Marry The Heir
Young master VS Pecel

“I heard someone was getting married.” A voice rang out as Kean's office door opened.

Marcel, with a casual pace and his trademark smile, drew closer to Kean.

Kean, who was focused on his work, paused for a moment his activity, closed his laptop and turned to look at the man who then sat in front of him.

“It looks like om like to watch gossip shows too.” Ledek Kean, do not like when the circumstances that corner it is made a material ledge by Marcel.

“Events gossip? Of course not, hahaha.” he laughed satisfied. It's funny that his niece looks so upset and upset like this.

Seeing Marcel's reaction, Kean thought a little about Roy's report.

After rumors spread about him and Disa, Kean did tell Roy to investigate the matter. He still thinks that if a reporter sees him enter the hotel, it is still possible. But, to get CCTV footage from Kean coming home, of course, it needs full power to force the hotel to issue the recording.

And the one who could do that, was probably just the man before him. Who know a lot of people and are famous for being pushy.

“Why did you do it?” asked Kean who was starting to pucker up his mind.

“Me? did what? You are weird.” Marcel moved from his seat as he looked at Kean's probing eyes.

“Sit first, we still need to talk.” Tell Kean in a firm voice.

“Wah, where dare I sit here. Seeing you who like to pounce on me, my hair directly stood.” Marcel pretended to shudder and rubbed his arms, as if his hair bristled.

“No need to pretend. It's a job, right, spreading this news to the media? Do you know what the consequences are for disa?” exclaiming Kean who came to stand up with emotions that began to rise.

“What work? I didn't do anything.” Marcel was firm with his answer and started to stop whining. It seemed that his nephew was seriously angry.

“In the hotel, many media are standby, sometimes they cover the activities of the finalists to be made vt when they finish competing later. Why should you accuse me of doing everything? You think I'm that stupid to let the hardjoyo surname be made into gossip material again?” Marcel reasoned.

To talk to his nephew did have to give a logical reason in order to be accepted reason that is still often bad to him. It's not wrong for Kean to think like this. They were not very close and Marcel often made trouble, so it was natural that his nephew would accuse him.

Kean brushed his hair, rubbed his chin and then thought seriously. It's true that Marcel said too many eyes at the hotel for him to suspect. The hotel manager did not even want to give information related to the leak of CCTV footage circulating and taking cover behind his legal counsel. Dead-end!

“I don't know you either. You came to Singapore to persuade me to convince claire, after claire's problem is over, why are you even hesitating? You don't intend to play the girl, do you?” change Marcel who investigates. He still remembers how his spirit Kean came to his place of work in one day. It is not easy and without reason.

Kean re-occupied his body, with a furrowed forehead. He thought of Marcel's words and it felt right. But he must admit, in the interval of fighting it, there are things that make him have to rethink his wishes. And this is pretty hard.

“You have a chance, why should gini confusion? Be a smart person not only in managing the company but also in dealing with personal problems."

"Don't be a coward like your papah. Make this precarious situation an opportunity for what you have been chasing all this time.” Marcel tries to give advice, pointing out his existence as a family member older than Kean.

Kean looked at the man who was currently looking at him with a line of smiles. Like a senior who was teaching him how to survive in difficult conditions.

For a while Kean needed to reflect, thinking about what Marcel was saying. Perhaps his words were worth considering.

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At 7pm, Kean was waiting in the lobby. As promised, he will invite Disa to dinner outside. No matter where Kean would take him, he would just follow.

Out of the elevator, there was already Kean sitting in one corner of the waiting chair. He wears casual clothes complete with a hat to disguise his appearance. In his hand he was busy playing a brightly lit flat object giving off a refractive light on his face.

Can not be denied, the charm of Kean is very alluring. The tall and handsome figure can still be recognized even though he disguises his appearance.

Being able to sigh deeply and then exhale slowly, he had to calm his own turbulent feelings every time he saw Kean including this moment.

Kean's hand movements instantly came to a halt as the corner of his eyes caught the shadow of the two legs walking towards him and stopped right before him. Can be with a sweet casual look wearing a knee dress and a parka jacket that has a hoodie.

Disa's appearance is always charming even though simple. This is one that Kean likes when he meets Disa, good at self-nurturing to look attractive with all its simplicity. Makes him feel special because he is next to someone who presents himself as a whole and as it is.

“Goodnight sir.” Apply with a smile. Not as bright as usual but still able to charm Kean.

“Night. Ready yet?” As usual, this stiff man is not good at small talk.

“Already.”

Kean walked first to his car followed by Disa. Sometimes he turned to make sure Disa followed him.

Sitting behind the wheel and following Disa who sat beside him.

“Mamah said maybe you are bored with hotel food, what would you like to eat?” kean asked to open the conversation. There is still a distance that feels far between the two even though they sit side by side with a distance of a few inches.

This question was a little annoying for Disa because like Reza, Kean did not come at his own will. Maybe Arini forced her to show that this man meant it.

It must be admitted that he was getting tired of the hotel food menu. All-fancy food, sometimes only enough to be enjoyed occasionally and more quickly boring at home cooking.

“Chicken pitcher.” Disa does not like to answer with the word whatever. After all Kean offered him then it was better he said what he had in mind.

“Bby. Any place recommendations?” asked the man beside her while putting a seat belt around her body.

Being alone, he thought Kean would reject him because it was not a place that was usually visited by a young master, especially someone who was picky about food. Must be clean, should not be tasted and only certain foods that can be eaten. Complicated, like Disa's current thoughts.

“Em no sir.” So confused yourself if you have asked the recommendation of the place. The hotel where he lives is in the capital's elite area, it may be quite difficult to find a chicken pecel seller nearby.

“Maybe sir would like to choose another place that is more suitable for us.” He could have partially lowered his voice. Calling the word “Kita” feels so foreign at the moment.

Their journey through by paying attention to the existence of chicken pecel sellers. Different from the usual, rice paddies that have always been a favorite of Disa suddenly forgotten when he imagined a good sambal pecel.

Kean was engrossed in arranging his wheel at a moderate pace, looking out at the roadside looking for chicken pecel writing. Disa who was sitting next to him started to notice the man.

“Master, maybe we should find another place, which is more convenient for mr.” Not until the heart imagines Kean forced to eat foreign food.

“I need to try it.” Only that's short Kean's word but full of conviction.

Can be thinking, Arini may indeed be able to force this man to invite him to dinner but his willingness to eat Disa menu options look more like a reflex answer that shows this man is trying to adapt to his preferences Resa.

Changing eating patterns and habits over the years takes a long time. It cannot be changed only by force from others. Because of its essence, eating it not only makes the stomach full but they must enjoy what goes into his mouth in order to truly be a source of energy and give pleasure. Kean went through that.

Is this man indeed approaching by his own efforts not by force? Why would his heart beat if what he thought was true?

Beside him, from the middle rearview Kean glanced at Disa who was looking at him with a confused face. His plain face with a slightly wrinkled forehead was like harboring many questions.

“Chicken pecel one of the favorite food of Indonesian people right? Looks like a loss if I don't try it.” The sentence was said Kean as if in the direction to answer the question in the mind of Disa.

Disa just smiled, the reason Kean could accept. Regardless of the real reason. Let's just see if Mr. Picky is enjoying his meal or just pretending to please Disa.

Banners with pictures of chickens, catfish and ducks are already visible in plain sight. The smell of fried chicken and sambal made by the seller has been smelled since Disa lowered the window.

“Here alone?” Kean asked, looking at Disa's mupeng face so he wanted to laugh.

“Iya sir.” Quickly follow.

These few days he constantly eats fancy hotel food. It's delicious, but it makes you bored quickly. Menu with international taste, not too suitable with his tongue. He prefers foods that contain lalapan and sambal like this pecel.

Get out of the car, they sit in the back seat. A waiter approached them with a sheet of laminated menu paper and a note-taking device.

“Eat here om?” ask Kean.

Kean just mendelik, do not accept called om by the little waitress who partly hair in brown paint, very striking when exposed to light lights. His age may still be a dozen until he feels worthy to call Kean with the call Om.

“Pesen what sis?” because Kean did not chimed in, he instead asked Disa. This time Kean turned his head to the boy in annoyance. He called to him while Disa called to his brother. Is his face that old?

“You think I'm om-om?” Kean stared dislikefully at the child.

The boy was even grimacing, it turned out that the man was still young when his face was clearly visible.

“No, looks like a rich boss. The car was nice, rich on the cover of a magazine. But why eat here?” the question was plain and made Disa hold her smile in amusement.

“Is there a ban for me to eat here?” Kean took it seriously. His young master could not joke. Always ketus, like the first beginning he met with Disa.

“Hehehe.. Yes, it is not. If it is better in Borong. Want to know your favorite menu here no?” confidently the boy approached.

“What?” slightly pulled his body away, yet still looked curious.

“Fried ducks sambal mercon. Guaranteed nagih.” Offer with confidence.

“Ya already, bring the one you think is the best menu.” Returned the menu paper to the waiter and was greeted with a happy smile by the maid.

“Every boss!” the boy did a short and immediate salute passed.

“Table 8, full favorite menu!” he yelled at his friend.

His friend who was frying and making sambal, compactly turned to Kean and Disa.

“SIAP!” speak them with spirit.

“What should be that big?” asked Kean with a confused face.

Disa just smiled, it seemed like she did not need to order anything because Kean had already ordered the best menu.

Sure enough, Kean and Disa's table was directly filled with food. Chicken, catfish and duck are all served, complete with tofu, fried tempeh, sambal and green lalapan. The rice is still hot and puffing smoke, fragrant food that is as fragrant as to make Kean saliva like it will drip.

“Master, we ate this much?” tanya Disa did not believe. The table in front of him was almost full of food that Kean had ordered. Usually the favorite menu is only one special but it seems that in this pecel shop all the menus are favorites.

“I don't know that much either. You just eat what you think is the most tempting taste.” The same kind of confused Timpal Kean.

He just shook his head, not believing what he saw and heard.

Some time they started to enjoy the food in front of him. Initially Kean took a little rice and duck pieces that he split the two. He was doubtful that he would like this food. But different things happened after Kean added sambal. Poking it a little and long kemalan it adds rice. Pieces of duck sisapun move the plate even in addition to a catfish that goes along with it.

Sweat is pouring, occasionally sipping warm tea water deliciously to quench thirst and reduce the spicy taste in his mouth. Can't Disa believe that the one who was eating in front of him was really Kean. This man was completely different from usual. Eat it very greedy, whether really hungry or he just knew the taste of the delicious pecel duck and catfish.

While enjoying her dinner, Disa noticed Kean. Several times Disa asked for a drink for her young master.

“Hahhahaa. Young lord versus pecel.” Mumbled Disa.

Right, if we don't try, where do we know the food is good.

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