Marry The Heir
Who will marry?

“Okey, we're already at the top of the show. In front of us, there are already three professional models who demonstrate our finalist design clothes.”

“We also got results from the judging. Who will be the champion this time. Does anyone know? What's your hotshot?” again the MC throws questions to the audience.

Each supporter shouted the name of their respective finalist.

“Can! Isa! Resa!” shafira shouted at the front. He supported her vigorously and a bucket of flowers that were always in her arms. The plan he will give when Disa goes on stage later.

“Waw!! Great support from every finalist.” Mc Exclamation.

“Tan, mba design clothes are very good yes Shafira's whisper did not accept.

He still remembers several times Clara tried to bring down and humiliate Disa. But this time, she stood up confidently, posing beautifully with a beautiful dress and an ever-expanding smile. To him is unfair.

“Emang should be who makes, you?” goda Arini with a light smile at the end of his sentence.

“Ya not also, I walk aja ngangkang, where can the road graceful like it.” Shafira cursed herself.

“Tante was also tomboyish, no problem. The important thing is to be yourself, in order to be confident like claire.” Timpal Arini relaxed. He could understand Shafira's frustration with Clara.

One thing that Arini was very grateful for at this time, the personal matters of the two did not become a hindrance in their cooperation.

Shafira and Arini look back at Clara on stage. Growing tall as it is worth making the ingredients of the women's betel which makes the ideal female body benchmark is tall, white and slim. Don't imagine toge.

And they must admit that Clara also has an important role in helping Disa present her work.

“Alright, now we welcome together, the finalists of the 18th design competition this year. Please welcome, Amelia pramesti, Paradisa Sandhya and Teguh Mulyana.”

Again the sound of clapping rumbled throughout the room.

The three finalists who were summoned immediately took to the stage approaching their respective models. His feet felt weak as powerless when stepping on the catwalk and greeted with boisterous applause from every corner of the room.

“Mba yes!!! I love you!!!” shafira exclaimed from the VVIP bench.

Disa smiled faintly as she waved her hand at Shafira. The stage fright he felt made his lips so difficult to smile widely.

Standing beside the towering tall Clara, Disa's body looked petite. Although he already uses heels as high as 5 cm, certainly can not compensate for the height of Clara in addition to the 15 cm heels that are used. His body was only as tall as Clara's mid-upper arm.

From his place, Disa spread the view to the corner of the room. He saw Arini and Shafira on the main bench. Slightly back there was Marcel and Kean staring at him and Clara. His face was as tense as trying to look calm. Then in the more distant audience area, there were Damar, Eko, Rina and of course Meri. Look, it turns out he's not alone. Many people gave him support and encouragement.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, you obviously have people who love you." whispered Disa in her heart, strengthening herself.

In the distance several times Mery shrank her tears that dripped earlier. Since Damar showed the clothes designed by Disa and worn by a famous model, he was so moved and could not hold back his tears.

Still vividly remembered when her late husband asked for help to persuade Disa to go to college and take a major that he said in the future would be promising. He tried hard to convince Disa who was strong just wanted to study art, deepen his love for painting. Luckily he managed to persuade Disa even though he had to with a little threat if Sugih did not want to finance the lecture Disa if not according to his uncle's wishes.

It turned out that Sugih's choice was right. Currently Disa was standing in front there. Looking beautiful and petite, Mery is so proud. His chest was tight because of the crying he was holding. If Sugih had seen him at this moment, he would have been proud.

If he had wanted to take the Disa report when his nephew took the stage as a class champion, maybe the same pride he would have felt long ago. But he always refused on the grounds that Disa could do it herself as usual he did many things.

“Mother really wants your dad, Mery” is mellow. He leaned his head against the shoulder of Damar who was sitting beside him.

“Mother do not be sad, I must be seneng because until now mother always love the same Disa.” Damar patted Mery on the shoulder to calm her down.

“Iyaa, I hope your father is not disappointed with mother yes even though the lecture will have to break up in the middle of the road.” So sorry for his own words that women end up in the kitchen. He should not have discouraged Disa at that time, lucky Disa did not hate him.

“Good, we will see soon, who is the champion of the design competition this time.”

Clara pulled the hand of Disa hanging on her side, in order to get closer. Then he held tightly and only felt that the hands were both very cold, equally nervous.

“Lo don't tacky ya. How the result, you still have to smile because many cameras that lead to both of us. Don't take mewek if you lose. Ugly on camera.”

Clara whispered softly in Disa's ear, full of warning. This model is very camera conscious. He knows when the camera is pointing at him so he has to control his face and smile.

“Iya Claire, I promise will be fine.” Sahut Disa, trying to strengthen his heart.

“We count together, 3, 2, 1. Yes!” the screen behind them began to display the acquisition of value from the judges.

Clara's hand was clutching Disa's hand. They were so nervous they dared not look back.

“Vote one design race to 18 falls to,”

Disa's heart and Clara's pounding were getting louder. It feels like a long time ago this MC continued his sentence. His body felt limp and if it was any longer possible his chest could explode so tense.

“Waw, congratulations Paradisa Sandhya with psyche design!”

“Aaaaaa..” Clara reflexes screaming in excitement. Unknowingly he hugged Disa tightly even though his body had to duck a little, adjusting to the height of Disa.

“We won there! We won!” clara exclaimed in Disa's ear full of haru. Unknowingly, her tears were dripping. He forgot to warn himself not to be tacky in front of the camera.

While Disa, still sculpting. He still could not believe the results he had heard. Is this real or is it just a beautiful dream due to lack of sleep.

“Hey! You won there! We won!” seeing Disa who was still fixated, Clara took off her embrace and shook Disa's body and hugged her back. What kind of feeling he can't express.

“We really won claire?” almost spelled out his sentence weakly. Like his body would fall.

“Iya begging! Lo budeg what the hell?!” exciting Clara. He let go of his embrace and looked at Disa in annoyance.

Disa did not respond. For a moment it felt like the room was so quiet. People were screaming but no voices were heard. Time slowed down and everything moved slowly. He saw, from a distance, Eko and Damar also cried out, pointing their thumbs at Disa. Disa only smiled faintly, she really did not hear anything.

“DISA!” clara shouted when Disa was called several times but instead gawked.

“Hah, yes?” Disa jerks. Clara's voice is like reconnecting the nerve flow in her head.

“Lo still unconscious? Noh loy!” Clara flipped Disa's body facing the big screen behind her. Only then did he realize that he had indeed managed to become a champion in this event.

Without waiting for long, Disa immediately bowed, then prostrated in gratitude. There was a cry in his seat that made his chest tight. He wanted to scream and say he was very happy.

“Alhamdulillah o Allah, thank you.” He is in the mind with thousands of thanks which he cannot express.

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“Mba adored dear, congratulations yaa..” exclaimed Shafira who welcomed Disa after getting off the stage.

He gave a bouquet of flowers to Disa. Bucket of umpteenth flowers that he received after being crowned as the champion of one design competition.

“Still non fira.” In his embrace Shafira tightly and heard a sigh of relief.

“Proud of you mba, mba disa the best.” Praise Shafira sincerely.

“Still non, thank you very much.” If Disa had not followed Shafira's advice to follow this design competition, maybe he would not have reached this stage.

Getting to know the new world, working with professionals and of course adding friendships. There are many things he should be grateful for being at this point. Opportunity that not everyone can get.

Releasing Shafira's embrace, Arini changed who spread her arms to welcome Disa. Disa happily crouched down in front of Arini then hugged Arini.

“See right, if you can get this far?” whispered Arini, full of pride.

He hoped, if Sigit only saw what the girl he often despised, Arini would be happier than this. Fighting a humiliation with achievement is the most decisive revenge for anyone.

His move to ask Kinar to persuade Disa out of his house, turned out to be fruitful. At that time Kinar whistled loudly refusing to tell Disa out of the main house or Kean's house. In the midst of his problems with his young master, Disa is still very much in need in the Hardjoyo family. But Arini was whistling loudly with her choice. He still wants Disa out of his house. Even if one day this girl re-enters their family, certainly not as a servant but a woman who will accompany her son in the future.

“Thank you madam, to always strengthen and encourage me.” said Disa sincerely.

For Disa, Arini has an important role in her life. He always assured Disa that Disa could do better with her talent.

“Sama-sama. Once again, congratulations yes..” rubbed his back gently, as if showing such great affection for this girl.

Kean, who had been watching from a distance, began to approach. It was calm and peaceful to see the closeness of Disa and her mother. When he saw Disa move from her place, Kean gave a flower that had been in his store.

“Congratulations yes.” He said with a smile.

“Thank you sir.” Embarrassed Disa took a flower bucket from Kean and kissed him. The flowers she likes. Kean can be romantic too.

“Cie, cie, cie..” Shafira nudges her brother's arm on purpose. His prankster attitude to tease Kean re-emerged.

“Diem!” exclaim Kean, full of emphasis. This little boy likes to bother him.

“Help dong hugged..” is not Shafira his name if it does not stop pranking his brother. Disa blushed in embarrassment and hid her face behind the flowers Kean gave her.

New Kean was about to approach but suddenly some reporters approached.

“Excuse me, may I have time for a short interview?” ask one of the reporters who thrust a microphone towards Disa.

This is the second attack after Disa was forced to speak after being crowned champion one. It felt like his words had run out even more so when he saw the camera pointing at him.

Kean swiftly confronted him. He does not want to be disturbed especially with each other's enthusiastic push to make them too close to the woman.

“Oh, you prospective husband from paradisa yes?” well, even Kean was asked. Intentions protect Disa, even he who was attacked.

Kean drowned, I don't know how he should answer. Talking in front of multiple cameras is not his specialty.

“True, they're the couple you guys gossiped about.” Sahut Arini while glancing at Kean and Disa.

“Oh, miss hardjoyo, apparently you are also present. Can we interview for a moment?” it seems that Arini is already quite well known if the journalists, maybe after a sudden incident in the press assault to the hospital.

“Mau nanya moreover, I have answered all.” Arini said calmly, without burden.

“So right, your son is getting married soon?” ask one of the reporters enthusiastically.

Whether to feel lucky or not because of the attention of the reporters was distracted. But those who did not get lucky because they began to be interested in finding out the answer to the gossip circulating.

Arini looked at Kean and Disa who were behind him. Smile and then look back at the camera.

“Iyaa. Plan for the end of this month. Before we go to paris to learn.” Arini firmly with confidence.

“Hah, end of month?” Disa and Kean stared at each other with confused faces.

Reporters were getting more enthusiastic and Arini was calmly following them. His hand coded for Disa and Kean to leave, while he kept the reporters from chasing them both.

“Late month? Is that true? This is who wants to marry us what mama?” ask Kean to Disa.

With only his shoulders, he still did not know what to say. Arini's spirit is very passionate to marry them.

But it doesn't have to be the end of the month either. Try counting, how many days are there?

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