Marry The Heir
Why should he?

KEAN POV

I still blinked a few times while smelling the smell of nose-piercing cooking. I'm sure there's someone cooking downstairs, maybe that waitress.

The smell of such tempting dishes made my stomach sound loud, ask for filling.

It's 6pm and I just realized that I've been sleeping for over 3 hours.

This afternoon, after lunch, I abandoned my intention to return to the office and took a shower and continued to work in bed.

After a few weeks of working without a day off, it felt like the body needed rest. Lunch with a delicious menu added fresh body after bathing, making the drowsiness comes without being able to stand it.

I fell asleep with my laptop still on.

The smell of food was getting stronger and began to invite my salivary for me to swallow rough. I washed my face for a while and chose to go down to the first floor. But on the way, I heard a faint noise that became silent for a moment.

At first I heard the sound of the cauldron and spatula clashing against each other but the longer the silence. Maybe the waiter realized I was coming down.

When I arrived below, the atmosphere was completely deserted. There was only cooking on the table that was still puffing out the smoke. I approached but suddenly, I,

“POWDER!"

"You want what are you, huh? Why in the house of my young master hah?” shouted a woman who suddenly hit me with a broom handle. He kept hitting his broomstick on me until I had to take a few steps back.

“AW hurts! Hey sick!” I gripped hard.

The woman looked so shocked that even her hands trembled but it did not make her lower her hands. Looks like he's staying on alert.

Look who this is. Is a 50-year-old woman this young?

Wait, I think I know an oval face with this thin but neat eyebrow frame. It seems he did not give blackening or embroidery that is commonly done women today.

Like, I remember. This is the same woman I call the wheat flour barbarian woman.

“Still want to hit?!” I shouted as I pulled the broom in the woman's hand firmly. Shit, I was too strong to pull the broom to make this woman interested and hit my chest.

"BUTTONS!"

We fell on the couch. His round eyes blinked a few times he even sniffed my body odor. Aarrghh is so uncomfortable!

“APA?!” again I yelled at her, trying to wake this woman from her daydream.

Hurriedly he got up and threw his broom in any direction. He also straightened his messy hair. He did not dare to look at me only looking down with both hands squeezing his apron.

She's nervous.

It seems like he's starting to realize who I am.

“Ma- sorry young master. I accidentally.” her small and trembling voice was barely audible to me.

I'm not chiming in, I'd rather go to the dinner table and see what cooking he makes.

“You still think I'm a jerk huh?” so I pulled out a chair for me to sit on.

“Ti-no sir.” hurriedly he took the plate and put it in front of me.

“How old are you?” I still ask while my hand plucks one chickpea for me to taste.

Strange, my appetite is not lost when I am very upset. Maybe because of the smell of cooking that makes my appetite stronger than my emotions.

“Du-twenty-year-old sir.” he looks timid makes me smile sarcasm. Opportunity to prank.

“Before you said I was a jerk, but who would have thought I hired a liar in my house.” I was a little cynical and reluctant to continue eating me. I still want to see what words women who used to talk to EYD were like KBBI when texting or leaving notes for me.

“Sorry sir, I didn't mean to lie to you. My finger pressed the wrong button should be the number 2 but instead the number below it.” the woman brightly carefully. He didn't even dare to look at me.

“Oh yes?” I'm starting to get curious. What this woman's answer will be.

He was seen taking something out of his pocket, a servant's shirt he used to wear in the main house.

“True sir. You can see the adjacent number 2 and number 5 buttons. I wrongly pressed the number so it is 50.”

She practices what she says while showing her the little cell phone she uses. The screen was still black and white and the writing was almost extinct, invisible. It seems like the woman before me is living in a different era from the current era.

Just look, a plain face without makeup. Her lips were slightly dry but still pink. Her hair was braided then in a small bun and locked with a black clip. So colossal.

Apparently this was the way Kinar arranged the appearance of the servants.

What was different from this woman right now was that she no longer looked at me with barking eyes. His face was a little red with a nervous look. He didn't even dare to look me in the eye unless we both fell down earlier.

“You can clarify it, why still lie?” my question this time is not fast he chimed.

Like there was regret that he kept.

“Again, why are you working in my house? Did you change your mind about the offer to replace the loss you experienced at that time?”

“Em is not sir. Sorry it's not like that.”

He quickly answered the second question. But his lips were clenching again, perhaps his little brain was thinking about what reason he would make.

“I'm just looking for work and it turns out I work in the family of mr.” so I got it.

“Hey, look your opponent in the eye while you're talking! You don't appreciate me?” Still want to fish. I still doubt where the woman who dared to challenge me went a few days ago.

“Ma-sorry sir.” He looked at me for about 3 seconds and then looked back down.

“Past you, looked at me bravely.” I stood up and approached the woman before me. He walked behind her but did not look. “You even called me a jerk and cursed me that I would be impotent. Are you still the same person?” I slightly whispered behind him and he looked shuddery, making my faint smile slightly curved.

“I, apologize for the incident the other day.” He sighed deeply before continuing his sentence. It's easy to say sorry when I don't need it.

“At that time I did say inappropriate words. And I dared to look at master because back then master was a stranger, so there was no need for doubt when I wanted to convey my words out of control though. But I realized at that time I was wrong.”

He's bowed lethargic. To me he was too different from what I had seen before.

“What are you currently playing drama in front of me for fear that I will fire?” I stood before him with my hands crossed in front of my chest. I was challenging to see his anger again.

“No sir.” stares again 3 seconds then back down. “At the moment I am just positioning myself where it should be.” so I admit.

“Are you still waiting for my apology?”

She shook her head. “I'm not waiting for anything. Apologizing and forgiving, that's your right. I have no right to demand anything because it relates to each other's hearts. And I don't want to remember that anymore.”

Okay, the answer I got. Sounds sincere enough and more than that, he no longer forced to apologize.

“Sorry,” I paused my sentence.

“Hah?” He raised his head with a gawking face.

“I apologize. Is that enough?” I continue my sentence. It turned out that without being forced, the word was so easy to slide out of my mouth.

He nodded with a smile. “Very enough sir.” timpalynya.

“Okey, prepare a meal for me siska.”

“Can sir. My name is paradisa sandhya, sir can call me dia.” he immediately clarified his name.

Actually I still remember the name, just the prank of wanting to see the response.

“Do I also need to know your date of birth?”

“No sir, it doesn't matter. It is more important for the master to fill the stomach because it is quite late.”

Looks like I have to congratulate Kinar for choosing a servant who has enough brains. Sweet mouth too. Hopefully back there he doesn't grumble.

His hands quickly prepared the dishes and opened all the side dish covers he cooked.

“Please mr.” he thrust a pair of spoons and forks then a glass of water.

I started enjoying my dinner. What I like the most is the stir-fry which is not too much oil and water. The seasoning is also fitting, without there being as many onions as before. It seems like he learned quickly what I like and don't.

One plate of rice and the side dish was already toilet and moved into my stomach. As long as I ate, he was still standing at his place looking down. I want to burp because of the glut but it feels so prestige. Later when he came home, I burped.

“Make me coffee with a spoon of sugar and take it to the reading room.” my command before getting out of the seat.

“Good sir.” is fast and obedient, so the characteristic of the response.

I immediately went to the reading room while occasionally looking at the report messages my staff sent. Always the unpleasant news I received, whether until when the problems of this company can I solve.

In the reading room, I chose to sit on the sofa while rereading the book I brought from America. Business management books that I have read several times and the contents remain the same. What changed was just the way I read the contents of this hard-cover book.

Not long heard the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs followed by the sound of knocking on the door.

“I am here sir, bring you coffee.” as soon as the sound of lying that I heard from behind the door.

“Hem, come in.”

The door leaf opened, he entered with careful steps. I just glanced from the corner of my eye and he was a little wobbly, confused to put where the coffee he made.

“Put it on the table. After this you can go home.”

My voice made him sigh in relief.

“Good sir.” is so authentic. “I excuse me sir. Happy resting.” he added who nodded politely.

I'm not interested in responding to that banter. Just a hand gesture I showed you in response.

He walked out of my reading room and closed the door quietly. I put a book that I just read one sheet, I feel more interested in tasting coffee made by a woman named Disa.

A mixture of bitter and sweet flavors soaked my throat. The heat is just right and makes my adrenaline quite elevated. I went out of the reading room and moved to the side balcony.

Look at the light of the garden lights that are dimly lit and surrounded by insects flying around. Before long, a woman on a bicycle crossed the park. Maybe it was Disa.

Crazy, this late he came home on a bike. But, what do I care. I've paid him a pretty big salary, can't he choose to take a taxi?

No need to think about it. I enjoyed another cup of black coffee in my hand.

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POV DISA

My surprise was still not lost when I remembered that the young master who became my master was a annoying man I met some time ago.

Of the many rich people in this country, why should he?

Why should that annoying guy be my employer and look back at me low?

Wait, he looks at me ordinary. Not like that time.

She stood up gallantly, looking at me with a shock that seemed to be the same as mine. And again, she was wearing the clothes that I ironed the other day.

Her appearance was not as chaotic as when we met before but from her heavy and deep voice, it felt like I was no stranger to that voice.

Just tell me too many people are yelling at me so often, that such a sound feels familiar to my ears.

Between the pedal pedals of my bike, I was still thinking how could it all be too coincidental. As long as I was in front of the young master named Kean I held myself back. He continued to provoke my anger and annoyance, lucky that my emotions were still under control with a deep sigh.

Right now I'm aware, handsome, rich, well-established, from a distinguished family and an heir to a large corporate group, it seems like enough to give a reason why his attitude is so arrogant. Even if it's not justification. But yes, it is not my capacity to judge.

The glint of car lights makes me have to stop my daydream and focus on racing beside other two-wheeled vehicles, especially four-wheeled vehicles. I have to get there and rest my body.

Either I have to continue this work or not, but as Tina said, we just play our role and go home and come back wearing negligee and occasionally dressing sexy.

Tina's words are like a new spell to me. The reinforcement of my will as my guts began to slacken. Moreover, I need this job. There is a stomach that I have to fill and there are needs that I fulfill.

Again, the reason for the need made me have to endure. For a moment, until the time came I survived without having to be emotionally attached to this wealthy family.

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