Marry The Heir
Yogyakarta

Yogyakarta, a sweet surprise for Disa.

Travelling about an hour and a half from downtown Yogyakarta, Disa was taken away to a beautiful countryside on the outskirts of Yogyakarta. This is one of the properties owned by the Arini family that was well maintained.

A farm with a large house made mostly of wood. The building is very spacious and only one floor so that the residents of the house can freely move around.

As long as Kean finished his work, Disa was asked to wait in this place. He said his job will be long enough because Kean will meet with the management of the company he will buy.

There was Mina who faithfully accompanied Disa in the house. He was busy tidying up some things and preparing food while Disa chose to go around the house.

One room in Disa is currently in the back of the house. Along the hallway to this room, there were many photos attached to the wall. It's like a memory lane where many photos of the Arini family are on display.

Some photos of Arini as a young boy with his parents decorate the walls with wooden frames. Photo prints are old and a little worn but seem to remain well maintained.

What caught Disa's attention was a photo of Arini holding a baby with Sigit beside her. Arini smiled happily, full of charm and grace while Sigit remained her expressionless face. This facial wrinkle that was later often seen from the face of her husband.

In the wipe of the glass surface that coats the photo, not dusty it seems Mina mbok diligently clean it.

Interesting, when looking at a photo of little Kean with round cheeks and slightly squinty eyes. Her nose that is sharp since the baby is also her lips are reddish. Very funny, until it feels like Disa wants to bite her cheek.

“You later we have children, will it be this funny huh a?” He only dared to ask in his heart.

It's enough in his heart, he doesn't have to say it.

Sometimes he grimaced himself when imagining things like this but again he realized that he was willing to accept Kean with all his shortcomings and advantages. The difficult thing he might face later is the question "When do you have children?" from family and relatives.

Questions that are easy to ask but for some people are hard to accept.

Eventually Disa just tried to bounce herself. "Strong with Disa, you just have to answer with a smile. Let's just say it's a do'a."

Disa has carved that sentence in her heart even though it can not be denied, in fact it will be difficult.

Putting the photo back in its place, she gave the sweetest smile to Kean's memories that her husband never remembered.

Entering the room, he was greeted with a wooden bed with a cotton mattress similar to his home in Bandung. A thin mosquito net covers the king-size bed. The atmosphere is not foreign, the feel of the regional is very thick.

He came to a wooden window in front of him. Upon opening it, the fresh afternoon air rubbed his cheeks gently. Unbound hair strands are made free to fly in the rhythm of wind direction.

For a while he stood there, looking at the shimmering lake water ripples when exposed to the afternoon sun. Towards dusk, it is always a beautiful closing portrait of the day wrapping up a tired day.

The ripples made Disa want to go there, touching the surface of the cold water, exactly the picture she had seen in a painting that she had seen at a painting exhibition some time ago.

An exhibition makes him realize that Reza always leaves him while Kean always tries to protect him. She only realized it now when the man was officially her husband.

So smile to yourself if you remember what happened between him and Kean first. It's beautiful to remember but it doesn't need to be repeated. Guessing Kean's feelings was tiring to make him feel like he was in a tug of war.

Wait, doesn't he feel the same way now? Kean like still hasn't set his heart on Disa.

“Tok to tok”

The sound of knocking on the door awakened Disa from her daydream.

“Excuse me young lady,” in the voice of mbok Mina, a close call for the twilight woman.

“Iya mbok, what is it?”

“Anu, young lady has not eaten. Would you like to prepare a meal now?” haggle for the woman.

Yes, Disa only realized that she had not even had lunch. He was too engrossed in enjoying the view in this house to forget his hunger.

“Later to mbok. I want to start by.” Sahut Disa's.

“Good. I made it first.”

“Eh, wait a minute mbok.” Detaining Mbok Mina who almost passed.

“Iya, how is non?”

“Em, can I not ngetehnya there?” pointing to a wooden building located on the edge of the lake. In Sundanese he used to call it Saung.

“Bby. I'll take her there. But do not wear a jacket, because the air starts to cool.”

“Good mbok, thank you.”

He walked first to the building. He brought a sketchbook with a pencil. True Arini said that this place is suitable for healing stress also for painting. The comfortable atmosphere gives Disa a lot of inspiration.

A glass of tea with a new cake that was first seen. Mbok Mina said it was a waru, yangko and manten who became friends with Disa spent time painting. A few pieces he enjoyed before scraping his pencil on sketch paper.

The space of his imagination began to open. He painted a picture depicting his feelings when he saw this place. A woman who stands closed her eyes, spread her hands, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. It was as if Disa was feeling along as the air alternately filled her chest cavity as she breathed in the fresh air on the edge of the lake. The atmosphere that Disa really liked and made her mind calm.

There was no meaningful sound, only ripples of water moving as the fish swam past it. Occasionally there is a sound of a branch that is broken when stepped on by animals like a lizard or the sound of nyayian from the chirping of birds who are making nests.

Various lake plants grow floating on the surface of the water. Some flowering and some growing wild cover the surface of the lake. The cold water seemed to be felt up to the skin of Disa when the wind carried the steam and rose into the air.

Everything was very natural, making the imagination of Disa roll in the cavity of her head.

Two pictures he has made along with a design of forest fairy clothes. Yes, as he called it. Clothes dangle with a thin cloth that makes a thin body and high look beautiful. The decoration of the lotus flower in the strangle and in the form of a crown on the top of his head.

Some leaves of Disa imagine as a cover of the chest and back with elongated and thin leafy plants as a skirt cover half part of the abdomen shows the navel and covers up to the middle of the thigh.

His imagination was so strong that he could produce some work.

Finished making the picture, Disa sipped back her tea which started to cool. The air around makes it cold. One, two gulps he spent then leaned his body on the saung pole. In his face the ripples that seemed to greet him made Disa smile thinly.

For a while Disa closed her eyes while raising her head, sighed deeply and then exhaled slowly. Hmmm..It is very comfortable and quiet. I don't think he wants to move.

A gentle swipe suddenly landed on the tip of Disa's head. The fragrance of the perfume of the man he knew was enough to tempt his sense of smell to make him then open his eyes.

“Aa..” as he turned his head.

Sure enough, there was Kean standing behind him. He smiled when he saw the shocked face mixed with the pleasure of Disa.

“Aa have you come home?” he noticed Kean approaching him and then sat down next to him.

Last afternoon Kean said that he might go home last night because he had to meet his business partner, but it turned out before the magrib he had reached home. What a pleasant surprise for Disa.

There was a smile that he showed to Disa. His face that was cold this morning, was now brighter.

Disa grabbed Kean's hand and gently kissed him as a welcome to her husband who had just returned to work. Kean's feelings warmed up. What a sweet attitude his wife is currently.

“Aa must be cape, can I make tea?” tawar Disa's. This joy that Kean missed when he was working was to decide to go home quickly.

“No need, I ate and drank tea during the meeting. My stomach is still very full.”

“Say mbok mina you didn't have lunch?” Kean cited Mbok Mina's report a while ago.

“Heheheh yes.. After that I was full of food and cake made mbo mina.”

“Lagian not taste too if you eat alone. We'll have dinner later with.” Terang Disa's.

His stomach was filled with food but there was no impression when he enjoyed food alone.

“You ate out gak?” haggle Kean suddenly.

Though usually Kean prefers home cooking especially that made by Disa.

“Em, mbok mina already cooked a. I saw him before asking people to take coconut to make santen. I think I want to cook something special.”

“We eat at home?”

“Hem.” Kean sahut short.

He rested his body on two hands that supported him from behind. He slowly let out a long sigh while recalling some memories in this place.

When I was a kid, this place was also a favorite of Kean. His grandfather always accompanied him to play. Still he remembered, in one of the branches of the previous tree there was a wooden swing made for him. Usually he will play swings there with other village children. But now it's not, it's probably broken like a little memory damage he's got.

“What pictures do you make?” Kean turned to the sketchbook that was still on Disa's lap. Interesting according.

“Em is nothing. Just the same view of the dress design.” Putting his book down and straightening up his body sat next to Kean.

“Why not paint us? Are you still afraid of drawing humans?”

Kean turned to Disa who was beside him. The distance between their shoulders is very close, maybe a few inches.

“Hehe.. Yes...” Disa smiled crazily while looking at the ripples of lake water.

“When the design competition, I made aa face as a picture on the shirt I made. But not long after that, I was forced to get out of the house and leave aa.”

“At that time I thought that maybe because I was drawing a silhouette face so I went ninggalin aa.”

“Now I don't dare any more pictures of humans.” I'm actually being feared.

Kean smiled understandingly with Disa's fear. Just like her who once had fear, even the strong Disa had it.

“Maybe because you drew it just one.” Kean sahut short.

“Means?” Disa scrunched her forehead while looking at Kean questioningly.

Kean smiled anxiously at Disa's curious expression.

“Yes, on that shirt you just drew me. But try if you draw us both, maybe even if we have to go, we will go everywhere both.”

Kean smiled at the end of his sentence. He tried to convince Disa with a sentence that suddenly appeared in her mind.

"What yes?” he muttered, thinking of Kean's words.

“Try..” points to the sketchbook with the tip of his eye.

“Okey, I tried. Bismillah.”

“Wah use bismillah all.. You must be very scared if I go.” Kean cengengesan seduces Disa.

“Enak! Do not geer, all work must be started with bismillah so that the results are good.” Honestly, he was a bit scared.

“Oh yes?”

“Hem!”

“Then I want to see you what picture?” Kean is getting closer

“Gok can. Later aa see if it's already so aja.” He was able to pull his body and hide the pages of his sketchbook behind his body.

“Sa, I want to see.” Kean sulks spoiled.

“Do not take a, later. Love not to be later picture.”

“Sa,” Kean shows his puppy eyes to plead with Disa. His hands were trying to reach the sketchbook that Dissipated was hiding behind his body.

Unknowingly, their distance was very close. Kean's burly hand managed to grab Disa's hand but did not then snatch the book. He was more focused on the pair of eyes that were staring at him feelingly. His plain face looked reddish as Kean drew closer.

“Ngak!” disa had to close her eyes so as not to see Kean's unsettling face. Akh, his heart is not safe.

"Marrel!" ledek Kean's.

At the pull of Disa's legs then lay her body with Disa's thigh as a cushion.

“Picture near me, don't go far.” Kean muttered as he closed his eyes and crossed his hands in front of his chest.

“Hem,” said Disa with a line of smiles on her lips.

She silently watched her husband's face on his lap. Proportion of a fitting face that gives a handsome impression with a line of smiles from his lips that are slightly reddish because Kean is not a smoker.

While in the face, fun to look at the sky that began to turn orange. He enjoyed every sweet memory that slowly flashed through his mind. If only he could remember it all without disappointment.

Disa who was engrossed in looking at her husband just blushed. Diverting his misdeeds he began to scratch pencils in sketchbooks. Occasionally he rubbed his chest that was scattered not because. Haish! Why is her husband so handsome. Heart, hey heart, are you okay?

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