Marry The Heir
Can you be selfish again?

A surprise when Kean suddenly came to the boutique in the afternoon like this. He was still hesitant to go down, just watching from a distance, Disa who was driving his guests home. Disa looks familiar with the woman and when Kean notices it turns out it is Adela, Nita's sister. They should be pretty familiar.

The hand-holding became the end of Disa's meeting with Adela. Adela's car left Disa who was still smiling towards the passing of Adela.

Semanis was the woman Kean married and as evil as she now treats her. Kean bowed languidly in his place, there were many regrets that he could not explain, especially after knowing the reality that made them forced together.

“Master, forgive me. I only follow what the great madam ordered. I beg you, forgive me.” that sentence still continues to ring in Kean's ear. Roy's words when he admitted that he did everything on Arini's orders.

So far Arini stepped in without considering the chasm her son might face.

And Disa?

Disa who recognized her husband's car walked over. She leaned over a little and knocked on her husband's car.

Kean who was daydreaming, immediately realized. He pulled down his windshield and tried to smile at his wife.

“Aa, why not go down?” tanyanya.

Seeing the clear Netra looking at him warmly, made Kean feel even more guilty. He immediately turned his face away, pretending to be busy removing the seatbelt encircling his body.

“I'll be down.” His voice sounds low. Like the rest of his power is up.

Can wait patiently, as her husband opened the door to come down and stand before her.

“I miss aa.” He immediately hugged Kean, without fear of people seeing them.

Though usually Disa is very shy just to hold her hand in a public place.

Kean did not chim in, he rubbed the head of Disa and then kissed her. Can take a strong sip of the fragrance of her husband's body that she really likes. Whether since exactly when Kean often wears perfume, he does not remember correctly. It's just that, this fragrance is like a magnet that makes it linger near Kean.

“I also.” That's Kean's only word. Tumben was not a tombal, it seemed like he had returned to being the previous Kean.

Disa let go of her embrace, slightly looked up when she wanted to look at her husband's face with a line of smiles.

“Suami is very handsome.” He smiled mischievously.

Kean rubbed Disa's face with his big palm, sighing in an attempt to neutralize her unreasonable feelings.

“Ih aa, my face is closing all.” Disa chuckled amusedly, grabbing Kean's hand from her face.

Putting his smaller hand over Kean's palm, then linked their fingers and gripped them firmly.

“We're in yuk! Aa's gonna pick me up, right? I take the bag first.” he said while pulling Kean's hand.

Kean follows wherever Disa steps. Disa who walked in front of him, occasionally turned around and smiled anxiously at her husband. And Kean could only be fixated, his lips were even too difficult to draw a smile line an inch.

At her desk, Mila was still busy with some files piled up. This day, there were so many things taken care of, that he rarely moved from his seat. It is not imagined that Disa is still alone taking care of everything, maybe she will be skinny in this place.

“Tuk tuk tuk.” Disa knocked on Mila's desk slowly. Because he was too focused, he was not aware of the arrival of Disa and Kean.

“Udah at 5, we go home yuk!” bring Disa.

“Eh, sir. Sorry I was not aware that there is a mister.” His words are flutter.

Kean doesn't chim in, even with a row of smiles doesn't. For him, all his trust has been lost, both on Arini, Roy or Roy's choice.

“Take your bag, we go home.” Kean told Disa.

“Iya. Aa wait wait ya.” Patting her husband's arm slowly. Kean's attitude was already commonplace like this to others. Both Disa and Mila, it seems like they have to get used to it.

“Kak, let's go home. Tomorrow again it works.” It reminded Mila.

“Iya deck.” Scared he looked towards Kean who was sitting on the guest sofa while playing his phone.

The man seemed not to see the existence of the lush-bodied Mila before him. Is that how his young master is?

The journey home was filled with the sound of Disa who was engrossed in telling me about her activities today. Not without reason he is engrossed in telling his own story, because when it is stuck and there is no sound it is not fun. Time so slow to walk and upset it feels like waiting in line on the street in a time that can not be determined.

“I'm the same Claire already agreed, if for some events, I will attend but for a small event, I only need to prepare the needs, the rest of his assistants will take care of.”

“Thus this afternoon also om marcel said, maybe mid-month he has an advertising contract and he became his brand ambassador. Well for the inauguration, he wants me to make his shirt. Duh honestly, I have never made clothes for men other than make aa sama damong.”

The sentence slid free from the mouth of Disa who was engrossed in storytelling. While Kean was still glued to his place, with many thoughts in his head. Either he catches or does not fill the conversation Disa.

Can sigh deeply, trying to understand that her husband is thinking a lot. Yes, trying to understand is the only thing you can always do.

“A,” Can reach one hand Kean who is not holding the steering wheel. He put his hand together with Kean's.

“I love aa..” he said softly. It's an affirmation that he still gives Kean a chance to shift his focus.

Finally Kean turned his head, peeking at Disa's hands feelingly.

“We go home to town house yes..” take him suddenly.

“Oh yes? Wh why? I promised to make a cake tonight with mamah.” Disa remembers her promise to Arini this afternoon.

“You just buy, delivery to home. Or ask for a sparkle to make. Don't trouble yourself.” Kean's sentence contained a lot of annoyance.

“A, aa why? Again with mama mama?” Disa looked at her husband's troubled face.

Kean tried to smile, though not to take away his uncomfortable feelings.

“I again want to sleep in the town house." Kean's sentence like not giving a gap to be denied.

"And you, just for tonight, try not to think of me, mamah or papah. Tonight is aja.”

“Don't also make plans for tomorrow, enjoy tonight to think about yourself.” Kean's sentence was full of implied messages, for Disa it was not difficult to understand it.

“A, whatever the case, don't be angry with the parents. Sometimes they think about us too far, because they feel they have been in a condition like us. And they feel we will not understand what they are doing, because we have never been in their position.” That one long sentence was spoken by Disa.

Kean felt that he had so many wounds that he could never recognize what he was like. Without him noticing, the one sitting next to him might be harboring more wounds. Because, someone who can advise wisely could be he first feel a lot of pain.

The silence then took over the situation. Only the sound of the engine was then heard on the sidelines of the honking sound. Emotional stability is really tested and Kean has lost first. He already had no energy to get angry, his strength drained out this afternoon.

Town house, it would probably be a better place for him to calm himself down.

****

POV Kean

Isa,

The girl I love and respect so much is the one I hurt the most right now.

Me and Disa are in different dimensions. I could only look at it, looking at it with a million feelings that I could never express. While Disa is free to touch me without hesitation.

Honestly, I liked it a lot when he touched me feelingly but at the end of that joy and happiness, I found the tightness of it when I realized that I was getting deeper and deeper into hurting him.

Just like this I can do, touch the monitor screen and wipe the figure of Disa that I see. I hope my love reaches him but don't feel my guilt.

This afternoon, I came back to a reality I had never expected before. Mamah, the woman I love the most, the woman who made me willing to endure the pain of papah's poignant attitude, became the only person who managed to sink a sword in my back.

Feeling deceived or tricked or something else that makes me feel like the dumbest human being. That's what he did.

Being in a reality where I had to marry Disa because of the issue that called that I slept in a room with Disa. I think it was because of my carelessness and I had to take responsibility for marrying her to keep my woman honorable.

But now I just realized, if my mom is the one who planned everything. He forced me to marry Disa.

Yes, I said at that time I had to, because even though I really wanted to but I shouldn't have married Disa.

I'm a sick man. Not physically, but mentally and psychologically. Too many people hurt me so much that I couldn't tell which was the pain of the blasphemy and which the pain of regret had brought others into my pain-filled life.

Disa shouldn't be in position right now. I love him and he shouldn't have to endure the pain I have. Supposedly, when he left, I never saw him again. I let him meet another man who could make his life happier.

But again, mama made me have to lock Disa in a golden cage. I realized, Disa must have felt that I was a selfish man who needed a lot of publicity.

She's mistaken. I was a bad guy that he shouldn't have approached. I can't even give her the honor of being my wife when I respect her so much.

About the child, yes it's about the child I mean. My physique can give it but my psychology holds it. It was all because of the oath I consciously told Papah that I would not give him offspring. I will not allow any other generation after me to feel the same pain that I felt because of Papah's attitude.

But in fact, my vows hurt my women. Am I not so bad?

Admit it, you must have felt that I was very evil.

I said Roy was a jerk, but I was more than that.

I said Reza was a bastard when I was more than that.

I said papah was evil when I was more than that.

And I said my mom was hearty when I was more than that.

Letting Disa be near me was not only a torture for her but for myself. You won't know how hard it is to suppress the normal feelings I have for the sake of making Disa less tormented. It's stifling and can barely make me breathe.

Finally, I could only cry, cry like a dead-end fool, unable to find any way out.

“Tok-tok-tok.”

“A,” that soft voice I recognize as the voice of my wife. The voice that always called me very soft but it made me grieve, sore.

I immediately wiped my tears. I don't want Disa to see it.

“Ehm!” I tried to calm down to neutralize my voice.

“Log.” My heart while turning back to him.

“A, I'm cooking. We had dinner yuk.”

Hear her voice.

Oh my God, why am I getting sad? I can't hold back my tears. I didn't have the courage to look him in the face.

I took a deep breath, trying not to let my voice waver as I stood.

“You first, I'll catch up.” My solute. I looked at her figure from the dark reflection of the glass because I deliberately did not turn on the lights.

“Iya. I wait under ya... Don't be long.”

I can imagine, he smilingly said it. Disa, I'm sorry.

I press the corner of my eye so that these tears stop flowing. Oh my god, it's so hard.

“Hem.” Lucky I have a mainstay statement that is directly understood Disa.

Hearing her footsteps coming down the stairs, I immediately went to the room. I washed my stupid face first, so as not to look tearful. My face is a little puffy. Do not ask how it can fall, men can experience as experienced by women, for example I.

I looked at my face for a moment. I patted it so it wouldn't be too annoying. But the longer I want to slap her.

“Sh!t!!” grunting's upset.

“A,,,” again I heard the voice of Disa calling me. I know, he won't stop until I get off.

I immediately took my eyes off the glass and immediately went down following Disa. A little bit of pressing on my red nose, pretending the flu.

“Loh, aa sick?” I'm sure he saw my slightly red eyes and my nose were exactly the flu guy.

“Nothing, just a little gereges aja.” I reasoned. Would he laugh at me if I said I was crying?

“Do you want me to massage later? Or do I make a warm drink first huh?” He immediately nodded.

“No.” I pulled her hand and invited her to sit down.

“We eat aja.” He sat beside me, not in front of me. I don't want to continue to look at it with guilt.

“Yes, but it's really okay, right?” he still looks at my face.

“Hem.”

“Can you please get the rice?” I immediately switched the conversation.

“Oh jeez, bentar.”

He took a plate that he filled with rice and then the side dish. He cooked all my favorite dishes. I should be moved, right? But why sad, huh?

“Please a, welcome to eat. Don't forget to’a.” he said, like I was a child. I like the way he spoils me, but will it be forever?

“You also eat a lot.” I answered without looking at him.

We ate in a quiet atmosphere. Every now and then I glanced at her, watching her, like eating was the most pleasant expression for her.

Disa, stay like this. No matter what happens, please don't leave my side. I'll try to fix everything. Can I just be this once for selfishness?

****