difficult for him. He must keep his good name, he, his family and the good name of the competition he participated in but the decision he will take is not an easy thing that he can do without a strong foundation of thought and great confidence.

Not to mention, Kean's statement that said he couldn't give him offspring. This is beyond a doubt. His mind could not think that far but he was forced to think because this would affect his future.

Still fresh in the memory of how Imas advised that Disa had many children so that in old age she had to take care, although the existence of a child is not only for that reason. Many other reasons made him think about his condition and Kean later. Really, it's not easy.

“Sa, are you still there?” arini's voice again spread Disa's mind about her choice.

“Oh, yes mistress.” Gelagapan. As usual, everything was sudden.

“Sa, please don't be angry huh. Again, I didn't mean anything. This is my thanks because you are so kind and willing to take care of me all this time. Hem?” arini again confirmed.

He must admit, so far Arini is not a woman with fashion. Of the many things that Arini did, this woman was indeed a sincere woman. Disa can feel Arini's affection as long as she works for her family.

“Thank you madam.” At last it was just that sentence he said.

“Sama-sama.. You focus on what you are facing right now. Oh yes, he said later tonight kean wants to meet you. I told him to take you out, not at the hotel. I don't want the committee to bother about this anymore.”

Again, about Kean. This guy's gonna meet him. However, was this on Kean's own initiative or because of Arini's request? Why would he be afraid that his relationship with Kean would end up like his relationship with Reza?

“Good mistress.” Again, Disa can only accept. Maybe tonight he should make an affirmation to Kean.

At her place, Arini only smiled after ending her call with Disa. It was great to imagine that Disa would be a part of his family.

A glass filled with warm chocolate suddenly thrust someone on Arini. Arini turned her head and there was Marwan who then sat in front of her.

“Thank you.” Said Arini with a line of smiles. He knew that Marwan's seat before him was not without reason.

“I'm happy to see the mistress so happy lately.” Reveal Marwan with his wise smile. Either it's honesty or it's just satire.

“Why, did you never think that I would be this happy?” sahut Arini, while playing a glass in front of him.

“Of course not mistress. I always expect the mistress and young master to always be happy.”

“But I don't feel that way. What do you want?” Arini asked immediately. He did not want to mince words with Sigit's confidants.

“No mistress. I just want to sit here. Maybe we can discuss a little about the future plans of the mistress.” Marwan tried to calm down. He knew, his great mistress was fishing for ripples.

Arini smiled faintly, rightly guessing Marwan's arrival was not without reason.

“About the future what do you mean? Wedding Kean?” he believes Marwan has heard the gossip that is currently circulating.

Marwan gulped down his bitter coffee calmly. Inevitably, he indeed had to reply to this.

“Mistress, the big reason for rejecting the girl is because the girl cannot be a part of this family. Can the mistress rethink your decision?” Marwan is indeed not a person who can mince words, the same as Sigit. And this always makes Arini think that Sigit and Marwan's brain is connected. His mind is the same and he doesn't like it.

“Why? Because the girl is a waitress you mean?” terka Arini's.

“Unfortunately, he is not a waiter at the moment. She's an aspiring designer.” Arini firmly. He smiled faintly indicating that he broke Marwan's first argument.

“Yes right, the girl is no longer a servant. But I am not sure if the big master can accept the girl.” Marwan sucks indeed, he can always crush Arini.

“Oh yes?” Arini remained with her calm. For him Marwan could not intimidate him.

“If he doesn't like it, you tell mas sigit to get up and tell me directly. As long as he is still lying like that, he simply follows what I will do.” Arini's sentence was filled with confidence, making Marwan's face not as relaxed as before.

“Why, what say I'm not foreign enough?” a sarcastic smile is seen on the corner of Arini's lips.

Marwan was only glued when he heard Arini's words. The same sentence his great master once said as he intended to send Arini abroad. Not without reason if Arini still keeps the words in his heart, the pain at that time would still leave a scar that he could not remove easily on Sigit's decision.

“Mas sigit always says that he must always maintain the image of the company, making sure people respect not to be underestimated.”

“You know that I am doing the same thing?”

“I'm keeping the image of kean as the successor of a new company so as not to be stamped as a jerk man by the people out there. Then, what's wrong?” Arini reasoned.

This is like being a new weapon for Arini to face Sigit or Marwan. These two people were very concerned about the public's view of them, hence this should be the arrow that Arini kept as a weapon.

More than that, he had no heart to see Kean who was not care lately. Since Disa left, her son's life began to fall apart. He began to work crazy, like trying to divert his mind and heart from the painful thing.

Although Kean let Disa go, it does not mean he let Disa away. Arini knows exactly who her son is including the habits that later changed after Disa left.

Kean began to avoid breakfast, preferring to eat breakfast at the office. Maybe it was because while at the dinner table he couldn't stop thinking about Disa and it was torturing his feelings.

His sleep is irregular. Many times Kean spent the night just playing PS or sitting dazed on the balcony with his own face.

He did not like it either, when the new waiter touched his belongings. Combining her own clothes, wearing her own tie, a habit that only Disa can do.

Kean's denial is too far away and Arini can't let it continue. She was a mother who could not allow her son to be tormented in this condition. If Disa was what she needed, then in any way she would give it. Is this wrong?

Marwan no longer chimed in. It would be no good if he continued to argue with his great mistress. Arini's view of him is the same as Arini's view of Sigit, annoying.

“I just hope the mistress does not misstep because the future of the young lord and company is at stake here.”

Marwan tried to remind. Although all this time he always followed the orders of the sigit, it does not mean he did not think about what the impact of what he did. Including in Arini hate.

“Thank you for reminding. But, I know better what I should do.” Arini Assert. Re-pointing the glass to Marwan then passed from the front of the man. For him this conversation is over, inevitably Marwan or Sigit must accept it.

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