Marry The Heir
Breakfast porridge

The night turned morning and Disa had to prepare to leave for her young master's house. Only a few hours he slept the chicken before finally completely not falling asleep. Cell phones and cell phones are what he always holds even when he is asleep.

As usual after showering and morning prayers, she began to tidy up her room, put on her uniform and braided her hair before she had a low bun with a hairpin. He also prepared some items that he had to take to his young master's house and put in a tote bag.

The trip erodes the distance this time deliberately made relaxed. His brain still wanted to daydream, thinking about what would happen later. What if his young master intercepted him and nagged him? He was fired for angering his employer.

Arrghhh this overthinking disease is always torturous, making it tormented with allegations that are not necessarily the case.

Immediately Disa shook her head expelling that thought. “All will be fine in.” he murmured, cheering himself on.

“Morning mba disa,.” greet Mr. Grace, partner change shift guard Pak Wahyu. 2 this is the one who takes care of the young host alternately.

“Morning pack,.” Disa got off her bike and guided the iron wheeled frame following Rahmat's footsteps.

“Please.” Grace opened the gate as usual.

“Still sir.” Disa breezed in and parked her bike in an ordinary place.

He took off his sneaker and replaced it with house slippers. As the back door opened and lined up, a sense of anxiety became more pronounced. He closed his eyes for a moment and said’a if everything will be fine.

In the dishwasher was a plate and a glass. Disa immediately checked under the hood of saji and it seemed like her young master was eating. He wanted to soar in excitement because finally his cooking was eaten by his young master.

Back his attention was shifted to the sink more precisely on the plate that his young master had used up. There were pieces of celery and onions on the edge of his plate, it seemed that his young master did not like those two things. Was able to immediately wash dishes and glasses with a feeling of pleasure. Imagining his cooking enjoyed by his young master. An accomplishment worth celebrating.

The floor back he broom and mop. The sofa and his pillow he rubbed with a duster, hit it slowly to get rid of the dust attached, slightly coughed and sneezed because the dust was enough to stimulate the nerves in his nose. He immediately silenced his mouth so as not to make a noise. Then continue the work to clean everything up without any dust left.

Surprise he got on the 2nd floor when the laundry basket was full. It turned out that his young master had started to put the laundry in the basket. Not scattered like the other day and again this is an achievement for Disa.

He immediately entered the walk in closet and prepared the clothes that his young master would wear. Combine matching suit stelan with shirt, tie and even belt and watch.

“Fiuh, everything is ready.” murmured Disa while looking at the clothes stellan he prepared and hanging it in the hanger. He had to go back down to prepare breakfast. What is cooking this time? We'll look in the menu book.

*****

Seeing the clothes are hanging neatly and ready to be worn makes Kean feel calm himself. This time the maid prepared a dark ash colored stelan with a metallic blue shirt. The right color selection and very fashionable.

There was a curiosity in Kean's mind, how about his servant to prepare all his needs. Clothes that are always neat and fragrant and harmonious, shiny shoes and of course the house is always neat. Don't forget, the cooking is pretty good.

Kean immediately finished his preparations then rushed off to his reading room. He turned on his computer and saw the tapes stored from his home's CCTV.

There are no pictures stored, it looks like the CCTV of his house is still damaged. He immediately contacted Rahmat who was guarding the front post through his home telephone connection.

“Every young master! Can I help you?” the voice of grace sounded aloud.

“Hem! Have you told anyone to actually CCTV home?” ask Kean without further ado.

“Em, not yet sir. Is there any item missing?” Grace asked back.

“No. Immediately contact kinar to get people to fix the home CCTV.” as soon as Kean's word later.

Grace just said Ready, before hanging up.

It seemed that it was not yet time for him to see what exactly the figure of the servant who tidied up his house without a sound. Maybe what he was holding was not a broom and mop, but a magic wand.

“Siska, make me pasta for dinner and fried rice for breakfast tomorrow.” type a message and send it on the number he named Servant.

“Good morning young master. How was your break last night? Sorry this is my number in.” so the reply he received.

"Well, I'll cook." The second message was sent 1 minute from the first message.

Kean smiled faintly, and he found out that the maid's name was Disa. He was originally saying names. It's too bad to ask what the woman's name is.

“How old are you?” reply then, directly to the next curiosity without answering the question.

“50 years sir.” Reply Reserved.

In his place Disa still holds the iron that he is using. His eyes opened wide as he looked at the message he sent himself to his young master.

“Jeez, why did I take 50? It should be 20..” grunts while rubbing his eyes that feel tight because of drowsiness.

The effects of the torture of overthinking and waiting for the reply message of his young master made Disa almost fall asleep while working. Or maybe the thumb is too wide to press the keypad wrong.

“What I clarified ya?” his murmuring was weighing and deciding. “Ah is it, after all what's wrong with age 50? The important thing is that it can still work well.” he added who re-inserted his phone into his skirt pocket. He continued ironing the clothes of the owner of this large house.

“Can!” a voice surprised Disa who focused on her work.

It was Tina who stood at the mouth of the door while showing a black crackle in her hand.

“Why brother?” Change the heat of the iron and put it where he used to store it.

“Bu kinar buyin we chicken porridge. Let's eat!” bring him with enthusiasm.

It was a miracle when Kinar remembered buying chicken porridge for his subordinates.

“But, I'm matiin first ironed.” Unplug the cable and tidy up clothes that are not entirely neat.

Tina waited faithfully. He took a few bowls for him and his friends.

“Buy porridge where?” Disa helps Tina lower the bowl from inside the kitchen set and put it on the kitchen table.

“Tadi pass shopping groceries. O yes, bu kinar also tell me to nemenin you monthly shopping to fill the stock needs at the home of young master.” arrange the porridge in the bowl.

“When?”

“Tomorrow after the new driver dateng.” moved to bring the bowl of porridge to the backyard and Disa followed him.

“Okey, depart from here right?”

“Yes, you ready for the record.”

“Ready!”

“Nina, wita, rani, susi, low, wulan, hayuk eat porridge..” Tina called out one by one the name of her friend.

The one inside the compact room opened the door.

“Kalo gag likes gag to follow!” the voice of the Kinar who answered Wita's words.

Immediately Wita opened the door of her room wider, straightened her body and bowed. “Sorry ma'am,.” its flow which is only responded to sharp glances by Kinar.

“Call your other friends who are still working, make breakfast first.” he said later.

“Good bu.”

Wita comes out of her room, looking for her friends. It's stupidity because actually he can call him in the chat group they make.

Kinar just shook his head to see the behavior of one of his upbringing servants. His lips are redder than other servants as if to be a characteristic of Wita.

They soon got together and enjoyed a breakfast of chicken porridge in the back garden. A very rare opportunity because they can while talking about the gossip of the most hits artist today. They can also get to know each other.

*****

“Pak Reza!!” a voice called out to Reza as she almost sat in her work chair.

“Iya ma'am, how?” paused his intention to sit down as the woman named Diamond approached him.

“Em gini,..” The diamond uncovers the hair covering her right cheek and then tucks it between her ears.

Some people may look sexy. But for Reza, it's too much. The bold makeup she wore every day was too frightening for her.

“This month, the lecturers plan to gather. We usually take turns entertaining. If this month's turn in place of Reza sir how? Coincidentally, we have never been to the art gallery reza.” said Berlian with its effective style.

“Em. When will bu?”

“Well really?!” Diamonds seem very enthusiastic.

“Ya no problem.”

“Okey, I asked the others first. When can they take time.”

“Bby. Let me know when the time is okay.” timpal Reza relax.

"okay!" The diamond soon passed and sought out his gathered friends to discuss their gathering plans.

Reza just smiled at the behavior of women who were several years older than him. Very energetic according to him. He sat back down and started turning on his laptop looking at his learning syllabus.

From his place, there was a troubled woman carrying things in her hands. The first time he saw this figure.

A woman with neatly tied hair and her polite clothes. Not to forget he wears high heels that make his legs look longer.

“Aww!” grunt when a prop on his hand nearly fell.

Reza immediately stood up and approached the woman to help her.

“Thank you.” said. Look at Reza in front of him. Just this time he saw this man's face in the lecturer's room.

“I reza, art faculty lecturer.” seems like Reza understands the meaning of the expression shown by the woman.

“Oh thank you mr. reza. I am ellen lecturer of cultural sciences.” welcome the brunette woman.

“Oh yes ma'am, let me help. Where's mom's desk?” Take some of Ellen's belongings and follow in her footsteps.

“After here sir. Thank you yes..” Ellen put her things on the table that blocked the billing cabinet from Reza's desk.

“Iya, equally. Mother of an archaeologist?” Reza looked at the things Ellen was carrying.

“Yes, a few months ago. Before deciding to total teaching.” I got with a line of smiles. Reza nodded at Ellen's words.

“Okey, if so please excuse me.”

“Ya sir. Once again thank you.”

Reza just nodded and went back to his desk. He didn't think there was an archaeologist as young as Ellen. Maybe just a few years from him.

“Prof, would you like to join this mingu get-together?” hail the Diamond with a friendly smile that he aimed at Ellen.

“When bu bebe?” they seem pretty familiar.

“Plan tomorrow, in the gallery pack reza.” Reza who heard, began to focus on listening. He doesn't even know that his show is tomorrow. Women are indeed the source of surprise, so inner Reza.

“Emm, sory... I have a show tomorrow. Maybe next time.”

“Wah, what a pity, whereas we want to barbeque-an before the semester break.”

Reza back surprised, barbeque? Not at all in his mind. Women are always full of surprises

“Maybe I will join in the next meeting. May his time be free.” Ellen refused subtly.

“Okey,.” Diamond passed and returned to his desk preparing to discuss this event in a virtual group.

Reza peeked a little at Ellen from her place. The peach-shirt woman was arranging some of her lecture props. He was still very curious to see the figure of Ellen who turned out to be an archaeologist with the title of professor.

A cell phone call resuscitated Reza from her daydream. He immediately grabbed his phone and hid behind the billing cabinet as Ellen turned to him. Kean's name appears on his phone screen.

“Ya bro!” reza answered, sitting in his place. “By, I'm done. Meet where?” Looks like Kean made an appointment. “Hem, meet there.” he said before ending his call.

Reza immediately tidied up his belongings because he planned to go home. His task was done and there was nothing else he was working on now so it seemed like meeting his best friend would be quite fun.

Laptops and a few books have gone into Reza's backpack. Before leaving he turned to Ellen's desk. The guy wasn't there, probably already went to class to teach. He finally gave up his intention to stop.

Only Berlian and several other lecturers that he appreciated.

*****