Marry The Heir
The wing of the model

This morning was a happy morning for Arini. Seeing Kean had woken up this early, making his own breakfast which he said was Disa's sandwich recipe and of course his face that looked fresh, different from usual, gave Arini his own calm.

Arini was still watching from a distance as Kean was engrossed in talking through a video link while holding a bread clip.

“How is the avocado in the cut? Elongated what widens?” ask Kean who just finished peeling his avocado. Hand smudges. This alone requires extra effort to remove the avocado shell without damaging the meat.

“In the first two, the new master behind the kayak gini, well continue in the iris but not too thin.” His voice was heard there.

Arini so smiled to herself to see the cooperation of these two people making breakfast.

“Mba yes tan?” Shafira who just came down while approaching Arini.

Arini reflexes hissing while putting her index finger over her lips. He still wants to enjoy the morning scenery that shows the closeness of Kean and Disa.

“They?” Shafira immediately rounded her eyes to hear the conversation of the two.

“Nknow. Don't bother, we'll see.” first Arini was still whispering, so as not to hear Kean.

Kean who heard the noise behind him, turned to look for the origin of the sound. Shafira quickly pulls Arini's wheelchair into hiding. Their shoulders trembled withholding laughter as the other chatter they listened to.

“What's the honeymoon? Se enough spoon?” lifting spoon and bottle of honey side by side.

“Yes, one spoon is enough but not too full, so it is not too sweet.” Timpal Disa's.

“Okey, I tried.” poured honey little by little on the spoon and when there were enough sounds Disa heard.

“Available sir.”

One spoon of honey that then Kean sprinkle on the bread that has been given avocado.

“Udah can be eaten yet?” hesitant to see the results of his own work, because it is not as beautiful as made by Disa.

“Udah sir, try it, it must be delicious.” Disa convinces the doubtful Kean.

Actually Kean does not believe that the bread will be delicious. The size of tomatoes and onions that are cut is far from neat, some are too big and some are too small. But, he had missed this sandwich so much that he was carried away by a dream that he chose to wake up early to make it.

One bite entered his mouth, Disa waited impatiently for Kean's next expression. One mouthful has not been felt, in the second and third feed without comment.

“Where are you?” curious because Kean even fun chewing.

“I maaauuuu!!” exclaimed Shafira who was tired of constantly hiding. “Mba there!!!” he greeted Disa.

Disa just smiled looking at the bright face of Shafira who came suddenly. It was also embarrassing to get caught on video call with Kean. But her young lady was acting ordinary, perhaps so that Disa would not be awkward.

When Kean's attention is on Disa, Shafira immediately pulls Kean's hand and bites the tip of his bread.

“Iihhh, what the hell?!” kean protests when Shafira manages to bite his bread. He restrains Shafira's forehead, so as to move away and pull his own hand, out of Shafira's grip.

Not willing to share bread with my sister.

“Ih brother, so stingy anyway?!” angry protests. Only a few managed to bite and still curious taste the taste more.

“Enak! Make yourself!” pushing the cutting board contains onion skin mixed with alpuket and tomato scraps.

“Do not want! Brother who makes.” Shafira sulks spoiled.

“Ogah!” Kean immediately moved away. Eat the rest of the bread in his hand and pick up the phone he put in the phone holder.

“Kean, love fira little dong. Wipes later on he.” Arini came out of hiding.

“Mamah, have you woken up?” I just realized that Arini was nearby.

“Udah from earlier again. Who?” Arini pretended not to know.

Kean just smiled, showing his phone screen at Arini shyly.

“Can, good morning.” Sapa Arini to Disa who is still in the blanket.

Last night he stayed up late continuing to sew it, when he was just going to sleep, Kean first called him asking to be taught how to make sandwiches.

“Good morning mistress.” He was soon able to clean up his messy hair.

Her sleepy eyes instantly opened wide as Arini was before her. He stood up and sat down on the bed.

“Tumben you video call there, is anyone missed the same mamah?” Arini stared at the full search.

Kean and Disa are both silent, it turns out to be very thrilling if it is Arini who asks like this.

“Don't tell me you want to be my sister?” Shafira's approaching soon. Carrying unfinished bread sheets he smeared butter.

“Kepo! Why are you here early in the morning?” Kean tried to divert the conversation. He is still confused as to what to say to Arini.

“Ngapain is here?! I'm here because my brother has not come home. Kasian tau aunt alone. Where the hell is it?” His lips were pursed in annoyance.

Last night Kean had just returned home in the middle of the night, after spending time with Disa. Hearing Shafira's question, Kean turned his head to the girl, remembering what happened last night. Disa blushed in shame at her place, the memories of her and Kean as if dancing in her memories. How Kean kissed her greedily, hugging her tightly like reluctantly parting.

“I slept in mba's room at the loh. Says aunty every malem brother also sleeps there only aja aja no, kangen times yes same mba there? While ngayal it.” Ledek. The girl's voice managed to resuscitate the two from the deep daydream.

“Heh! Noisy!” Kean immediately smothered Shafira's sometimes uncontrolled mouth. Of course he did not sleep in Disa's room because all night he was engrossed in video calls while accompanying Disa to work on the design. The sound of the sewing machine seemed to be the melody between them and Kean enjoyed every time he saw the face of Disa who looked serious and beautiful while engrossed in her work.

Shafira tries to break away from Kean, “Tante!” he runs, hides behind Arini, seeks refuge.

“Kean has akh. You haven't explained anything to me. Resa also.” Staring at Kean and there alternately.

Both of them just bowed in embarrassment while smiling indistinctly.

Arini approached her son who looked wrong. I stared at her on her phone screen.

“Can, are you ready?” ask Arini, curious.

Kean did not immediately answer, in his eyes Disa who still looks beautiful even though her hair is a little messy. Last night they continued the conversation through video, many things they said to each other.

He took a deep breath before answering Arini's question. Arini can't wait anymore. Whether now or later, shouldn't he still say it?

“Iya mah.” Answer with confidence.

“Hah, really?” shafira exclaimed, waiting for a definite answer from Disa.

Disa nodded slowly, with a reddened face, embarrassed.

“Yeahayy!!! I'm really so adenya mba there!!!” shafira exclaimed in excitement like a child.

Disa and Kean both laughed at Shafira's behavior. His clothes were white ash but his behavior was still like a snot he thought.

Again kean looked at Disa who was not bored he looked at. He was very grateful because it turned out that Disa would accept it with all its shortcomings.

“Alhamdulillah, mamah join seneng. Finally...” Arini exhaled his breath of relief, after his efforts turned out not to be in vain. In Kean's hand tightly, Kean kissed her gently.

Disa, who was there, was moved to see Kean and Arini's always loving interaction. He recalls the suggestion that if he wanted to know how to see the best treatment of men for women, then look at the way he treats his mother. Kean loved Arini so much, treated him so well. So, it feels like the choice of Disa is not wrong to choose Kean as his life companion later.

“Mba there, later fira to where mba there yes back to school. Anyone want fira kasih.” Shafira's spirit immediately stirred up to meet her future sister-in-law. There were many plans that he had arranged for him to do with Disa.

“Do not! Could be busy.” Only Disa will answer, already the first Kean.

“Ih brother stingy anyway. My people won't bother me. Just want to nemenin mba in aja. Can you buy in?”

“Fir, your brother really. He needs to focus on his work together. There are 2 days left before the final event. You must disturb the concentration if you go there.” Arini knows very well, his daughter who can not stop talking will certainly be very disturbing Disa who must concentrate fully, work hard to solve everything.

“Non fira, we will be able to meet when I show. Non fira coming right?” trying to cheer up a disappointed looking Shafira.

“Iya dong sure. I will sit at the front and squirm directly mba work at the pass right before my eyes. I'm the same aunt arini pesen desk VVIP anyway. Isn't it tan?”

“Hem, yes sa. Fira and I will come. You are the spirit yes..” said Arini in earnest.

“Good mistress, non fira thank you.”

“Sama-sama mba here. Yes, now mba continues his work. Me, auntie and brother want to continue breakfast. Bye mba disa, love you!” he shouted while waving his hands.

A short while later Shafira ends her call with Disa without Kean's permission.

“Eh ni son.” Kean's protesting growled in annoyance.

“Hehehehe. Don't disturb.” He held his finger in front of Kean. Shafira easily returned Kean's words earlier.

Kean could only growl annoyed, but he still wanted to see the face of Disa. Little boy, just bother him.

*****

The plan for sleep was not realized. After talking to Arini and Shafira instead made his eyes less sleepy.

He chose to get out of his bed. Tidying up the blanket and arranging the pillows. Once it was neat enough, he went to the bathroom to clean his body.

What's happening now, Disa doesn't shower right away. He stood in front of the glass and looked at his own face. Slightly warmed and red, he cupped both sides of his cheeks with both hands. Nibbling on his own lips as he recalled what happened last night between him and Kean. It still feels the same, warm and thrilling.

Disa's attention was shifted to a small reddish lump appearing on her forehead. Right where Kean kissed his forehead before he came home. Slight pain but as if to be a marker that this forehead is now Kean's area of power. Eh?

“Hihihihi..”

Can so chuckle himself with the contents of his mind that sometimes out of control. His imagination was too high until he felt that Kean was behind him, standing a short distance away, he tilted his head as a soft sweep of warm Kean breath swept over his nape.

Crazy, this is really crazy. Falling in love for the umpteenth time made Disa's brain start to go insane. Sometimes he could not distinguish between real and imaginary especially when he imagined Kean was nearby. Disa hugged her own body, with her eyes closed imagining Kean was nearby. Warm and soothing.

"The spirit of sa, you're the best." that sentence then ringed in his ear, just like Kean said last night. It was like there were thousands of energies that then filled his spirit to the maximum level.

“Tok tock!” the sound of knocking rang out loud startling Disa. Quickly the daydream faded.

“Tok tock!” again the sound of knocking on the door sounded impatient. What is permissible, Disa immediately awakened himself, approaching before the door was damaged because of forced gedor.

“Clara?” murmured Disa when she saw the beautiful figure standing before her.

Fresh fragrance, typical of expensive perfumes that are not striking, Korean makeup looks complete until the skin looks glowing, beating the porcelain that is always wiped every day. Also, the sunglasses that he took off with a little slow motion, making Disa a woman just so fascinated, how are the adam?

Compare with the look of him who still wears oversized pajamas in the real sense. Really loose but comfortable.

“For so long do you open doang doors as well.” Clara directly barged into her room and stood right in front of the Disa mannequin.

“What percentage? Can I fit now not?” questions abound, ignoring Disa's shock.

He saw the clothes that were made especially for him.

“Em, formal and informal looks, ready to stay last fitting. I'm wearing the last size I sent assistant clara. If this one, only 80%.” Light Is clearly visible.

Honestly, it was too difficult to finish the last shirt without measuring Clara's body directly. He is not as good as the famous designer who once saw the body of the model, can immediately estimate the right size for the body of the model. He still needs to learn a lot.

“Completed tomorrow? I don't want to yes, if the clothes I wear are half-finished.” Ketus.

“Iya claire, I try to finish tomorrow afternoon, so the night can be tried while making up test.” As much as possible Disa calms Clara, she does not want to model and her idol is disappointed.

Clara is still paying attention to the details of the dress. Wipe the fabric surface gently. Pay attention to the details of beads and small rocks that look sparkling when exposed to light. Looking at the chest that he said was his favorite part, as well as his slim waist. The dress that looks more beautiful than the greek goddess's dress is indeed in accordance with the concept of Disa.

Of interest to Clara, is the wing part painted by Disa. He knows, this is not an easy thing, batik on this type of fabric. It takes a lot of skill to make it. And after that, it turned out to be beautiful.

“Can lo spanin not wings, I want to see.” Suddenly Clara said that.

“Can? Want to try it all? I have also created a 3D version. Want to see?” the spirit of Disa immediately excited to see Clara enthusiastic about her work.

“Mana?” the corner of his eyes still seemed cynical, the prestige was high, curious but still in hold.

“Sabar disa, it's like this clara. Originally good, just need to get used to the attitude.” Is able to comfort his heart that occasionally menggelos.

Cana immediately retrieved his ipad, showing the 3D version he made. “Please, Claire.”

Clara sat down gracefully, looking at the design Disa made. Sometimes comparing it to the original.

“Gue want to try, can?”

Interested in it too.

“CAN!” sahut Disa with spirit.

Finally, I don't know what dream last night was that Clara came and was willing to try on her dress. Though when he saw Clara at the door, Disa thought Clara would abuse him for his problems with Kean. But it didn't.

It feels like Disa must learn not to think negatively of others, even those who treat her as an enemy.

Taking off her dress from the mannequin with a slight tremble was so happy. Then put it on Clara in front of a tall glass, higher than Clara.

Clara noticed her body wrapped in a dress made by Disa. I don't know what she's feeling like because there's no change in facial expression. Slightly raised his chin typical of the model, took off his hair fastener tied to a ponytail and made his straight hair fall unravel. A little bit to make Messy look. Occasionally lift it, to find a model that fits her hair do.

“Perhaps it is good to be made wavy at the end and a little highlight color.” It was Disa's advice that followed looking at Clara. The creation of this God is beautiful.

“Hem, but I don't like this part a bit loose. Can you date gak?” he held the waist which he thought was too loose.

“Can! Can I measure?”

“Hem.” The short word means a lot to Disa. Whatever the reason Clara changed her principles so that Disa would not touch her, she could only be grateful. It turns out that it is not wrong he idolized Clara as a famous professional model.

Disa quickly re-measured Clara's body. The parts that she thought were the key to the perfection of her dress, she made sure several times so as not to be wrong. Until the bloated heart Disa because so happy.

“What's so convenient?” locking one part that Disa thinks is important, the back.

“Ya, enough.”

In the mirror there, Clara occasionally noticed Disa. This woman never gave up on her often annoying attitude. His determination was very strong even though he always treated Disa with cynicism.

Asking comfortably, yes this girl asked for comfort over the dress she was wearing. In fact, sometimes for a model who shows a fashion, the important thing is to look stunning, no matter it is comfortable or not. The problem is comfortable, only applies to those who do eventually have the shirt. His job is to show, that's all.

So smiled to himself when he realized that Disa did not treat him like a living mannequin. He appreciates Clara's feelings, her comfort. She made a dress that she thought would accentuate her advantages and cover up her flaws. But Disa didn't do it.

Can allow the part that Clara hated to remain visible only made with a special look so Clara did not feel that it was part of the lack of his body.

“Lo talented.” The two words that he then said and made Disa blush.

“Thank you Claire.” It was more exciting for him to continue his work.

“Oh yes, about kean,” Clara paused her sentence, waiting for the expression of Disa who started to stop the movement of her hand measuring her body.

“Gue has failed my engagement plan is the same kean.” Imbabnya when Disa began to listen.

Disa just smiled knot, I don't know how she should respond. But at the very least, Clara was no longer his rival for Kean.

What exactly happened today, why so much fun?

*****