Marry The Heir
A story

The first dinner in the city of Yogyakarta was enjoyed by Kean and Disa. Various menus presented typical of this student city managed to recharge the energy of Disa after lunch was missed.

Stomach full of sleepiness also came. That was what Kean and Disa felt at this moment. In addition, a calm and cool atmosphere makes both more comfortable in the room.

Quiet in the room, Kean who just finished bathing and Disa who is still free, separating dirty and clean clothes and preparing clothes that will be worn by her husband tomorrow.

Kean watched as Disa prepared a formal dress stel that was being ironed.

"No need to iron sa, I don't wear clothes anymore." Kean approached Disa and then attached a small towel that he used to dry his hair on the back of the chair.

"Well, don't you see any more clients tomorrow?" looking at Kean questioningly.

"No, the problem is over." Kean casually put his body on the bed. Check his cell phone for a while and then put it on a small bedside table.

"Deed to finish a problem?" Still can't believe Kean's problem is completely solved. Remembering that afternoon her husband seemed to be thinking seriously about the company problem he was facing.

"Hem. I've given them a brief exposure of the company's development plan and they take it for granted. Though Roy had previously explained the same to them and they refused to sell the company."

"But it all felt so easy."

That's what's on Kean's mind right now. Too strange because the management of the company that initially insisted would cancel the sale of one of the subsidiaries on the Hardjoyo side but when they came, they were ordinary and even tend to be friendly.

"It seems that there is no fun about the company so they hesitate." That was the only possibility Kean had in mind at this moment.

"That's great aa, just by seeing aa come, they were instantly convinced." Disa pointed her two thumbs at Kean.

Kean only smiled faintly, his wife could have praised him.

"Come here, don't keep cleaning up." Kean patted the place beside him. This day he realized too much thinking about work to ignore Disa a little. After all, there was a lot he wanted to talk about with his wife.

"Wait, I went in the closet. So as not to fall apart." he said.

He put Kean's shirt on and tidied it up. One drawer he opened for a place to store ties and belts belonging to Kean. Suddenly his eyes were straight.

Like getting a treasure when he accidentally opened a closet drawer and found a photo album. The picture is getting worn out with yellowish patches that damage the beauty of the photo.

“A, I found this!” exclaimed Disa, showing the photo album in his hand.

"What?" slightly squinted his eyes to see the photo shown by Disa.

Disa immediately approached, opening a photo album in the middle of them.

“There are photos aa small time.” Disa shows a photo of Kean dressed as a pilot with a hat that is still oversized. So adorable.

“That's an old photo, that time I was about 7 years old.” Kean remembers exactly how the photo was taken.

Grandpa took it with a polaroid camera. It should only be black and white, almost gray because it is inedible with age.

“Aa have a helicopter?” that stupid question that Disa asked enthusiastically.

Sometimes she forgets that her husband is one of the sultans who can buy everything. Anything he could have.

“Hem, grandpa's departure. It was a gift from grandfather when I first became a class champion at school.” Remember Kean.

Still remembered when the grandfather gave him the helicopter key as a gift and put the big hat on his head.

“Cool rewards. What made you want to be a pilot?”

“Sok knows, who says I want to be a pilot?” fierce Kean who looked at his picture.

That smile had been left behind for a long time. Now, he could no longer smile like that, too many excuses masking his happiness.

“Hehee.. Just nebak anyway. You see all the toys aa action figure and a lot of miniature collection of aircraft. Must want to be a pilot.” Light of Disa with certainty.

In Kean's wardrobe in the town house, also in the room in the main house, there is always a special closet that stores and displays her husband's favorite action figures and airplane toys.

Kean just smiled. He took a pillow and held it while leaning.

“I myself, never know what I really want.” the sentence sounds heavy, making Disa turn her eyes on the man who now has a sad face.

“All about me has been arranged the same papah since I was a child. Including toys I can play with or with whom I can play.”

He remembered often he sat alone in the window while looking at his peers who were engrossed in playing outside while he could only stay at home with toys bought by Sigit or study with his private teacher. Whether he should feel lucky or not, he was obviously lonely.

“Only grandfather sometimes invites me to play and makes me feel a little like being a free and carefree child."

“Knowing it feels like running outside the house without fear of falling, riding without fear of injury, riding heli hoping to reach the clouds and other fun things that I always want to try.”

“Unfortunately, my time with grandfather was very short. He left in a way I never expected. And back then, I could only cry for losing the only person who understood me the most at that time, sa.”

She was listening to her husband's story. It sounds both fun and sad at the same time. His heart slipped as he imagined what it would be like to lose his back when he needed it most. Like when he lost his father at a very young age.

“My life is getting quieter and I never feel freedom again. I don't even have a chance to say what I like or dislike. Until I finally feel bad, every moment is like that. Full of doubt and fear if what I do will be back in the barrier and in damaged by papah.”

Kean bowed lethargic, he cupped his face with both hands then rubbed it rough. It is clear that he is sorry because he lost many simple things that make him happy.

“Sorry for making aa remember again with something unpleasant.” Disa shifted her body closer to Kean then rubbed her husband's back gently.

Unpleasant things in the past, it has always been a nightmare for anyone who experiences it. No exception Kean who from the outside looks fine even though in him a lot of wounds and disappointed.

Imagine what it would be like to live as a puppet. He has no rights over himself until Kean barely knows who he really is.

“I've not thought too much about it, you don't need to feel guilty.” Said Kean who began to look back at Disa. He is very used to this situation. Yes, used to accept pain and disappointment until he felt nothing more.

Trying to drive away the horrors of the past by looking to the future in front of him. Only on Disa little by little Kean began to dare to say what he felt. Cana always managed to make him comfortable to tell anything.

Disa smiled faintly looking at Kean who was trying to look fine.

“A, aa know not if aa is great.” Cetus Disa suddenly. This guy needs to be strengthened.

Kean looked at Disa questioningly. "Oh yeah?"

"Hem! Aa is even great." he praised sincerely.

“I want to tell you something.” Disa grabbed Kean's hand which she then held.

"I'm listening." Focus on a pair of clear eyes and thin lips that always curl a smile.

“Near my house first, there was a child whose parents were exposed to a legal case. His father is in prison for allegedly molesting a man. Though he said he only defended himself so that the money from his hard work was not seized by thugs.”

“One day, because too often his money was seized, he finally fought back. He stabbed the man with a screwdriver that he used to fix his son's toys.”

“The thug died and the father was forced to be in prison for quite a long time.”

“Yang Kasian is his son. Every time people call him the son of a murderer. He was far away, despised until he felt that he was alone in this world. More than that, the killer's label clings firmly to his memory and slowly makes the boy really the real bad guy.”

“ia started acting. Dare to steal and make a riot.”

“In the end, no one knew him as a good person. He was born from the father of a murderer and he became a criminal because of the circumstances that made him like that.”

“Year changed, it started to wake up and change. It is true that time and circumstances can mature a person. He's tired of being stamped as the bad guy and the scion of the bad guy."

"He no longer wants to be treated unfairly.”

“The thing that makes him change is when he thinks that, people can treat him like anything. They could call him a villain or an angel though and he could not ban him. But, he has the right not to be as the person mentioned.”

“People can judge him, consider him what he is like but he alone can determine what he will be like. Want to be the bad guy will be the villain and want to be the good guy then it will be good.”

“Then he decided to be a good person. He no longer cared what people said to him. Because for him, he alone has the right to determine what his attitude is like.”

“Aa is like that. One may label aa as what and how but, aa it is who actually has the right to be what kind of oddity."

"Then don't be influenced by other people's labels. Aa great, aa can get through a lot of difficult things that not necessarily everyone can. Be the aa I know, aa good, strong and able to stand on her own feet.” Tandas Disa with great enthusiasm.

Kean was stunned to hear a stream of Disa sentences that felt like cooling water in the middle of his barren heart. Talking to someone always makes him feel better.

Without saying a word, Kean grabbed onto Disa's body which he then hugged tightly. In the kiss of Disa's head bud with full of feeling. There were tears gathered at the corner of his eyes that were a moment away from breaking.

“Can I sleep all night hugging you like this?” whispered Kean in a choked voice.

Disa nodded slowly. After a few days Kean moved away, this time Kean approached again. It felt so happy to find the man he loved starting to link his heart to Disa again.

“Sure, I'll hug aa all night. So don't feel alone anymore, hem?” sahut Disa's.

Patting Kean's back gently, trying to give this man some vigor.

Kean just nodded. He rubbed his head back and kissed it several times. There was a lot of gratitude he felt but the biggest thing was because he had Disa.

“Thank you.” She let out a sigh of relief at the end of her sentence. To him there was no one who could understand him as well as Disa.

"Take a."

He began to lay his body aside, faced with a blanket that covered the bodies of the two. Kean looked at Disa fixed and Disa blushed to get a warm look from her husband. On his swab several times His forehead slowly,

"Sleep." once Kean kissed Disa's forehead while closing his eyes.

"Beautiful dream." she continued after removing her kiss.

"So, good night." said Disa, who was taken by Kean. Her smile broadened with a calmer feeling.

On his swab his forehead Disa several times made the girl feel comfortable and slowly closed her eyes. While Kean was still looking at that reddish-faced face. There were a lot of things churning in his chest that he tried to decipher even though it was difficult. At this time Kean is aware, intimate things in a husband and wife relationship are not only about body relations but when they make time for each other and try to understand their partner.

"Sa," call Kean in doubt. He brought his face closer to Disa making their distance very close.

"Yes a," Disa's voice sounded hoarse making Kean's male side rise up as the voice felt teasing to him.

Both of them looked at him, Kean clenched his hands trying to hold his wish for a while.

"No pa-pa. Go to sleep, because tomorrow I want you to do something fun but a little tiring" Kean said ambiguously. Like that twinkled his eyes as he held back the burst of passion.

"Dub dub dub!!!" it felt like Disa could hear her own heart beating hard and fast. His mind began to fall apart. Kean was like he was fishing for curiosity.

"Yes a." That's just Disa's short answer.

Kean smiled to himself looking at Disa's blushing face. At the pull of his body Disa to enter into his warm embrace. Disa could hear Kean's heartbeat which was also fast and loud. But next nothing happens. Kean actually hugged her like he was reluctant to let go. All night maybe their distance will be this close.

My God, the resilience of the heart is really tested so as not to be dislodged from its place. Soon it was noon, so that he could sigh a little more relieved. But wait, why is it getting so comfortable?

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