Marry The Heir
A welcome to a return

Disa's return has been awaited by many people. One who had been waiting for him was Kean who picked him up directly to the airport.

Disa immediately ran to her husband who was waiting for her with longing.

“Hey, miss you.” Whisper Kean as Disa enters into his arms.

On his deck Disa tightly, while peeping the shoots of his head. Like not caring about the many pairs of eyes that stared at the two including his assistant and Clara.

“I also miss aa,” lirih Disa the mellow.

He did not expect that one night without Kean by his side felt very lonely. Although last night he had just slept before dawn because Clara invited him to talk until late. Feeling tired with activities all day does not necessarily make his eyes immediately closed. There was a sense of emptiness felt by Disa.

The shadow of Kean lying beside him was also felt right by Disa. As has become a habit when she turned her head then the handsome face belongs to her husband that she will see.

The same is true for Kean. Last night he chose to sleep on the sofa, while looking at the mural made by his wife. Remembering every time he passed by laughing with Disa, making Kean even more longing.

Just one night away from Disa turned out to be quite tormenting. If Disa had gone more than one night, she might have followed soon. The number of videos sent by Assistant Disa as well as video calls and messages he received, did not necessarily reduce his mounting longing.

“How are you doing aa? How do I think I'm kurusan.” Disa looked at Kean's face that looked Tired.

Her husband's cheeks are covered in fine hair with thin whiskers that make him look masculine. One day left, Kean was not taken care of for days.

“I'm fine. Just miss you aja.” Timpal Kean hugged Disa again. He could sigh in relief because Disa finally came home to his side.

For a moment Disa closed her eyes, enjoying as she listened to Kean's heartbeat which always made her comfortable. Also his warm breath and pampering Disa.

“Do not show off in front of me dong!” cynical Clara who approached Kean and Disa.

It was only realized that in this world there were not only the two of them. Disa quickly let go of her embrace. He could see his face shimmering with shame.

“Lo's lyrics! Om Marcel not pick up?” fierce Kean. There was no sign of Marcel coming to get Clara.

“No! He's got another photo shoot. Just finished afternoon later.” Clara saw her new watch at 11 p.m.

“Lo want to go home with me the same in?” bargain Kean. Can't bear to also let Clara go home alone even though her best friend has taken care of Disa well.

“No need, I'm with my assistant. Assistant here also come with me, so don't disturb you both.” Clara put down the voice at the end of her sentence while rolling her eyes, nosy.

“Lo is understanding. Thanks Claire.” Timpal Kean's.

Clara nodded. Obviously he understood, because he had also experienced being a baby from the person he loved.

“Yes, I'm first. Again, thank you for taking care of it in.” Kean hugged his best friend as a form of farewell.

“Hem, equally. Don't forget to lock the door let no one disturb.” Timpal Clara who was smiling mischievously at the end of his sentence.

Kean only smiled, relaxed once a Clara said such a thing.

“Claire, thanks ya.” Disa hugs Clara.

“Hem, equally. Don't forget to think about what we obrolin last night. There is still a chance for you to be yourself and make yourself happy lo.” whispered Clara while patting Disa's shoulder gently.

He could only smile, he had to think about what they were talking about last night.

Kean brought Disa home first. They waved at Clara and her two assistants as a farewell. On his deck Kean arms tightly as they step away from the airport.

“Do I invite marcel to marry now?” murmured Clara when she saw the romance of her best friend.

In his mind, he had gone through many romantic experiences with Marcel but seeing Kean and Disa, it felt like what he did with Marcel was not enough. There was a sense of attachment that they did not have, as much as Kean and Disa had.

Every love relationship is the same romantic feeling that is different is the calmness in living it. That is why there is a bond called a marriage. Because romance in marriage has a stronger bond.

****

“Honey, mamah ask us to go home to the main house. You don't mind?” asked Kean when they were in the car. The hot sun of Jakarta makes them rush in to feel the cold AC of the car.

Before picking up Disa, Arini and Shafira call her several times to remind her to bring Disa back to the main house. Said they wanted to make a little celebration for Disa.

“Iya a, I also miss mamah and fira. Oh yes, how are you today?” suddenly Disa remembered Sigit.

“Good.” That's just Kean's short answer. He does not like to discuss Sigit in his chat with Disa.

Caned to end his curiosity. It seems that talking about Sigit at this time will not have a good impact on her husband's feelings. Finally, Disa chose to silence and put the seatbelt around her body.

Seeing Disa who was instantly speechless, Kean so watched Disa silently. He still did not understand how Disa still cared so much about her father. Did Disa really forget what Sigit had done to her? Is making peace with the past so easy to live with?

“I help.” Said Kean when Disa seemed to have difficulty pairing his safety skirmish.

“Still a.” quietly.

Kean just smiled. Apparently he's answer that is too indifferent about Sigit makes Disa uncomfortable.

“I'm sorry.” Said Kean while looking at Disa.

“For?” He looked back at her.

Kean seemed to sigh deeply and then shed his hair. He leaned his body against the back of the chair and looked straight ahead.

“I promised to make peace with the past but it wasn't that easy. I still have trouble forgetting what Papah did to me and my mother. Everything was like it was just yesterday and I still felt that negligible pain. For that, I'm sorry sa.” Lirih Kean was now staring at Disa.

Disa smiled faintly, grabbing Kean's hand for him to hold tightly.

“Peace with the past, does not mean aa have to forget everything.” Isa started the sentence.

“Efforts to forget it, will even make aa remember more. All you can do now is accept the papah in full. Remember, good people have a past and everyone has a future to get better.”

“We never know what will happen to Papah or to us who can still stand upright. All we have to know, while at our side, we must love each other, regardless of our past mistakes.” Disa Assertive.

Kean bowed for a while, trying to understand what Disa said. He nodded slowly when he realized that Disa was right, nothing could change the past. But we can determine what we can do now and in the future. Including by our acceptance of the people around us.

“Thank you sa,” he returned the hand of Disa very tightly.

“You always give me peace and open my mind which often times dead-end.” On the hookup one side of His face with his hands then he rubbed gently.

Disa smiled faintly with the warm gaze she was looking at her husband. “Sama-sama a. thank you also because aa always try to do the best thing for us.” Timpal Disa's.

One of his hands began to move down the line of Disa's body. Swiping the synthetic mound on the chest of Disa which he squeezed slowly made the feathers of Disa's nape bristled all over.

Disa immediately held Kean's hand and took off her kiss.

“A, later others see.” Lirih Disa breathlessly.

“Glass our car dark.” Kean reasoned, laying down his seat made him almost supine.

Kean again attacked Disa, took a sip of his lips and then switched to trace the neckline of Disa, peeling it small that made Disa sigh. He misses this smell and sound.

“A,” Can hold Kean's face back from continuing what they started.

“People can hear my voice. We go home first so we can be calmer.” Trouble he held Kean who continued to give him stimulation without he could refuse.

Kean threw his breath rough, his passion was in the crown but he had to end it immediately. It is true, although what he is doing now gives a different sensation but makes his wife comfortable is much more important.

“Good.” Kean had to hold back his passion.

“Please love.” Can rub her husband's cheeks and tidied the messy clothes.

Kean let out, he re-raised the resting back of Disa after several deep sighs to control himself. For a moment he looked at Disa with feeling. He was always able to control it in any case.

“We go home.” Said Kean who started the engine of his car.

“Iya a.” Can tidy up his messy hair and buttoned back some buttons that were originally removed by Kean.

Along the way they clasped hands together, enjoying the time rolling with each other's presence. Like this alone is enough, as long as there is for each other.

****

“Cheerrss!!!” shafira exclaims that invites Disa, Kean and Arini toast. Each one held a glass filled with soft drinks for them to enjoy.

Apparently this is the form of celebration prepared by Shafira and Arini to welcome the return of Disa. Each sipped his drink until almost a toilet.

“Congratulations ya sa, mamah until terjaru wiggly interviewnya. You are the best.” The first compliment sounded from Arini's mouth.

“Mamah saw it?” Being unable to believe.

“Iya mamah see sama fira.”

“Iya tea, I saw on their official youtube which is again live streaming. Yes, although not full and only footage but really cool. I'm really proud! You're a great girl!!!” shafira shouted while hugging Disa tightly.

“Still fir,” timpal Disa who can not resist the taste of his scent. He feels very lucky to be surrounded by people who love and support his achievements.

“The magazine when is it published? I can't wait to read full.” Arini was enthusiastic.

“Today's wednesday mah. They promised to send some magazines to the boutique.”

“Waw, I want one yes tea. Anyway one must be for me so I can read it over and over again.” Pinta Shafira while spoiled.

“Iya, later one make fira. After all, teteh will not forget that teteh is at this point thanks to the fira that used to be excited to join the competition. Thanks yes fir.” In Shafira's arms tightly.

“Sama-sama tea. I did encourage teteh but teteh who has tried hard to get this far. I'm really proud of you. Fira hope, fira can also achieve the ideals of fira like teteh.” Shafira. Is like an inspiration for Shafira because it can reach her goals amid many limitations.

“Aamiin.. Teteh do’.” Disa rubbed Shafira's back to encourage this good girl.

“Emang fira aspires to be what?” the question was asked by Arini.

Shafira straightened her body and smiled expectantly. “Fira wants to be an aunt singer. Singers who perform songs that can be enjoyed by many people. Keep the fira song listened in many corners of the city to accompany people to do their activities.” Firmly with sparkling eyes. Like hope was burning in his heart.

Arini smiled calmly. “Tante also do’a fira ideals realized yes... Fighting!!!” arini shouted while clenching her hands cheering Shafira. Too much invited to watch Korean dramas makes Arini look like a Korean ama-ama that encourages her son.

“Still tan,” timpalnya. “Abang does not excite me too?” rengek shafira who was staring at Kean sharply.

“Hem, spirit.” The sentence was uttered stiffly by Kean and made Shafira laugh crisply.

“Basic kanebo dry, stiff beut!!” shafira muttered which made Arini laugh.

The sound of footsteps rang out rapidly down the stairs from the top floor. A servant who was none other than Tina ran over and approached the four of them.

“Mistress, sir, sorry to interrupt.” He said in haste.

“What's up? Talk slowly.” Arini Timpal.

Tina tried to sigh at the return of her hunting breath.

“Sorry madam, that was said sister, great sir,” Tina with her tense face and breathless gasping.

“ADA WHAT?!” exciting Arini.

“Big master,” Tina just pointed up and had trouble passing on her sentence.

Quickly Kean, Disa and Shafira ran up the stairs to the 2nd floor. While Tina pushes Arini's wheelchair towards the detour. They were afraid something might happen to Sigit.

At Sigit's room door steps Kean, Disa and Shafira come to a halt. Their eyes were round, staring in disbelief at Sigit who was sitting on his bed.

“DADY!” shafira cried who hung over to Sigit and hugged him.

“Dady is awake?” between the shock and the pleasure.

Sigit did not answer. He turned his gaze towards the door and looked at Disa who was standing in the distance.

“What are you doing there?” sigit asked with a sharp look fixed on Disa.

Kean who was standing beside Disa, immediately approached Disa then grasped the trembling hand of Disa. Her face was tense and deathly pale, like this girl was still very surprised by Sigit's consciousness plus the question that made him not dare to move from his place.

“She's my wife. Of course he is here.” Answer Kean firmly. He prepared to face Sigit if Sigit did something unpleasant to his wife.

Sigit only smiled faintly and looked at Kean sharply. “Your wife?” ask Sigit.

Sigit's question made his heart seem to stop beating. Sharp and piercing. His legs felt instantly limp at the question. Should he be prepared for another rejection?

*****