Marry The Heir
Dream painting with clara

Flashes of camera blitz reciprocated perpetuate the birthday celebration of a famous fashion magazine in Singapore. They try to find the right angle and capture the moment when the important parts enliven the event. After a toast congratulating the company's growing age, guests were greeted by a fashion show of special guests, models who were bent over the catwalk.

Clara was one of the models who participated in the event. He breezed freely on the catwalk wearing clothes designed by Disa during the competition with full of enthusiasm. This pschye flew higher, more familiar to many people and exuded the beauty of a Davina Clara who adored many pairs of eyes.

Her beautiful appearance like a Greek goddess made many people amazed. People applauded and enthusiastically immortalized Clara's appearance. He's the goddess tonight.

In a separate room, Disa and her assistant Mila are preparing for an interview with the magazine's owner. In the makeup room, Mila polishes Disa's face with thin makeup that seems natural and beautiful. Can wear a formal navy colored canal dress classy.

“Lipstick by me redin little yes, let you not look at the shoots on camera.” Mila said, re-applying a thin lipstick on Disa's lips.

“Gangan is too late... (Don't be too red yaa.)” he said, talking with his mouth open turned out to be quite difficult.

“Ngak. Thin-thin all kok.” Mila Timpal.

“Okey, done.” Mila noticed the finished look of Disa she was grooming.

“Wah, can-can young master pangling see his wife as beautiful and elegant as this.” Praise Mila. He tidied up the hair of Disa that was left on his shoulder. Also tidying up the dress that wrapped his body.

“She's seen me and more excited than this brother. Marriage time.” Sahut Disa's. He looked at his own appearance from the reflection of the glass. Mila is good at putting on other people's faces. His hand was like having a magic wand to cover up the flaws on Disa's face.

“But the aura is different de, more classy gitu.” Mila also admired Disa's appearance.

“This is because big brother is adept at dressing me up. Make up can change everything, right?” quite he praised himself, the person behind him who is meritorious at this time.

“But you are basically beautiful. What am I the potato. Look, the skin color of our face is much different.” Pointing at the facial skin of Disa and herself alternately.

“Every woman is beautiful sister, especially in the eyes of the right person.” It's not good to hear Mila insecure herself.

“But not all women look beautiful in front of everyone.” Mila rubs her lips with a lipstick. Wishing for a moment she could be as beautiful as Disa.

“That makes not beautiful in front of everyone is just a matter of taste. Ah, we're ready. Short again must start.” Disa wanted to end the conversation about comparing the physique.

“Okey, okay. You can always answer young lady.” Put the lipstick back in its place and invite Disa out.

A room is ready for the interview. Two cameras are installed from different angles and lead to a pair of chairs.

An interviewer sat there with the owner of the magazine, Audi.

“Over here, miss paradisa.” Said the interviewer who knew his name was Ivy.

“Thank you.” Sahut Disa. he took his place next to Ivy.

Exclusive interviews begin. Although it will be published in a magazine, but apparently they will upload it in their official youtube channel.

“Just relax, we'll start in 3 minute.” Bright Ivy.

Disa agrees. He sighed deeply, to quell the tension and nervousness he suddenly felt.

This is new for Disa, be it an exclusive interview or appear in front of a camera that records each motion. He must pay attention to the image that may be captured by good people from the way he speaks or behaves. In addition, the questions and answers in this interview using English. In addition to having to think hard to choose the answer to each question, he also has to think about how to answer the right one in English. Aarrghh is what has frustrated him. Speaking Indonesian only still likes to be exchanged where formal and informal especially in foreign languages.

3 Minutes passed and the interview began. The first question is about his identity.

“I’m paradisa sandhya from indonesia.” Followed with pride. His face still looked tense, it was hard to smile while being tense like this.

At her place Mila records what Disa did and sends it to Roy.

“Yes, i’m married.” The next question that was answered with great confidence.

“You make a lot of men heart broken.” Timpal Ivy. He did not think that at this young age Disa was married. Yeah, 22 years. Disa just smiles not chiming.

“I saw your design. Wow, it’s so beautiful.” Praise Ivy with all my heart.

“Thank you. But I think it’s looks beautiful because the right person wears it. I mean, clara can express the dress I made so it give more value.” Sahut Disa with certainty.

He saw for himself how Clara demonstrated her clothes. Like she transformed into a beautiful butterfly.

Question after question kept rolling and Disa could answer it smoothly. The more questions, it turns out to make Disa more accustomed and more relaxed. Clara who just took the stage immediately joined, taking part in the interview with Disa with Mila and her assistant.

He smiled to himself, the girl he had run over turned out to have a lot of attraction. Not only his ability in designing and making clothes but also from the way he speaks and behaves.

“Lo lucky kean.” Clara Mumbled.

During this time he had never seen Kean relate to any woman despite the many women who were chasing him but, when his best friend was married, he was very much in love with her, it turns out that he chose the right woman that Clara could not compare with the girls who were chasing her best friend.

He used to be very tired of serving the requests of his model friends who wanted to get close to Kean. Kean always refused. He said he was not interested in women. But who would have thought, his best friend even became the love slave of a simple woman who was currently sitting in front of him.

The interview session is over. A photographer approached Disa and would take her picture to fit in the magazine. Can look confused itself must be stylish like what.

“Mba, can you help young lady?” whispered Mila.

“Hem.” Clara approached Disa.

“Claire, I can't pose.” Whisper Shy.

“Gue ajarin, but next time you learn by yourself.” With Clara's response to help Disa.

Disa was just nodding and obeyed when Clara asked her to move to one corner.

“Hand lo taro here.” Clara directed Disa's hand to be on her waist. “Her leg advanced one.”

Next instructions. “Okey enough, now your chin lift bit the same body lo upright.” And Disa complies, believes in her style director.

“Smiling thin kayak lo again selling expensive same kean.” Whisper Clara.

“Hahaha.. Lo style in making a bit expensive that, how the hell.” Bright Clara who finally laughed saw the confused face of Disa.

“Oh kirain.” Disa tried to smile thinly according to Clara's instructions.

“Okey good's. Lo don't move anymore.” Clara locked onto Disa's pose and immediately moved away.

“Okey, take the photo.” Tell Clara to the photographer.

The gondrong man complied. Take some photos of Disa from different angles. For almost half an hour they took photos and Clara was not tired of setting the Disa pose to look perfect.

It seems like Disa does not have to worry about her photo looks ugly because the model who regulates her style. Berdo’a just tense face is not too noticeable on the camera.

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Disa had changed into a nightgown after she returned to her room after the event. It does not come to completion because it is quite difficult to mingle with new people in a fast time. After the interview, he prefers to go back to the room and rest his body that feels tired.

A knock on the door distracts Disa. She put her phone back after texting her husband and went to open the door.

“Claire?” there is Clara who has changed into casual clothes with a face that is clean of makeup but still looks beautiful. In his hand he held a bag of scrapes that somehow contained what.

“Can I come in?” her door.

“Hem, come in.” I could open the door wider.

Clara noticed Disa's room that looked neat, different from her room next door.

“Lo is really nice. We drink on the balcony, let your room not fall apart again.” He went to the balcony of the room.

“Bby.” He walked ahead of Clara and opened the balcony door.

They sit back in their seats in front of the balcony, enjoying the night atmosphere in the land of white lions.

“Lo drink alcohol?” Clara took out a few bottles of drink from inside the crackle she was carrying.

“No Claire, thank you.” Reject Disa.

“Udah I guessed. Create lo.” Clara gives Disa an isotonic drink.

“Thanks.” Sahut Disa's.

“Lo tau, at an event of this magnitude I don't even have a theme for just celebration. No, it's not that I don't have a celebration team, but I have a lot of friends for celebration but never have a friend that is sehat.” Clara suddenly said.

Hearing Clara's words, Disa turned to the woman beside her who was sipping a little alcoholic drink in her hand casually. Only once did he grin, as the bitterly mixed sweetness at the end was felt in the throat.

“Gue hope you want me to stay here for a while. I still want to enjoy the happiness of being offered an exclusive contract to be a brand ambassador for an international bag brand, for Indonesia.” Clara smiled at the end of her sentence. He feels very proud to have another achievement in his career.

“Wah congratulations Claire.” Timpal Disa stretched out his hand.

Clara looked at the hand and smiled and greeted him. “Thanks.” Sahut later.

They fell silent again, looking at the glittering Singapore sky decorated with night stars and the lights of a towering building. Both of them sighed deeply, like trying to unwind today.

“Lo's appearance was good, lo family must be proud of lo.” Said Clara suddenly. He recalled when Disa was in the interview. Although it looks tense, Disa can answer all questions wisely. He can distinguish which private areas do not need to be known by the public and which career areas must be known by the public.

“Thanks Claire's. You also looked very attractive. You're the star tonight.”

Clara smiled at Disa's words. He had heard the words of praise many times, but this time it felt different. His words sound sincere.

“Lo know, as a model I should be able to explore the looks I use even though sometimes far from my wishes. Yes, that's professional. As long as the job is about modeling, the cave will be professional.” Clara again sipped an alcoholic drink in her hand, little by little to keep her consciousness awake.

“Soften lo. As a designer, you will definitely meet a variety of consumers and design requests that may not match your character or soul. But, it’s no problem. It's a process in, so you can be professional, you have to face this.” Clara recalled when a model approached Disa and asked to make a strange design. He knew, it did not match the character of Disa.

“And the modeling world with that design is tightly bound. You can not only learn about design but also about modeling. You must know, on which part you want the models highlight the uniqueness or value more than the lo design, you must master it. How the models should pose with that shirt, you should also understand that.”

“Lo should know because that's what you will make the attraction for lo designs, not just a matter of quality from a material or a beautiful design. But, you have to take a moment of truth when people see your design and I'm sure it's different from one design to another. For that, you have to learn a lot. Create your work perfect.”

Disa was stunned to hear Clara's words. What Clara said is true. Although the models can be guaranteed professionalism, but the designer who knows better what the design should be presented.

“Lo has to learn a lot of things, not just make a good design. And I,” Clara paused her sentence with a deep sigh.

“Gue apologizes if I have made you forced to follow the contract we made. I'm forced to hold you back so as not to go far away so as not to leave me.” He looked at Disa and stared fixedly at Disa. As if there were a lot of things he wanted to say.

“Our contract is 3 years, and during that time I want to try many things. I hope you're on my side. Enough people and want to understand me. Because after 3 years of that, I decided to marry marcel. And you know yourself, after marriage my responsibilities are different. I have more responsibility as well. I have to help him in the company when I get married later.”

“So, during these 3 years, I hope I can achieve many of my dreams.” The bright Clara who returned sipped her drink.

Disa never thought it turned out that a Clara had thoughts like this. He tried to weaken with the situation he would face 3 years ahead. It will be difficult, so he is preparing.

“But, when I saw you interview earlier, I thought you were right about butterflies. He comes from a cocoon that we can't force to come out even though we can't wait to squirm as beautiful as what wings he has. We also can't keep him from getting out of his cocoon just for fear he's flying away and not coming back.”

“He has only 47 days to explore the world until he gets what he wants in his life. After that he will die and some of us will probably quickly forget it because there will be born many other butterflies with more beautiful wings.”

“Gue doesn't want it to happen to us. I realized you also have a dream that I can't stand. You deserve a chance in front of you. If you think about continuing to study in Paris, I can end our contract. I realize, we two people who both do what we love are not forced to love what we do.” Tandas Clara who smiled faintly beside Disa.

He realized that he could not force someone to stay by his side. That is why he said that it is very difficult to get a friend who is in one way because he is not necessarily able to be the one who prepares his heart to understand others.

Disa does not chim. He drank an isotonic drink in his hand. Suddenly Clara made him have to think seriously before he decided to take the right decision. Clara's right, she can't go wrong.

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