Marry The Heir
Don't make me wait

The wedding was completed and closed with a family dinner. Families talk to each other casually familiarize themselves as a new form of relationship between the two. Arini who looks warm welcomes the family of Disa who is still reluctant to talk to him. They are used to accepting each other's presence.

The sound of crisp laughter occasionally rang out from the dining table as they listened to the story of Imas shuffling the stomach. Arini can even laugh widely when the typical joke Sunda in the throw Imas in the middle of dinner.

Sometimes it does not need to be too formal so that they quickly get to know each other.

Unexpectedly, they could get along quickly. There is no rigidity between Arini with Jenar and Imas as well as Mery. Everything flows just like that, making the intimacy of the two families intertwine quickly.

On the balcony of the ballroom was Damar who was alone with a glass of drink in his hand. His mind was still spinning with a terrible feeling. There was still a sense of unwillingness when suddenly Disa decided to accept Kean's proposal in a very fast time.

Like no need to think for long and within a week everything changed without being able to hold it.

Damar took off his suit which he then sipped on the iron balcony. For a moment he wanted to be like this, reminiscing about his time with Disa. It is not an easy thing to get used to quickly seeing Disa has become someone else's wife.

He pulled out his phone and looked back at the photos of Disa he had taken. As the people lined up to congratulate him, Damar chose to sit in his place, watching from a distance while enjoying a drink in his hand.

I don't know how many glasses he gulped and made his head start dizzy. For now he just wants to be like this. Refraining himself from being troublemakers and gathering his courage to just send a message and say, and,

“Happy always sa, with male choice lo.”

The line of messages that Damar finally sent along a farewell message to Disa. This was the end of the hope that he should have buried long ago. Since Disa became her younger sister or maybe since that feeling slowly began to grow.

If only it had ended quickly, maybe now it wouldn't be this crowded

Elsewhere, Kean still spends his time in one corner with Marcel and Clara. After the family dinner, they had a casual chat about today.

"Gift to dia, please love me." Clara offered a small box wrapped in gold-colored gift paper.

"What's the haram shirt?" marcel asked with a stifled smile.

"Sok knows! Not suitable to give such a gift to a girl like dia." Clara chimed in coldly.

"Why not? An innocent girl will be nice when she looks a little naughty."

Clara's eyes immediately barked at Marcel's speech. It was still possible for the man who put such a thing forward to talk casually about the other woman before him.

"Haha.. I was just kidding, baby. A little opened the door to my nephew's imagination." Marcel said quickly. He can't lure Clara to this kind of thing. The goal is to tease Kean.

Greeting, Clara understood quickly.

“Lo not drink?” clara asked when she found out Kean was just enjoying a soft drink in front of her.

Kean just sniffed his shoulders, not too interested in sipping alcoholic beverages.

Marcel looked at his nephew with a line of smiles. Either have to join in the fun or what to find his nephew has reached this stage.

“She has a big task tonight, where you might want to get drunk.” led Marcel with a sarcastic smile.

Kean gave a faint smile, then took another sip of the drink in his hand.

“Gue has been quite drunk with the feeling that I feel, now is my time to be very aware.” timpal Kean. In his hand he plays the phone, twirling it around aimlessly.

“When will you start to wake up?” changed Kean who asked with a bit of insinuation.

“Hahahha... Good question.” Marcel laughed heartily at Kean's question. Like there was a reason to ask Clara directly.

“You're ready to be his aunt?” asked Clara who was sitting gracefully with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Why not?!” saith.

He boldly kissed Marcel's lips for a moment with a feeling. Clara did not hesitate to show her feelings in front of anyone and Marcel reciprocated enthusiastically.

“You are a jerk!” Kean turned his face away from what he saw. Watching what Marcel and Clara did made her think of her.

Marcel chuckled at Kean's snort. Stopping for a moment the activity that he can still delay.

“It seems, I need to have the same courage to come to om brata. Can you accompany?” marcel asked Kean.

“Why not? Just tell me when it's time. Don't spend time with stupid things like now” Kean replied casually.

"Wow, you hear who's talking." said Marcel, who made Kean smile with pride. About courage, one step he excels Marcel.

Being at the wedding of Kean and Disa makes Marcel's desire stronger to realize his love for Clara.

“You're ready claire?” clara asked Marcel.

“Sure, I am always ready.” firmly Clara who again gives a warm kiss on Marcel's lips.

This request that he had been waiting for a long time from the man he loved.

“Sial! You guys just continue in one of the rooms here, not in front of me!” the snort of Kean that moved out of place.

It was sick of him seeing the reckless behavior of Clara and Marcel who considered here the same as in America.

There is no response from lovers who are busy making out. Well, he left rather than wasting his time in this place. Marcel and Clara will no longer be able to talk.

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At night, one by one the family went into each room. They had been quite tired all day in the middle of a lively party. So did Kean, his body already feels sore and wants to rest. Taking a short shower will probably be enough to refresh his body from the perspiration that sticks.

Just going into the room, from the outside came the sound of two women who were busy talking. Exactly, I don't know what they're talking about that is clear occasionally sound crisp laughter that is quite familiar Kean.

A little upset, because he should have rested but there was someone who first entered his bridal room without permission.

Attach the access card to the door handle and not long the door can be opened. As the shadow of Kean was seen from behind the door, the sound of laughter instantly came to a halt.

“Aa,” Disa looked surprised when she saw her husband enter with his cold face. Like not accepting someone who first enters and overtakes him.

“What are you doing here?” kean asked ketus, to the beautiful girl sitting on the sofa of the living room of her bridal room.

“Liat-liat photos of the same. Why why?” sahut Shafira relax. He showed his phone screen to Kean.

“What time is this?” take off the watch and loosen the tie that was suffocating him. For him, Shafira's presence was not at the right time.

“Jam 9, can't see the clock?” answer indifferently Shafira. With the corner of his eyes he pointed at the clock on the wall.

Kean only snorted, whether this child did not understand or pretended not to understand.

Disa who was glued to her place, could only help but laugh. Between funny and tense seeing this equally insensitive brother-in-law interaction.

“Teh, this photo we printed huh? Want me to put it in my room.” Again, Shafira pulled Disa's hand to sit next to her.

“Bby.” Sahut Disa timid. She looked at her husband who was looking at her coldly.

“I need to shower.” Kean said, taking off one by one the buttons of his shirt indifferently. He was sure that this little boy would come out soon after hearing his speech.

“Teteh already nyiapin water bath for brother."

"I'm temenin teteh until brother finished.” Shafira answered again.

Suddenly, this little sister became very annoying. Like testing Kean's patience or maybe not willing to let Disa alone with Kean.

“Tomorrow you school. Sleep there!” kean shooed Shafira out of her room.

“Sok knows! Tomorrow I'm free, again waiting for the value out.” He answered while scrolling his phone screen.

“It's also funny, want me to print the same small in place at the study table.” Again Shafira showed her phone to Disa.

Kean who felt ignored, put his watch roughly. Closing the drawer by his bedside loudly also threw his tie just like that. Towels that had been shaped into a pair of birds to decorate his wedding bed, he opened it forcibly and then he sipped it to his back to take it to the bathroom.

“Ish, so noisy anyway!” ketus Shafira and Disa can only look down in fear. Confused between serving Shafira or approaching Kean.

“You are a riot. Do you know whose room this is?”

Grabbing Shafira's phone roughly. Also a handbag placed on the table. Then put it in the bag that he resletting. At the pull of Shafira's hand violently and then buried the handbag in Shafira's hand.

The seizure of power began.

“Out!” throw it out, no more mince-talking.

“Iihhh abang ngeselin ya! I still want to chat with teteh.” protest Shafira did not accept.

“There is no alesan! People need rest.” Kean forced Shafira out of her room and opened the door wide.

“But I'm not sleepy! I also joined alone in the room.”

“Abang, akh!!!” upset himself when Kean manages to push him out of the room.

“Why? Still want to enter?” challenge kean who is staring coldly at Shafira.

Shafira just bowed, only this time she was afraid of her brother.

“A, don't be so rude. Kasian fira.” His voice was heard from inside the room, but Kean told him not to leave the room.

“Log in!” his word, can not be denied. He was tired and did not want to argue.

The hope when entering the room, Disa greeted him with a sweet smile instead of sitting down to discuss the photo. Is his wife not tired, almost all day standing?

“Abang stingy! Look at me tomorrow morning I'm bothering you. Anyway, brother can not say anything, the person he is getting! Wlee!!!” Shafira poked her tongue out at Kean.

“Heh, know what you are! There in room.” Declared again. No matter the Shafira's ledge. He just wants to rest and not be disturbed.

"Bruck!" The door closed violently even while Shafira was still at her doorstep. Sometimes he has to be decisive to show his authority.

“That possessive husband base!” grunts Shafira who stepped in annoyedly left Disa's room. His lips pursed with an unfinished annoyed grunt he threw out.

Behind the door, Kean let out a sigh of relief after Shafira finally left. In the lyrics Disa who stood staring at him timidly.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.” Kean said later. The first night that they should have passed with warmth and romance was in an unpleasant situation.

“I know, you can't refuse fira. But, continue to serve fira, there will be no end. You need to rest.” Kean walked closer to Disa. He realized that maybe his attitude was too harsh.

The one that Disa saw, a Kean had completely changed. Sorry is so easy to say. In the past, do not expect this man to apologize easily.

“Yes a, sorry I did too. I should've done it aa.” more Looking at her husband's tired face.

Husband, that call is becoming too sweet for Disa at this time.

Kean smiled faintly, it was nice to see Disa understand what was on his mind. The sense of happiness is increasingly felt when remembering that Disa has officially become his in the right way.

“Yes, you rest first. I took a bath.” On the rubbing of his shoulder with a soft. Very special treatment more than ever.

“Iya. Em, do you want me to prepare a warm drink?” pausing Kean's steps that will move into the bathroom.

“Hem. Thank you.”

Can reply with a smile.

Looking at Kean's shoulder which slowly drifted away then disappeared behind the door, making his heart thump even tighter. That shoulder was currently shouldering a heavier burden by taking on the responsibility of lovingly guarding it. Then of course she became the luckiest woman to be next to Kean, the man she loved.

The water washed Kean's athletic body. The right warm feeling falling on his shoulders makes his achy back all day standing upright feel very comfortable like in a massage. Kean cleaned every curve of his body perfectly without anyone being missed. This was the first night he would spend with the woman he had just married. Everything must be perfect, there must be no gap.

Finished cleaning his body, he smeared cologne with a masculine fragrance on his neck and face. The refreshing smell of menthol makes drowsiness and fatigue disappear.

Then he dried his hair with a towel and combed it neatly. Lastly, he wore clothes that Disa had prepared in the hanger. His wife had prepared everything in full, without needing to ask.

Out of the bathroom, Kean found Disa who was making tea in one corner of the room. He saw a prayer mat that had been held with a holster and peci on it. Kean smiled, this is his wife's subtle way of reminding her of her obligations.

“See, you are so perfect.” Inner Kean.

If noticed, one thing feels awkward. There is no Sham around him. Disa hasn't even wiped the nude-colored cuttings on her nails. It seems that Shafira was not mocking him, but telling the truth. Maybe true, if tonight they have to pass by sound asleep.

Hah, it seems like nothing will happen tonight.

Having his first service after marriage, Kean gave thousands of thanks for everything he got. Being a husband with greater responsibilities was not as scary as he had imagined before. There is a new thing that he discovered after a while officially becoming a husband, namely calmness.

“Lo just walk like running water and let everything happen naturally.” That sentence which Kean later remembered as Nasep's advice during his bachelor party.

Right, he just needed to let everything flow like water.

Rubbing his face finished wiping do’a, Kean found disa sitting behind him. Disa immediately grabbed her husband's hand which she then kissed gently. One warm kiss Kean presented on Disa's forehead.

“I love you sa, love you so much.” His mind with full of determination. A confession that was always difficult for him to express, this time so easily muttered in the cavity of his mind.

He looked at the smiling face of the woman before him.

“There are you thinking?” one small change implied on Disa's face, he could easily catch. Maybe it is like this when two hearts are linked.

“A, may I say something?” ask her doubtfully.

“Hem, say.” so wonder what exactly is on Disa's mind at the moment.

The girl sighed deeply and exhaled slowly.it was like something was making her fret.

“Hey, quickly say, don't make me think a no-no.” inner kean, waiting Disa forward her sentence.

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