Marry The Heir
Pitying

The new days are lived by Disa with great enthusiasm. Waking up in the morning she took care of herself to be better prepared to serve her husband. Shower, clean the room and dress up a little to look attractive in front of her husband.

Routine when in town house he applied in this house. Finished with himself, he began to take care of Kean. Preparing the bath water, Kean's clothes and of course the breakfast he made. Routine things that he always did because Kean was very accustomed to filling his stomach with breakfast menu that he made.

After making sure Kean left for work, then Disa switched to Sigit's room.

He followed Gina's schedule, starting from seeing how Gina cleans Sigit, giving him lotion on the body parts that are often depressed, changing his sleeping position, feeding to exercise. Different, Disa did it while talking.

Many random things he told a man who was just speechless with half-open eyes. Not responding does not mean he stops talking.

“Pah, aa said to open a factory outside the city. He is very enthusiastic and will probably often go home malem so he has not been able to meet papah.”

“But, disa certain daily papah and aa also seneng because papah condition is getting better.”

While bending Sigit's hand, Disa continued to tell stories.

“Fira this week announced graduation. Said he was afraid his grades weren't too good, because he wasn't sure of the test.”

“But we are sure, fira will pass with good grades. You see he is not much different from aa, very smart.”

Gina also smiled hearing Disa who told stories like a storyteller who often broadcast on the radio. The tape never runs out and there are always new stories that Disa told her father-in-law.

Several times Disa herself who gave Sigit a meal also drugs. This girl is getting better. Many things he did like a nurse who took care of Sigit with all his heart.

Pairing the stetoscope in her ear, she examined Sigit's lungs as Gina did.

“Nafas papah nice, no react.” It was exactly what Gina used to say.

Turning on his left chest, Disa listened to Sigit's normal rhythmic heart sounds.

“The heart of papah is also normal, well this is going to heal. Papah great.” Disa praised Sigit, to encourage him. Whether this got into Sigit's mind or not, he just wanted to have as much interaction as possible.

“Wait, papah's stomach is a bit flabby?” Can check Sigit's stomach is flat.

“Later lunch at lunchtime yes, papah should eat a lot.”

“Can go to the boutique first, later come back here again at lunch.” He then pulled off the stetoscope around his neck.

After finishing with Sigit's business, Disa went to the Boutique. Started his new job there. The things Kean bought were arranged and filled the room. There were two girls he had hired at his place. They are design students who go to college while working. If they are older than Disa because they are about to graduate, only one more year.

There are a lot of things to do in the store. Starting from making designs, patterning materials to sewing them into several clothes.

This is what has become the daily routine of Disa these few days.

The day will be closed by chatting casually on the balcony or bed with Kean.

Just like he does now. Bring Kean a glass of milk and water before her husband goes to bed. Kean looked exhausted but he still turned on the laptop that was placed on his lap.

“A work is still much?”

Disa sat her body beside Kean.

“Lumayan. There is a factory opening plan that previously got into trouble, I have to recreate the study.” Bright Kean who is engrossed with a laptop in front of him.

Disa understood. While working Kean can not be disturbed.

Disa straightened her body then approached at Kean's feet. “I pijitin ya a, aa must be tired all day go there to here.” Disa.

Kean's attention was shifted to the wife's hand which began to massage her legs.

“No need, you are also tired. Rest aja.”

“Gak pa-pa's. I do it relaxing, if tired of staying asleep." smiled faintly.

"O yes, the bed that aa buyin turned out to be very helpful. If my back pegel, can directly sleep there, hehehe..” So sorry to ever refuse Kean's request on this one.

Kean just smiled. He saw the clock on his laptop screen, it was almost 10 p.m.

Today he came home a little late, just before dinner. Then from 8 o'clock he was not stopping to look at his laptop screen to make a study. But when he saw Disa approaching, he felt unfair. The time he should have spent alone with Disa, instead he used to work. Although not protesting, he knew Disa did not like Kean bringing his work home.

Right now he might have to be more sensitive. He ended his work and closed his laptop, which he then placed beside the bed.

“Aa the work is done?”

“Hem, it's done now. Oh yes, how about the boutique?” change Kean who pays attention. The habit that provokes his wife is preparing to issue many sentences with enthusiasm.

“Em, today I got one customer. Not a new customer anyway, but aunt nita.” He smiled at the end of his sentence. It's nice to have one person start using his services.

“Tante nita to the boutique? For what?” it is worth asking Kean considering Nita has a cousin who both have boutiques. Why to meet Disa.

“She asked to make a dress for her brother's birthday. He said, aunty Adela could not make because the designer who cooperates with him again leave.”

“He also ngajakin me Cooperation with his boutique aunt adela. But I haven't agreed to it, afraid I can't focus on my own boutique.”

Kean seemed to think. There was always a fear when he heard Nita approaching back to Disa. Like Arini, Nita also tried hard to bring Disa closer to her son.

“Whose name aunt nita to the boutique?” this question seems important to him.

“Self, among doang drivers. He also said that kak reza has resigned from campus and will likely continue to study in England.”

The more afraid that Nita has told Reza about Disa. Although Disa has decided to marry him but he knows, his wife still cares for Reza because of his attitude that cares for everyone.

“Date when?” curious would.

Wouldn't it be better if Reza left sooner. Akh, for some reason Kean still always felt that Reza was his rival.

“I don't nanya. Maybe I can just go straight.” Close Disa.

He could read Kean's uncomfortable change of expression while discussing Reza in their conversation.

“O yes, today papah can drink more milk loh a. Sister Gina said, it's a good development because papah is not bloated.” Can change the subject.

Every night she talks about Sigit to Kean, hoping her husband starts caring about her father.

“Sa, I told you, you don't have to take care of what you don't have to deal with. Do not add your own burden. Also, there is a nurse who takes care of.”

Kean always dislikes it when Disa talks about her father. For him enough he gave the best care for the father, as a form of obligation and could not be more.

“A, I don't feel like this is a burden. I'm looking for papah.”

“Try tomorrow aa see, papah getting closer. Sometimes her hand moves on its own and sister gina says it's good.”

Kean did not respond, too reluctant to see Sigit let alone get close. His heart always ached when he remembered what Sigit had done to him.

Kean took his pillow and laid his body. He wanted to close his conversation about Sigit.

Can understand exactly what Kean is doing. As usual, he will not protest. Do it slowly, starting from telling the condition of Sigit every day so that her husband knows how the condition of the papah besides that so that Kean is accustomed to hearing the news of the papa.

Follow her lying next to Kean sideways. While her husband was still lying looking at the ceiling of the room with a mind that he could not decipher.

“Can we sleep tonight, I'm tired.” Said Kean without looking at Disa.

“Hem, sure. We need to rest. Good night a.” shrieked Disa with the thin smile she showed Kean.

He realized, there was a change that happened to Kean after they left a few days ago to the house of Nasep. I don't know what's on his mind. Or maybe Kean is just really tired.

Disa closed her eyes, and slowly sighed deeply to pick up the drowsiness. There was no need to wait for long as he was ready to enter the dreamland.

Kean started to turn his head and looked at Disa who closed her eyes beside him. “Sorry I sa,” Inner Kean with full regret.

The Maghrib, Disa has begun to pray, they pray together. Something new in their little family. But unfortunately, right now Kean is not doing anything. He could only look at Disa with an uncertain feeling.

“I love you but I hurt you sa.” instead His mind with a rumbling feeling.

In his face Disa face with adhesiveness. His fingers rubbed the delicate face of Disa, very soft. He tried to unravel her feelings but all he felt was regret, for a lot of things.

“Goodnight, my wife.” His murmur which he covered with a kiss on Disa's cheek. He smiled but his heart grimaced.

“Sorry, sorry..” his inner self while closing his eyes, carrying that guilt in his sleep.

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