Marry The Heir
Spongy rice field

His work is still very much and he began to work in the guest room of his house. Today he deliberately did not go to the boutique because it took a high concentration to complete this work. Pattern papers that have been in the picture and of course the rest of the fabric that he finished cutting scattered on the floor. Two dresses must be finished today because tomorrow morning the plan is Disa will leave for Singapore with Clara.

“Gue agree, the ash aja.” As soon as the reply sound of the message received by Disa.

Disa breathed a sigh of relief, finally the design was approved by Clara. Then clothes for him? Let's see it later. After all, she did not intend to wear an evening dress when Clara performed, appearing elegant with a simple dress that was ever on her sketch would probably make her more comfortable.

“Thank God, I'm sewing. Dduhh..” Can squirm his body that feels sore. Clara's approval of the plan he made in a short time like giving a fresh breeze.

This day he only takes care of pictures and fabrics, does not take care of himself and does not pay attention to his appearance that is not as neat as usual. He only wears hot pants and oversized t-shirts that make him more comfortable and free. His long hair he cepol with strands of hair that he occasionally sibak because blocking his view.

Luckily Kean left for work so he could perform as is for a while.

The sound of the phone ringing called out to him and disperse the concentration of Disa who was arranging pieces of cloth on the mannequin in front of him. Lock it with a pentule needle and stick the last pin he bit before answering Mila's call.

“Ya brother.” Sahut dia after pressing the loude mode of the speaker of his phone.

“De, sory disturb. Here there are guests who want to make an appointment to make clothes for the wedding next month. How do you want to be accepted?”

“Em,” Disa seemed to think. It becomes a dilemma, whether he has to accept it or not, considering the waiting list for his clothing order is quite in line.

“Ask the concept of the show how? In door or out door, the same date of implementation when. I'll re-confirm can or not.”

“But he is rather maksa de. He said it was just for him and his brother-in-law. The show in door.”

Can be silent for a moment, feeling his head that began to get dizzy because all day thinking about the concept and how to organize the amount of work that piles up.

“Yes already, say I'll reconfirm later, afraid even can not. If the time is right, I will call again.”

“Sama please brother send in the same design request consumer clothes that I have not finished. I want to see peer I still have a lot of what not.”

“Say you're sorry, I don't mean to worry about him.” It is not nice to actually reject the consumer's request and trust in him. But there is no other choice, he does not want because just accept the results he made are not optimal.

“Yes, I'll say. I also sent you a list of consumer requests.“

“By the way you've eaten yet?” ask Mila suddenly.

He was trying to remember. “Not yet,” is weak. All she remembered was that she had just had breakfast with her husband this morning, before checking out from the hotel.

“What time is this? Habit. Eat first be bentar.” Mila's regret began to sound. This woman is overprotective in her own way.

“Yes, let me eat again. Calm down, I'm not a child. If laper also I eat.” The problem is that he doesn't have an appetite for seeing this much work.

“You want me to pesenin nasi padang gak?” Mila knew this food must have succeeded in forcing Disa to eat.

“Em, don't be brother. If you want I'll buy it myself.”

“Yes already, if you need anything you contact me. And one more, do not forget to drink.”

“Iya kak.” Excitement Disa. Sometimes he thinks Mila is suitable to be a brand ambassador for kidney health extension because his hobby reminds drinking.

“Ya already, young lady spirit!!!!” exclaim Mila from there.

“Hhahaha.. Thanks brother.” Isa before the call is interrupted.

The disconnection of Mila's voice made the atmosphere of the room again quiet. Only the sound of the clock and the heartbeat of Disa were then heard. He looked at his mannequin for a while, one last step being to sew small parts of the shirt and give details so that all the work was done. Believe me the hardest is finishing, because the details are many.

“Tok tock!” the sound of knocking on the door resuscitated Disa from her daydream.

“Aa?” a surprise when he turned and Kean came home this afternoon.

The man smiled happily and approached Disa.

“Aa, why don't I hear the sound of aa coming home? Work in the office is done?” she crucified her husband and got a kiss on the forehead from Kean.

“My work at home is more important. Says mila you haven't eaten?” looking at Disa with a different appearance. Very interesting according to him.

“Hehehehe... Just a moment later I ate kok.”

“You are the same turn I just bring ngingetin eat but myself forget to eat.” Swiping Disa's cheek which she held with her right hand. His face looked tired, making Kean worry only.

“Iya sorry. It turns out that actually, mengebawelin people easier than ngelakuin themselves.” Cetus Disa chuckled at the end of his sentence.

“Basic, brat.” Kean pinched Disa's cheek with anxiety.

“I bring food, you eat first yes.”

“Oh yes? Aa bring what?” did not expect that this one young master was intending to take care of his eating problems.

“You wait here, I take it first.”

“SIAP!” Disa did a brief salute to her husband.

Kean went to get some food, while Disa returned to her sewing table. Not long after, Kean came up with a plate, a spoon and there was a familiar fragrance.

“That's a padang rice?” his concentration immediately dispersed the road when smelling the aroma of rice padang.

“Iya, mila said that you are lazy to eat, just buy rice padang. I didn't even know you liked padang rice.” Put the things he carried in front of Disa.

“Kan now knows. Thanks to my husband..” he gladly opened the rice field in rice paper. Kean asked for a rice box to be neater but he said it was just like this how to pack it.

Disa's eyes immediately sparkled to see white rice with sambal ijo, rendang meat, vegetable sauce and vegetables that fused.

“This is really good a. Here aa eat with me.” Disa pulled Kean's hand to sit next to her.

“Thank you, but I don't love.” He does not really like the appearance of how to pack it. But still he sat beside Disa to accompany his wife to eat.

“Yes already, I ate first yaa... Bismilahirrohmanirrohim.” his appetite immediately appeared and Disa did not want to postpone it again.

“Hem, happy dinner.” Kean Sahut.

Accompanying Disa to eat, Kean looked at the two mannequins before them. One shirt is almost finished, which Kean is sure for his wife while another one is half finished. His wife really tried hard.

This morning, when he still wanted to fall asleep at the hotel, Disa had brought him home. He said he wanted to draw and shop for cloth.

“What can not be delayed dear, just a moment again. I still want to hug you.” Whiney Kean who refused to let go of his embrace.

“A, his embrace later yaa... This I mumpung have an idea. Plisss...” Disa until pleading to make Kean not bear.

And now, be the work that just finished half but already very interesting.

Satisfied looking at the work made by Disa, Kean's attention was shifted to the sketchbook in front of him.

There is a writing “Dream sketch” on it that is written with neat handwriting typical of his wife.

“This is your sketchbook dear?” ask Kean curiously.

“Hem!” his mouth was still full of food.

“Can I see?” Can answer it with a nod.

It's an honor for Kean to be able to see Desa's sketchbook. As Kean guessed, many of the designs were made. What caught his attention was the design of the child's clothes.

Can swallow food in his mouth. “Oh, the candy.” After food passes through his throat.

“Candy?” kean had never heard that name before.

“Yes, so he's a kid who likes to be a clown entertainer in ancol like me first.”

Accidentally Disa feed food into Kean's mouth and it turns out that her husband does not refuse. It seemed Kean was also unconscious because of his wife's slightly greasy voice and lip movements, attracting his attention.

“She stays in the parlors continuously after school she usually begs on the street, in the red light or nyamperin crowd and beg-ask the same people.” The shadow of the little boy instantly appeared on Disa's head. Candy with her sad eyes and inviting pity.

“I'm trying to make him a clown entertainer, I'm saying it's better than begging. Because these two hands function to work, not ask for. And she wants.”

“I often take her to crowded events, many small children or interesting attractions in ancol and dufan. Attending birthday events and other fun events.”

“She said, one day she wants her birthday in the hall. Nice dress and blow out the candles. I was sad to hear it. Because even though we love to see others happy on their special day, our little hearts also expect the same.”

“Show special and surrounded by loved ones.”

“Yes I finally thought, one day I want to make clothes for kids like candy. I just want them to get a chance to have a birthday by wearing a birthday suit like any other kid, not a clown costume like the one we wear. But unfortunately I have not been able to realize that desire.I hope someday will be able to.” Tandas Disa with a faint smile at the end of her sentence.

Kean was in his place. Looked at his wife's face and opened his mouth again to take a bribe from Disa. The rice field has a sticky taste, like the shadow of the feeling of Disa at that time.

“One day, you will be able to realize it dear.” Kean tried to encourage Disa.

“Amminn.. Thanks a.” timpal Disa.

Kean only nodded then turned his gaze away from Disa. It was heartless to see that sad face and he had to switch the conversation.

“Then, who is this?” point Kean at a sketch of a man with no face.

“Oh, hahahha.. That's aa.” he said who laughed cheerfully.

Between relief and anxiety because he was drawn by Disa. It was only fitting that he recognized this perfect posture.

“That I made when I first entered this house.” Terang Disa's.

“Loh, do you not know if I am in this house?” so curious how Disa describes herself.

“I heard from the servant team. They call the characteristics aa so yes I picture.”

“Oh, so you used to often gunjingin me the same temen-men you?” Kean was more curious about it. He approached Disa and grabbed her from the side.

“Hahaha.. Not a gunjingin. I just want to know, what was my employer like? You see I have to prepare a work clothes for aa, afraid it does not fit.” You can give up and most of it is true.

“Oh yes?” Kean stared in disbelief.

“Ish really tau!” Disa pinched her husband's stomach.

“Adudududu darling, you yaa..” Swabbing his stomach that feels spicy because of the pinch of Disa. Kean replied to her with a bite on Disa's cheek.

“IIhhh aa, rice paddies former meal!” his protest while rubbing his cheek which must smell of rendang seasoning.

“Hahahha..” Kean even laughed out loud. Everything he did was indeed a reflex to want to tease Disa.

“Kalo so this is all, it smells the same.” Kean grabbed Disa's chin and then kissed and bit his lips sensually.

“Aa!!” exclaim Disa upset.

“Hahhahahaa. It tastes chewy and there are sweetness it is.” Ledek Kean who made Disa's lips immediately pursed irritated.

“Okey sorry, back to topic deh, I don't know you anymore.” Kean rubbed the tip of Disa's head fondly.

“Everyone wants aa denger? I have never wanted to. If the temen-tenemen anyway yes talk aa but it is also only a mere expression of admiration aja.” Cerocos Disa is still upset. It's just keceplosan.

“Oohhh, so I'm your pestle?” pause Kean with a teasing look at Disa. Her lips held a smile of their own.

“Em, no!” His eyes immediately shifted his eyes.

“Ngak what? Not wrong?” Kean tried to look at Disa's blushing face.

“Yaa reasonable if many who ngehaluin me. As long as they are aware that what is on their minds, not everything can be theirs. Halu can, ngarep don't!” Firm Kean.

“If you are alone, used to admire me no?” this question is important for him to ask.

“NGGAK! I don't like to admire things that don't belong to me. I'd rather be grateful for what's already mine. Aa kali who admires me? Eh, wasn't it aa kesel same as me? That's why I often get involved with.” They remember the first time they met. Kean must be really upset with her.

“Neither.” Kean wrapped his hands around Disa's waist and pulled her closer.

“Since you first walked into this house, I've been very impressed."

"There was someone who always left a small note with his neat writing, in the places I used to go. Like he could read what I used to do in this house."

"I was very curious when I imagined how someone who had never met me knew all about me? The way I dress, my messy habits and of course the food fit on my tongue.”

“I think you're a witch, for doing everything so perfectly. So curious, I installed CCTV in this house.” I'm Kean on his prank behavior first.

“Oh yes? Where's the CCTV?How can I not see?" dissa protest.

"There are dong in hidden places. I'm the only one who knows." I'm Kean jumawa.

"Huh, really there? If there is CCTV means our time in the chair kerekam dong? Ih aa,. shy tau!” She covered her face in shame. It is inconceivable that their hot scenes were seen by others through CCTV.

Yeah, hot scenes on the couch, in the kitchen that the author didn't tell you, so don't travel. Piil. ;p.

“Hahhahaa... quiet dear, who can see the CCTV footage is just me. Others can't.”

“Huft, thank goodness.” snorts Disa.

“But the CCTV was released. I'm afraid that one time it leaks, we never know.” Again Disa fed Kean with rice and her husband opened his mouth willingly.

“Iya anyway, later I loose.” There is a point in the mind of Disa. They have to maintain privacy because they do not know whether it is really safe or not. Technology is getting more sophisticated and people are getting smarter using it so he does not want to take risks.

“Oh yes, I have something for you.” Kean took out his phone from his pocket.

“What a?” he sees Kean pressing the chat app icon and searches for someone's name.

“Semalem you ngigau call the name of grandma continues. I thought you must be missing. We video call yes, how are they?”

“Eem, yaaa... I was going home this Saturday but instead had to go to singapore.” His face immediately shriveled sadly. His eyes were quickly red and teary.

“Iyaa, after you come home from singapore we are on vacation to bandung or we can also pick up grandma and bi imas here, let them take a few days here.” Imbuh Kean's.

He was just overwhelmed with the feelings of haru. She did not think her husband was so attentive to her.

A few seconds later, the video call was connected to bi Imas, hearing her very boisterous scream. Thank goodness for a moment Disa could sigh in relief because she could see the faces of her grandmother and aunt to let go of longing.

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