Marry The Heir
Time flies

Paris, 4 years later

On one of the chairs at the Castle cafe, a woman sits down and sips warm chocolate from her cup. The eifel tower which was only a few hundred meters away became a sight that he could enjoy right now. Before him was a sketchbook he was scribbling, representing what was on his mind at the moment.

Beautiful woman with a stroler on her right side where a little toddler is sleeping comfortably.

Without feeling Disa has spent more than 2 years in this city to pursue her dream of becoming a designer.

“Women who strive for their ideals are no longer about pursuing an ambition but because demanding knowledge is an obligation to increase the quality of their lives as a woman, wife and of course a mother.”

The phrase that makes Disa dare to take the decision to study in the city of the world fashion center, Paris with the company of her little baby, Bayanaka Adkesa Malik Hardjoyo.

It felt like it was only yesterday when she decided to take her scholarship after one year she was delayed due to her pregnancy. At that time her son was only one year old when Disa decided to leave for Paris to continue her study.

Still vividly remembered how the days he had to go through by learning design and taking care of his little Naka. Assisted by a part-time nanny who takes care of Naka while Disa studies while the rest of her own takes care of Naka. Lucky Naka is a smart child, he seemed to understand the difficulties of his mother and never fuss.

Staying away from her husband did not make her feel lonely because this little baby seemed to be an encouragement and a tired-wasting solace as she faced many exams as a design student. If you remember how he conquered a difficult time during those two years, it should feel if he feels proud of the achievements he got at this time.

And today, he recalls his experience of more than 2 years. Bitter sweetness, happy sadness is stored in a picture he made on a sketchbook. Pictures of him, Kean and of course his son, Naka.

In the face of the sleeping toddler then he rubbed his head and kissed the shoots of his head with love.

“Thank you for being a smart mama nakanya .” Lirih Disa with a raised smile.

The presence of Naka is like giving Disa a new life. She was weak during pregnancy but became a much stronger woman after Naka was born. Yes, that's the magic of a mother. Many things are unexpected and never thought that he could be someone stronger after having children.

From a distance, a tall woman walked over. Clara, the woman who always managed to attract the attention of many people towards him. He stepped elegantly, took off his glasses and put them on his head. Not forgetting he flicked his hair made brown, matching the color of his skin white.

“Kean same marcel already on the way here, he said they just finished taking care of our luggage.” Said Clara who seemed to have just finished calling Marcel.

“Udah sent to the goods airport?” asked Disa while offering a drink ordered by Clara a few minutes ago.

“Udah, just wait for our flight hours this afternoon.” sat in front of Disa, along warm his palms with a wall of hot cups.

Autumn winds are always cooler in Paris. Hot drinks are cold too fast.

“What time is this, naka is still not awake as well.” Clara looked at the 3-year-old toddler sleeping on the stroller. Very anxious to see the child who has a dominant face like this Kean.

“He slept really bad. Joking all night with papa, kangen like.” He was able to look at his son, then rub his head gently.

“How does not miss its discovery almost once a month, fortunately he did not forget the same father.” Cetus Clara chuckled at the end of her sentence.

Disa smiled faintly. If you remember the time they spent in Paris for almost 3 years, it is enough to make his heart break. Going when Naka was only about a year old and once a month Kean came to visit them.

Although when Kean came to stay for a week but still, Naka always look for his papa when they were just two. Truly, Disa felt very lucky when all those difficulties felt so easy and sweet to pass when loved ones supported her choice.

But today, all that longing will be cured. Disa is about to go home and Kean accidentally picks her up to make sure everything is smooth and safe on his way home.

“Udah do not think, anyway we want to go home this. Are you still at home here?” Clara tried to divert the conversation. Reminding Disa of her LDR must have made this woman feel guilty towards her family.

“No Claire, I want to go home. I want to regroup with my family.” Disa clasped Naka's clenched hand and kissed her.

“Can I shadow, aunt rini must be very fond. But if you guys meet me, I will be bothered later.”

“Kalo don't want to bother, so be pepet nyulai. Not that your time is up to chase everything?” Disa reminded Clara of the promise that she said she would only spend 3 years to pursue her career, after which she would get married. And it's the fourth year.

“Hem, this Saturday marcel plans to meet me. I also do not want to hang long as a gini kayak. I added anjir, not as fast as before. There began to be wrinkles on my face.” touch the corner of his eyes that felt began to have faint wrinkles.

“Hahhahaa..” Clara and Disa laugh together.

“Ya but om marcel love dies with you, want you peot or gray hair also make her the most beautiful one you.” Praise Disa for encouraging Clara.

“Can only lo!” Clara brushed her hair gracefully. This is her style when she is laughing at her beauty.

“By the way, I want to make clothes for my wedding. Yes consider this the last contract before you free cooperation with anyone.” Pinta Clara suddenly.

For more than 3 years working with Disa, there have been many things that Clara achieved. About popularity has not been asked, his face is increasingly often on billboards advertising and adorn the cover of fashion magazines at home and abroad. That 3-year time really brought Clara to the pinnacle of success.

“Boleh, later I make the design, you see if there is less or not.” Disa. For years making clothes for the model, of course he already knows what Clara tastes like.

"But you're ready for the same fashion show plan invite marcha?" Clara reminded Disa's promise to participate in the fashion show held by Mareta's foundation.

"Udah. I make 18 clothes for later." he said.

"good. This is a good start for you to see your clothes made in the country. I'm sure many like, especially many people who know the same work you."

"Aamiin, I hope so." He gulped his drink again before it got cold. Clara was right, this was the new beginning of her life as a designer. Although he still needs to learn a lot but feel proud to show the quality of the design he has at this time it does not hurt.

“Papa..” Little Naka's voice sounded hoarse, apparently the baby boy was already awake.

“Hey baby, want auty cradle? Your papah has not come.” Deftly Clara approached and stretched out her hand to hold Naka.

“No!” Naka was wrestling with thin lips like she was about to cry.

"Father,.." whining.

Right no, what he was looking for the first time must be his father.

“This is dear, same mom. Please come back dateng.” Disa carried Naka and hugged her.

“Ganteng really mamah son wake up gini.” He rewarded Naka with a lot of anxious kisses. Little Naka laughed in amusement, making Disa more excited to kiss her son.

Clara became fixated with her hands propping up her chin, looking at the engrossed Disa smelling her son. Why does a scene like this always look beautiful and make her envious?

“When can I think of this huh?” Clara murmured in her heart.

Not long heard the sound of footsteps approaching, “Hey, kok daydreaming!” marcel's voice is heard and he kisses Clara's head.

“Wah cepet also. Where to?”

“Tuh!” pointing at Kean who was behind him, carrying a goody bag in his hand.

“Tuh papah dear, let's call.” Disa.

Naka immediately squirms asking to come down. “Fuck!” yells.

Disa let her son down and ran over to Kean. Looking at Kean who was crouching down and stretching out his arms, his little footsteps only got faster.

“Lo nempel son is very much like his father.” Clara looked at Naka who was running towards Kean.

“These are very similar, the nature is also not much different.” Timpal Disa, smiling looking at the child and her husband who is engrossed in embracing each other.

"She's got him in your belly!" ledek Clara who laughed amusedly made Disa laugh. True, everything in Naka is very similar to his papa. Only his whining resembled Disa.

Seen Kean pulled something out of the goody bag he was carrying, cars and balls. Naka soared in excitement and immediately sat on the ground playing his cars.

“Hem.” Clara happily followed without releasing herself from Marcel's embrace beside her.

“I want that kayak.” Clara's whine sees Kean's little family interactions.

“Coming soon.” Timpal Marcel as he kissed Clara's head.

In one corner of the park the Eifel Tower is currently located. Naka is free to run after the ball played by Kean and Marcel while Disa sits on the park bench with Clara. They also look at the excitement of the father, son and young grandfather who is busy playing ball. Until then the sound of the phone call paused Disa's mind.

A video call from Shafira apparently. “Assalamu’alaikum fir,” greet Disa when Shafira's face appears.

“Wa’alaikum salam.” Shafira's voice sounds boisterous among the sounds of music.

“You're again where is fir, how does it look like a real race?” almost every day his sister-in-law makes video calls just to ask the news and see Naka, his favorite nephew.

“I'll be careful to perform later in the afternoon. There is also kak reza.” Shafira points her phone at Reza who is playing her piano.

“That kid plays the same piano mulu, don't find her girl?” cynical Clara.

“Hahahaha..” Shafira laughs instead. He walked over to Reza and pointed his phone at Reza's face.

“Kak in tanya kak clara nih.” Shafira.

“Hay Claire! Again where?” greet Reza. He sat next to Shafira.

“Again in paris, pick up at naka. Still feel at home in England? No intention of going home lo?” cerocos Clara on her best friend.

“Come back I'm the same fira. Flight when do we deck?” ask Shafira.

“We went home from performing this afternoon. So hold the kangennya yaa..” sahut shafira who smiles happily.

Disa just smiled at the behavior of Shafira who stuck out her tongue, softened.

“Hay sa, you came home today too?” Reza asked Disa.

Since Reza and Shafira went to England, they have been communicating more often. Precisely because of Shafira who tried so that there was no more awkwardness between Disa and Reza.

“Iya brother. O yes, he said aunt nita has been preparing a celebration for kak reza if you go home.” Remembering the message Nita sent last night.

“Hahhaa.. Jaa.. Mamah ngajak kita barbeque-an in the gallery. This kid's idea anyway.” Reza nudged Shafira's arm intentionally.

“But, beat me again. Kan kak reza who wants to deketin aunt nita same mom lecturer. I'm giving you the idea of doang.” Timpal Shafira did not accept.

“Heh, which lecturer's mom? How do I not know?!” Clara instantly took over Disa's phone, staring intently at Reza.

“That's loh brother Claire, ma'am pretty lecturer. *Sh*e said, I'm waiting for you on the day of boundary longing, where when we meet all the sedu will be erased making us not hesitate to unite. Eaaaaa!!!” ledek Shafira remembers the message Ellen sent to Reza.

“Whisper you!” Reza curled Shafira's neck with his sturdy arms.

“Issh brother rezaa... uhuk! Uhuk!” Shafira knocks Reza's hand to release him.

“Lo have girls? Which one the hell is it?!” Clara's getting curious. While Disa just smiles, it turns out that Ellen is still the only one for Reza.

“Later I knew, hahaha.. Eh bentar, there was a call, brother reza used to say.” Shafira gives her phone to Reza and goes straight to answer the call on the other phone.

“Za, why don't you tell me anything the same? Which lecturer mom?” Clara was still curious.

“Later also you know.” Reza hesitated to explain. He looked at Disa who was just smiling faintly.

“Why not now? You don't feel the same way? She's married, has a child, are you?!” Clara begins to talk about the past.

“Claire!” quickly Can elbow clara.

During this time Clara has become a close friend of Disa in addition to being a business partner. No one expected, Disa and Clara who previously like water and fire could even be thick friends like sister brother. Clara also helped Disa a lot while in Paris. Very often he suddenly came to Paris when there was no work just to help Disa take care of Naka.

And at this time, although Shafira always tried to make Disa and Reza mediocre, it turns out that both of them can not behave as usual as before. There is always something stuck, maybe because Reza left with disappointment because Disa refused him to go so many times. If this time Reza returned to Ellen, maybe since long ago Ellen was the woman who was suitable to accompany Reza.

“Later I know, bothered very lo!” That's all Reza said.

“Yes, beware if you are lying!” threaten Clara's.

“Mama!!” yelled Naka calling Disa.

“Yes darling!!” Isa turned around immediately.

“Play with me.” His shouting.

Disa smiled while showing her son the symbol ok. “I live first yes brother, please continue with Claire.” Pamit Disa to Reza.

“Iya sa, greetings for naka.” His ideal.

Disa gave her thumbs up and immediately ran over to her son and husband.

“Anyone wants to drink?” Disa shows Naka a bottle of drink.

“AKU!” exclaiming Naka who immediately ran towards Disa.

“Okey, just calm baby..” opened the bottle of the drink and directly sipped by Naka.

Kean Iku approached, sitting beside Disa. His breathing was still breathless after accompanying Naka to play.

“Nih drink aa.” Disa gave Kean a bottle of water.

“Please love.” Kean immediately sipped his drink to quench his thirst.

She looked at her husband who was sweating. Her jakun who moved up and down while sipping a drink wrapped in sweat that soaked her neck, always made Disa feel lucky to see this handsome creature in front of her eyes. Not wanting the others to see, he took out a sheet of tissue to wipe Kean's sweat.

“Then his energy is like never ending sa. I'm getting overwhelmed.” Watching his son pick up the ball and kick himself. While Marcel was already KO and sitting on the edge of the park while enjoying a drink brought by Clara.

“Yes a, he's active again. Everyone wants him to Cobain. Manekin who is at home aja he ajakin fight, he said ‘Kage Bunshin no Jutsu’ hahaha..” Can be remembered when Naka demonstrated one of the moves of his favorite card character, Naruto.

“Nothing, let him try all, as long as it is harmless to him and still under our supervision. Don't until later he's banned from being even like me.”

“Yes, I agree. Just supervision we have to be extra, he is too active and creative until sometimes I am confused when he can already be like that just keep cepet really gedenya.”

“He is, he is our son. Adkesa, the son of kean and dia, it is not wrong if he is sinter and creative. hahaha.” laughs proudly, he quotes one word on the long name Naka.

“Iya, he's our son.” Disa so leaned her head against Kean's shoulder while looking at Naka who was engrossed in playing.

Just like this is enough. Looking at the healthy Naka, growing up well and of course with the husband who is always beside her.

Enough for Disa to be so grateful for what she has now.

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