Marry The Heir
A beautiful night to spend together

Disa was still smiling herself beside Kean who focused on driving her car at a moderate speed, after returning from the main house. They did not stay because they wanted to enjoy time together.

"You're here in a mess with a snotty boy." Kean protested when Arini asked him to stay the night.

Shafira immediately pursed her lips because she knew the innuendo was aimed at her.

"Newly I praise brother was really cool eh now it's been menebelin again aja." grunts when Disa hugged him to berampit home.

Kean just mengengos, not caring about the protection of his sister, he continued.

"Don't you have a lot of guys? Let them talk. Who is it, who is park." ledek Kean, calling one of the Korean actor clan who was once called Shafira.

"It's no fun to watch it not the same."

"Will be here again." Can rub shafira's cheeks gently.

"Don't!" Kean turned around to hear his wife was going to watch a Korean drama with her sister.

"Be aware that you dare to invite him to watch a Korean drama." Kean threatened to Shafira.

"But! So scared, too, oppa-oppa handsome! It's a little romantic." Shafira replied as she stuck out her tongue.

And this is what's happening now. His hand had never taken off the hands of Disa since they came out of the main house. Maybe he was trying to be romantic with his wife.

Kean, who watched her from the middle rearview, smiled at the red hue on his wife's cheek.

“You're as cool as you are?” in the kiss of Disa's hand for the umpteenth time made the girl end the daydream in her mind.

“Hem, yes I'm very fond of.” I'm Disa.

She leaned her body comfortably on the seat back and looked at her husband closely.

“I feel like we just won a big war. The battle against fear and doubt.”

Kean turned his head and gave his smile to Disa. He feels the same. Like the entire heavy burden that was on his shoulders was simply lifted.

“Thank you for keeping me company until the end.” His ideal. Again, he kissed Disa's hand feelingly.

“I am happy, because I am a reason to be brave and rise. I really can't jabarin like how I feel right now.”

“Like god has given 1% of all mankind happiness to me.”

“Thank you a, to make me not feel fighting alone for our relationship.” Kean's cheeks were soft and soulful.

“I'm the one who should be thanking you.”

“You have given me the courage to get out of fear and dare to hope for something more beautiful. And it turns out I got it.” For a moment Kean stared at Disa with the site, before having to go back to see the streets are quite crowded.

He was no longer speaking. He resuscitated his head on Kean's shoulder, rubbing their fists with his thumb.

“I want a spit nyampe. Aa focus first on driving.” He looked at the lights that occasionally illuminated them as they passed by and made him squint. How Kean can withstand the sometimes very bright lights from the opposite direction.

“Hem.” Kean actually stepped on his gas pedal. At times like this his skills as a racer are really useful.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the town house. The house that used to be just a place to pull over, avoid anger and sigh from the tightness of the situation that must be faced, became one of their goals to go home.

Home is not about a place they will go to but who they will be in it with.

“AWH!” Disa flinched as Kean suddenly cradled her body.

“Aa why ngagetin only anyway!” grunted annoyed.

“Hahahhaa.. Sorry."

"I just don't want to see you walk. Must have been tired, did I take the road cepet?” his forehead was softly drawn. Look, he's already started trying to rival the Korean oppa-oppa.

“Yes, my feet are shaking. One step aa is equivalent to two steps of my foot.” She looked at the face of her husband above her. Seeing his smile that is always growing, became his own opium for Disa.

“Lain times, I'll follow your steps.” Rigorously.

Disa was tiny, hardly believing that the one who said this was Kean.

Arriving at the door, Disa opened the door for them, making Kean free to waltz in.

“Okey, I can get off. I want to take a bath for aa.” He patted Kean's arm to bring him down.

“Let's go down above.” Kean continued his steps towards the room on the 2nd floor.

“A, I weigh. Climb the stairs while carrying I am quite tired of tau.”

“Your body is small, there are no weights.”

“HOLE!” Disa screeched in annoyance.

“Gak roughly said I'm small.” Paying attention to Kean's stiffened hand muscles it was clear that he was quite heavy.

"Normally girls like to be said not to be heavy let alone slim."

“Again, weight is just a matter of mind. It will feel heavy if we think it is heavy and it will feel light if you think it is light.” This young master could reason. The point is he does not want to lower Disa.

“Yes yes, aa theory wins. Who's that?” ledek Disa's.

“From Kean malik hardjoyo, her husband paradisa sandhya.” Kean proudly said.

Disa just smiled a little at the words of her husband. His hand opened Kean's room. On the edge of the bed Disa was lowered.

“Thank you husband. How much does this cost?” still Cane teased him.

“Company cost?” Kean scrunched his forehead. Disa nodded slowly.

Kean started to smile mischievously, as if he had just come up with an idea of how to charge. He leaned his body towards Disa making their distance very close.

“I'm looking for payment in other ways can?” whispered.

Disa's face immediately flushed red getting a gaze this close. Looks like his words just became a boomerang for him. He forgot what he was facing with Kean.

“Can. But shower first.” Cana held Kean's shoulder so as not to get any closer.

Kean smiled happily. “You're a habit, lure me but directly avoid, irresponsible.” Pinched his nose with anxiety.

“Ish, not that. Aa still dry tau!” he immediately shifted his body, moving away from Kean before Kean did anything else.

“Feelings earlier you did not protest.” Kean so kissed his own body that is still sweating. Pretty acid smells.

She prepared a bath for her husband, a towel and a change of clothes. Kean watched her from the bathroom door.

“Please, aa shower first.” nods his head before passing Kean who stands in his way.

Suddenly Kean's sturdy hand paused his steps, holding him at the mouth of the door.

“Why don't you shower again? It's got to dry me.” He had no intention of letting Disa escape before him.

“My turn later. Aa first aja.” He lowered the hand of his husband that ran his way.

“It's been malem, don't stay in the bathroom for long, then catch a cold.” The impact once and then away from Kean. Very indifferent attitude, as if he did not understand Kean's intentions.

Kean could only scratch his head which was not itchy. His wife was always good at breaking his sentences.

“Do not, anywhere. I didn't take long.” Order Kean before you go to the bathroom.

“Baiq lukewarm.” Disa again nodded with the thin smile she showed.

Kean growled in his heart. He wanted to pull Disa into the bathroom, but not this time. It's been too late.

“His old” Kean is equivalent to cleaning the house, mopping until cooking. Haha.. Such was the habit of her husband whose hobby lingered in the bathroom.

While waiting for Kean, Disa warmed up their dinner and took a bath to make her body fresher. After everything was done, Kean came down.

“You've had a shower?” tanyanya when she saw Disa had changed clothes.

“Udah dong. Here a, we eat first.” he pulled Kean's hand to sit in front of him.

Kean according to. His stomach was already rumbling because all day is not filled properly.

“You eat the same side dish which?” He was ready with the plate in his hand.

“This boiler.” Point Kean at his favorite food.

“This same is also.” Not forgetting he asked for a stir-fry vegetable.

“Nasinya aja, later my stomach distended.” His protest when Disa spooned rice was quite a lot.

“Nothing, later will be pakmil, gemoy, hehehe..”.

“Don't sa, if I'm fat later looks like a statue, tall gede.” Kean demonstrated if his body was widened and rounded.

“Hahahaha.. Nothing, I have a comfortable place to lean.” Disa still does not want to lose.

They finally ate in a warm atmosphere. Throw jokes at each other. Habits that have never existed before. Perhaps, this was the beginning of warmth in the lion family.

*****

Stomach full, sleepiness also comes.

That feeling was what Kean was feeling at this moment. He lay on the bed while Disa sat beside him, preoccupied with applying pain relief gel to his red and bluish fingers.

Yes, the marks hit the samsak just now the pain felt.

“Aa sparing same bang nasep too?” disa asked when she saw a bruise on the corner of her husband's lips. She painstakingly gave the drops to her husband's scar.

“Iya, it turns out he's not as bad as before.” Kean still remembered how Nasep smashed his fist as he let his guard down due to his declining concentration.

“Emang aa don't use head gear same mouth guard?” I still don't understand what her husband did. Fighting without safety.

“I don't intend to match, Just regular sparing. Didn't expect to get jotos.” Kill Kean.

His gentle rubbing on his hands and lips made him so comfortable that drowsiness arrived.

“Don't be in that bias. If the title is an opponent, mending wear a protector."

"Where to try if your teeth fall out. Later become handsome grandparents.” All four Can imagine that her husband's white teeth fall out all. And so the handsome grandparents? What kind of imagination is that.

Kean just smiled while looking at Disa. He likes Disa who chatters a lot. Every movement of his lips, his anxious expression, made Kean addicted to keep looking at him. There are only sources of language that make Kean interested to pay attention to it.

This kind of woman he needs. Fun interlocutor to discuss many things. Starting from serious things about work, reliable motivators and of course a cool joking friend. For her, this was more intimate than just body relations. Because everyone can have sex but not everyone can communicate openly let alone one frequency like he and Disa.

In his mind, when old, a pleasant interlocutor we need to spend time together without boredom.

“Okey, done!” exclaiming Disa after sticking a piece of plaster in the corner of Kean's lips.

“Udah done?” Kean could not believe that Disa had finished treating his injuries. Not one bit hurt.

“Udah. Tomorrow morning we change the plaster again. Let the wound heal cleanly.” Reinsert some medications into a P3K box.

Kean took the box and put it on the table. “Come.” He pulled his hand to lie down next to him.

Disa complied, she lay on her side facing her husband.

Kean's hands began to swipe Disa's cheeks which were always reddish when they looked at her.

“Thank you for everything.” She shrieked, gently rubbing Disa's cheek with her thumb.

“Hem, back love.” Reply Disa.

Kean only smiled, there were millions of feelings that he could not express when Disa was beside him. He pulled Disa's body into his arms, wrapped her up to the limit of the chest and held her tightly.

“I'm sleepy.” The murmur that can still be heard by Disa.

What Disa does really make it comfortable until the fatigue feels like gathering and asking to be completed with sleep.

Isa raises his head. Looked at the face of Kean on it. His eyes were half closed even though his hands had not stopped moving rubbing Disa's back.

“Aa sleep. Tomorrow we wake up feeling happier and grateful.” Timpal Disa's.

“Hem, good night dear. Sweet dream. I love you.” The pecking of the head of Disa gently.

“Goodnight.” Reply Disa.

It felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief after the hard day he had spent with Kean. There were a lot of tears and anger today but it all seemed like it paid off on the same day. There was no longer the feeling of obstruction and doubt that had filled his heart all along.

Disa returned Kean's embrace. Buried his face in Kean's chest, where his heart was always beating in rhythm with Disa's heartbeat. Slowly he closed his eyes. Resting his mind and body.

Tonight was a beautiful night compared to the other night and he should be grateful for passing it with Kean.

*****