Marry The Heir
Psyche and Cupid

The sound of laughter rang out from a room occupied by the models. There were Clara, Corry, Marisa, Lestari and Angela along with several organizers and founders of the event who were chatting casually while enjoying a cup of coffee. This little celebration they did after the event finished in the title.

Still wearing the costumes designed by the finalists, they were engrossed in commenting on each other. Sometimes there are compliments but not infrequently there is criticism that they convey.

“Gue is the formal looks that I like the most, this one is not really.” Said Lestari while showing the clothes she was wearing.

“Why, lo sexy again wear that shirt.” timpal Marisa that sounds more like a satire.

“Lo did not know before this shirt like how.” Lestari put her glass down in annoyance as she recalled how she and her designer had finally decided to change the concept.

“Emang how? Not the theme is sexiest huh?” with the fingers scattering Corry's expression.

“UHhh…. Steady, sexiest and hot! Hahaha..” Angela to open up to hear the speech of her best friend.

“The concept is indeed sexy and elegant but so, I am even a rich female teaser on appeal model. I could be railed against by netizens. If the title is not a competition, yes enter but this is a crazy competition. Yes, I look like a wild woman has no norm. Like a striptease dancer. Oh, I am.” Cerocos Lestari does not like it.

“Hahahhahaha..” They compact laugh.

“Sorry ne, that's what makes me not vote designer lo. I'm more of a Claire designer. I want to wear his shirt.” Marisa excitedly responded.

“That's the hell I want too. I have a gala dinner plan for one of the perfume brands, I think I use the services of designer lo deh Claire. Not bad, I can get a sloping price and he gets a promo, his shirt I use.” Corry chimed.

“Ah elo anyway he wants a sloping price mulu. Not a capital lo!” Marisa squeaks. He has memorized exactly how the character of this one friend.

“Lo new children should be supported, not even lo matiin.” Suddenly Clara voiced out cynically.

“Who wants to kill a new child. I'm Just,”

“Yes it! The one in your brain is already intent on matatin the first step of a new designer.” Clara immediately cut out Corry's sentence which she could have guessed.

“No problem you ask the price to be tilted just as much as a child but, do not be biasedain kayak already. You habitually ask for good goods but not capital, you think that child menedesain do not think what?” cerocos Clare. I don't know where the resentment that comes from when I hear Corry's speech.

“Ish lo kok nyolot anyway?” Corry didn't take it.

“Eh already dong, gini problem doang do not need to use storm.” Marisa tries to mediate. He knows how Clara was Corry. Two people who if they argue will be very wide.

“Yes out I don't like the same way claire. He was made to dress as a child, not want to really like it. Elo who is narrow mind, make people not develop. Possessive lo!” Corry throws the tissue he was holding onto Clara.

“Eh, elo yes,” Clara began to be provoked, but only then he will move, there is already Marcel who holds his hand.

“Dateng is also his handler. Bring the chick lo. Rutup!” cynical Corry while crossing his arms arrogantly in front of his chest.

Just as Clara was about to chim in, Marcel had already withdrawn his hand. “Don't be on ladenin, not your level. Where there is a rival psyche same regular model.” Marcel's whisper reminded Clara. He knows how to control his girlfriend.

Clara let out a rude, annoyed gasp in fact and still wanted to chim in on Corry but Marcel was right, there was no point in arguing with Corry, just a waste of energy.

“Gue go!” taking the handbag that was on the table then passed away after pointing his middle finger at Corry. He sauntered leisurely beside Marcel who was holding his hand.

“Positive lo b***tch!” corry exclaimed, but Clara did not chim in. Prefer to embrace her lover from the side and enjoy time together.

To appease Clara, Marcel takes her girl to a cafe. The beautiful woman had changed clothes but some people still recognized her and asked her to take pictures. A very common sight to see Marcel.

Leaving Clara a few moments with her fans, Marcel went outside and lit a cigarette. From a distance he looked at Clara who looked better. His facial expression began naturally with a light smile and what it was. Though usually this woman is very difficult to smile when meeting with the fans. For him fans are just a bully of his privacy.

Marcel was quite curious about the changes that had happened to Clara. Said his emotional assistant Clara also began to be controlled and not explosive as before. This is certainly a good development. The woman began to grow up.

One cigarette has finished Marcel suction. He returned to Cafe and saw Clara looking at the round bracelet in her hand. The only accessories she didn't take off.

“You like it so much?” ask Marcel who took his place next to Clara.

“Not bad.” Legs lightly.

“Not good if you don't want to take it off. What are the accessories that are loved the same in?”

Clara just sniffed her shoulder and sipped a cold drink in front of her.

“Tania also dapet, wini also.” Acutely.

“Ngak special dong, whereas my girlfriend likes a special.” Pinched a little of Clara's chin in a fit of anxiety, the part of the pretty face Marcel liked after her sensual lips.

“Ya slightly different.” Clara took the phone out of the bag and squeezed her hand between her thighs. “I want to see something.” His whisper was anxious itself.

“Oh yes? Inhere? Is it not wrong?” Marcel is approaching. His passion signal instantly appeared.

“Do not pervert!” elbow Clara with annoyance.

“Ya finished using all whispers, want to say what the hell?” the more curious it is made.

“Close this bracelet with your hand, but the other is a little gap for the flash light.”

“I see.” Marcel was just following his lover's request.

The two swarmed over Marcel's armband. Then Clara turned on the *f*lash light from her phone and chuckled in anxiety.

“Witness? That's my initials.” Proud speech. “This makes it different from other bracelets.”

“Wow? She made this for you?”

“Hem.” Holding a smile that almost expands.

Marcel stared in disbelief. He let go of his fist and pulled Clara's hand to get a closer look.

“She’s amazing.” Praise Marcel very much.

Hearing the sentence slide from Marcel's mouth, Clara's face immediately turned irritated. He pulled his hand from Marcel's. Marcel realized right, Clara's annoyance.

“Until when do you still want to admire him?” his voice started to shake, wanting to cry apparently.

“Hey, I do admire him. Just like I admire Aristotle, Mozart or whoever it is. But that doesn't mean he occupies my heart.” This is the most serious persuasion Marcel has ever said.

“You know, he said you were psyche, I do, I agree with her.” Slowly began to pull Clara's body to lean on her shoulder, then gently pat her woman's arm.

“Psyche it's not just butterflies she's a woman prettier than afrodite to make afrodite angry and want to destroy it." Marcel started to seriously tell stories.

"Because of his anger, he told his son, eros to give psyche a potion that made no man want it. Psyche also managed to get exposed to this herb so that no man wanted it even though she was very very beautiful.”

“Psych parents can not find a man to marry their beautiful daughter. Until one time, the oracle told the psyche's parents about the creature that lived on the mountain that would become her husband. Psyche packed up her things and went to meet her fate which she thought was terrible.”

“As he got closer to the mountain, Psyche was brought to the top by Zephyr. Although she only met him at night, psyche's husband was an amazing lover, but he never allowed his wife to see his face, and promised not to peek.”

“Luck makes psyche know if it turns out the husband secretly psyche it is eros. In order for the goddess to remove the curse, psyche was given a task and eros faithfully accompanied her to complete one task at a time.”

“Slowly, they really fell in love with each other. Until the curse is gone and psyche becomes the only one for eros.”

“Can be right, if he says you are psyche, and I am eros. Cupid's love dies to the only beautiful woman, like me who really loves you Claire. Don't doubt me, I really love you claire. Hem?” lirih Marcel with great sincerity.

Clara was in her place. All this time, he only knew that Marcel was a man who showed his love with physical contact. He never thought that Marcel could express his feelings in such a sweet way.

Clara's chest feels tight and warm at the same time. Want to cry because overwhelmed at once upset.

“You know cel, I once felt very hateful in.” I am Clara with a trembling voice holding back the cries.

“She took your attention, made a blatant oddity reject me, whereas I was lacking what?”

“And today I saw him surrounded by people who loved him, while I was alone on stage, smiling at the camera like a fool.”

“I was upset, because when I saw aunt Arini smiling at dia, made me think of mamih who used to always sit in a VVIP chair, encouraging me as I waltzed on the catwalk. I also remember the papih that used to make me his priority but now, taking care of the company is the main thing for him.”

“Can get a lot of things that actually stay away from me. Wretched. Why am I so unlucky?” curse Clara with tears that began to break.

“SSttt... Claire..” Marcel hugged Clara tightly while rubbing her back gently.

“You know, if it's about luck, you're very lucky."

"You had time to feel the affection of a mother, the attention of a father and the praise of many fans.”

“But she’s alone. He didn't know his mother, didn't have a long time with his father. He often gets insults from many people. But he survives, so he can make you feel envious.”

“But believe me, you are my most beautiful and greatest woman. There's nothing to compare between you and Sia, you're special in your own way and I love everything you have. Isn't that what's important?” marcel said with great earnestness. It's the deepest expression of love he's ever said to a woman and it's Clara.

“I've also felt jealous of mas sigit. Every time I think about what always makes it one step ahead of me while I never one glances, even if it's papah. Various ways I do to make mas sigit fall but, instead I am exhausted.”

“But now, I’m fine. I've been through that time. I feel special at least to myself. I can do things that might not be able to do by mas sigit, such as smiling sweetly at women, seducing women to make the most beautiful woman in the world fall in my arms. Aren't I very lucky?

"So why do I still have to feel left out of mas sigit? We are special in our own way.”

“So, stop feeling no luckier than anyone because to me you mean claire so much. You mean a lot for me, okay?”

On her forehead kisses Clara feelingly. Sipping the fragrance of hair that always makes his sense of smell feel at home for a long time sip the fragrance.

Just this time Marcel felt enough, enough to be himself and be next to the Woman he loves. Meanwhile Clara, her eyes were already wet with tears streaming down. Marcel looked at him with gratitude. Is that how Marcel felt about her?

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In a different place, there is Kean who is being fascinated by a girl who is engrossed in telling stories from earlier.

Disa told how she felt very nervous when she had to walk on the catwalk. Like walking on snow that could make him slip at any time. Tried to keep his balance until he could stand next to Clara, his model.

“You know sir, my legs go limp like they have no bones. Jeez, it feels like I don't want to repeat it.” He smiled to himself, remembering his stupidity.

While Kean was only dumbstruck, he listened to the story of Disa and entered into the girl's mind. His chin was propped up on his arm with a smile that always rose. He was so enjoying when he saw the lips of Disa that moved continuously with a voice that was firmly attached to his subconscious.

“Master, did you listen to me?” confused himself because from earlier Kean just smiled.

“Hem, continue the story.” His fishing rod. He just wanted to hear the story of Disa again and again.

“The story is over, sir. I got a flower bucket from mister.” Disa's lips pursed in annoyance because it seemed Kean was not listening to the story.

“Oh yes? Though I still want to hear other stories.” he traced the line of the nose of Disa up to his lips while approaching.

“Em, this master.” Disa glanced at left right worried that someone was looking at them.

“Or do we make another story?” kean's voice was heard half-whispering with his eyebrows linked waiting for an answer. His heart was pounding increasingly faster, he could not control.

He gently bit his lips which made Kean feel provoked to get closer to the distance they were just adrift, five centi, four, three, two and, uh,

“Can!” call a voice from the door.

“Ya!” he said with surprise. Kean Reflex pulled his body away, clearing his throat to neutralize his feelings that had previously erupted.

What almost happened didn't really happen.

“Oh, sorry auntie guess,” is Mery who is now misbehaving when aware he has ruined the atmosphere.

“Em, it's okay aunt.” Disa immediately moved from her place, approaching Mery who was still shocked. While walking, Disa was still thinking, what should she tell her aunt if she asked? Wouldn't it be so awkward?

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