Marry The Heir
Alone

“Dek,” call Mila while Disa is focusing on her mannequin. Pair the pattern on the mannequin's body before it sutures entirely.

“Iya sis,” her gaze instantly turned on the fat-bodied woman who walked quickly up to him.

“You're not wrong with this?” he showed an ipad in his hand in front of Disa. The official website of the boutique he showed.

“Udah sold yes brother? Everything?” his eyes immediately rounded when he saw that the clothes he advertised last night were almost sold out, only 1 gold color remained.

“Udah. But why are you selling below your usual price?” mila's face looked displeased, she looked at Disa full of annoyance.

“Hah? That's because?” Disa became shocked by Mila's current attitude.

“Because we are less money so you are reckless selling the dress that you make hard?” timpal Mila quickly.

Disa was fixated in her place shocked by Mila's words that seemed to attack her but then she nodded.

“Why do you have to believe this anyway? Why don't you tell me first, we have a discussion or what? Is it because you feel that these clothes and boutiques have you so you immediately mutusin this one-sided?” mila's voice sounded louder than usual.

“Hah, no kak.” It was completely confused. Last night he was panicking so he didn't talk about it with Mila.

“You know not the result of your reckless actions?” pause Mila quickly.

Disa just fell silent, looked at Mila then shook her head.

“Gosh! I guessed.” Mila grunted in annoyance. Mila's emphatic, sometimes more dominant carrier than Disa. It doesn't really matter because Disa does need a typical Mila who can protect her.

But seeing his current fury, would there be such a huge effect if he sold the dress below the price? Disa was stunned, trying to understand Mila's anger.

“With all due respect, young lady, can you not be this naive?" asked Mila fieryly.

"Look! Many of our customers who send messages to me why suddenly miss selling dress under the price.” Shows the page of his message that is filled with many incoming messages and only a few that Mila opened but he has not answered.

“They feel lost exclusive image of the shirt that miss made!”

“Yes I know it's the right lady to sell clothes that miss made. Miss who designs, miss who sews and miss may sell. It's just, please think of a buyer psychologist."

"What we do now is not only showing the lady a designer whose quality of work is good - good but we are also branding. Instill in the mind of the buyer if the clothes made by the lady are exclusive.”

“That's why I always say that miss gives details on every shirt that miss made. What does it mean, yes so that people feel special wearing the clothes that miss made. But now?”

Mila long times wide times high nagging Disa. He seemed to not care if the one before him was his young miss, not just his work partner.

“Why is this careless miss?” ask Mila at the end.

“Gosh..” Disa could only rub her face rough and cupped her face bowed in front of Mila.

“I didn't think that far, brother.” Lirih Disa was desperate.

“Good! That's because the lady decided everything herself. Or maybe the lady does not need me here to just discuss the problems faced by the boutique. If so, I can go.” Mila put the ipad in her hand on the table and then came out of the room Disa.

“What?” Disa's panicking. In his swallow the saliva was rough while looking at Mila who came out of his room with anger.

“Gosh brother, I didn't mean it.” Seru Disa cried with a cry that almost broke. He chases Mila to the door but Mila does not chim in let alone turn around. He would rather take his bag and lock his car and go somewhere.

Disa only saw Mila from the window of her room who left without saying anything. Like this woman was very angry at what Disa was doing.

“Jesus there, what are you doing.” Lirih Disa asked herself.

He sat down in his work chair while cupping his face with a furrowed forehead that felt dizzy. Honestly because of the panic he did not think about this. He just knew he had to do something to cover the lack of costs in the boutique with his own business.

Yes his own efforts until then Mila angry because it felt not considered.

Disa was pensive in her place for a long time, thinking about what Mila said and it was true.

During Disa's trip to Paris, Mila never left this boutique. He does not want to lose customers and as much as possible contact Disa if Disa can accept design requests from customers or not. During this time Mila respected him a lot and noticed Disa who sometimes looks exhausted when having to make a dress design between her tasks that accumulate.

"Sir, I can handle it here, you calm down. If you're tired, we can get off first." that's what Mila used to say to her. Honestly, he was very touched by Mila's great concern for him.

Then when he returned to this boutique, he and Mila had decided that the first step they would do for this small business was with branding. Not only determine the benchmark price that he gives to consumers but give an exclusive impression on every design that Can be made by giving distinctive details only done by Disa.

Disa's decision last night to sell 6 clothes without providing design details on her website especially without talking about it with Mila in advance a little bit did affect the thinking of consumers who are accustomed to using her services.

Disa does not know the strategy of doing business and it is not wrong that Mila said that he was too naive and rushed to make decisions so that he did not think about the impact on other consumers. He did not even have the lure of flash sale for clothes sold below their usual price.

Mila was right and she deserved to be angry.

“Gosh how should I go?” he moved out of his place thinking about what he had done. His mind was deadlocked just to fix the mess he had made.

Not long heard the sound of an approaching car engine in the aftercare of the sound of a brake in the boutique yard.

It was Kean who then got out of the car and with his long strides got into the boutique. Disa noticed his face was very unfriendly and Disa rushed to greet him. He rubbed his face hoping that his face would change a little.

“Aa? How to tumben afternoon-afternoon to here?” Cana grabbed Kean's hand that she was about to salami and then he kissed while watching her husband's cold face.

“We need to talk.” Said Kean who went straight into the working room Disa.

“Iya, how a?” Disa followed Kean's long steps in a hurry.

What the hell is this? Was Kean angry with her too?

Kean took off his suit button, loosening his tie like trying to free himself from the knotted cloth that strangled him.

“I denger you sell your collection under price for less money?” talking to Kean was indeed no pleasantry term. Directly on the topic.

“I-iya. That,” Disa was again surprised by Kean's expression that looked angry.

“Why? Why didn't you tell me that hah?” the question is firm and contains disappointment.

“That's because,” Disa was at a loss for words. His mind was suddenly blank since Mila was angry especially now Kean who needed an explanation.

“You feel it's your own effort so you don't have to tell me this kind of problem? Or do you feel that I am not worthy to be a discussion friend?” a sentence of disappointment that was not much different from what Mila said to him.

“It's not a, I can clear. I beg you to sit down first, let's talk slowly.” Disa grabbed Kean's hand which she sat with on the sofa.

Kean followed Disa's request but he still looked annoyed.

“A, I did sell some of my collection because it takes a fee for accommodation I attended this Saturday fashion show. But I don't mean bad let alone to think that aa is not worthy of being a discussion friend.” He tried to speak slowly.

“But what are you doing now? Until this morning you said nothing. Our time last night was long, you could tell that you were in trouble. Why do you just shut up and take your own steps?”

“You did not forget that we are husband and wife? You also do not forget the principle that we will always communicate and be open with whatever we face?"

"But for a matter of this magnitude I even have to know from others. Why are you so selfish now? You want to show me that you are capable of being alone and don't need me?” kean's question turned out to be more difficult to answer than Mila's question, making Disa only fixated with tears that began to drip.

“You know what, in your mind when you ask others for help you always think of it as humbling yourself. Your self-esteem is too high even against the people around you, including me.”

“I must admit, you are independent, you can be responsible for what you do but for the current condition of us who are married, you are very selfish.”

“Almost 3 years we LDR was not enough to make you realize that communication is important. For anything. And those 3 years are not enough to make you understand that I respect you and never think that you are inferior by asking for my help or just asking for my opinion. Is it very difficult to talk to me, hem?” kean's voice began to sound low but full of emphasis.

Disa is speechless. She bit her own lips to hold back her crying so as not to break even more. He does not think far, he is too accustomed to doing everything himself, responsible for what he decides until he forgets that in a family there is a term to share the burden.

Not to burden each other but to strengthen them and show that caring for the people around them is important in making decisions. Could forget that.

“I'm sorry a, a-I really didn't think up to it.” Light of Disa with tears.

Kean turned his face away from Disa, his breathing sounding heavy like this man was very disappointed.

“I need time, you need time too. If you feel that you can face everything yourself, go ahead. Maybe I do not need to interfere with whatever your decision and our relationship is,” Kean sighed in pausing the sentence he held to continue.

“Not enough means for you.” He turned away as he moved from his place.

Kean left just like that leaving Disa who was stirring in place with a dead-end mind. One thing he realized right now, Kean was right and he was wrong.

“Why am I like this?” Cana asked herself. Really, he's totally dead-end.

*****

That day, Disa did come home a little late. The amount of work holds Disa in the boutique. He tried to continue his work even though his mind was not careless after arguing with Mila and quarreling with Kean.

Today, he had made the two people nearby feel let down by the penniless steps he had taken. Until the time to go home from work even Mila did not return to the boutique and Disa did not have the courage to contact him first because she realized that he was wrong. He does not involve the closest person he can talk to before making a big decision.

Feeling that he has something does not necessarily make him have the right to do everything at will. As it happens now, Mila's offence may be because they feel they are not considered by Disa when all this time they think of many things together for the boutique he manages.

In a taxi, I got home. When the gate opened there was no sight of Kean's car parked in the yard and the garage was slightly open. Her husband did not come home.

“Goodnight young miss.” Greet Tina as she opens the door for Disa. He took Disa's briefcase for her to carry.

“Night na.” His voice sounded weak and not too excited.

“Kok deserted na? Where are people?” Looking around the deserted house. There was no sound of laughter Sigit or chattering Naka who usually welcomed Disa home.

“Lord and big lady are taking little young master for a walk. If the young master has not returned, miss.” Bright Tina. It is worth it that the house is very quiet.

“Nona wants dinner now?” hail the girl then.

“Em no, I'm not hungry.” No appetite exactly.

Disa sat her body on the stairs to her room and contacted Kean. But several times making calls, there was no answer from her husband. He also tried to contact Arini, the same, not answered.

“A, aa still in the office? Home what time?” finally the message was sent Disa to Kean. Last seen her husband 2 hours ago. It was doubtful that Kean would reply to his message especially when he was angry like this.

Expect to sit on the stairs, it's been 10 minutes and Kean really did not reply to the message, read no. His feelings began to be unsettled. Between sadness and annoyance at himself.

Diverting his grief, Disa tries to contact Shafira. Shafira doesn't take long to answer her phone.

“Ya tea.” It was true that within seconds Shafira's voice was heard.

“Fira again where is deck?” dissa's voice rang out holding back the cries, finally there was a house person he could talk to.

“Em, I'm on again outside the same brother reza, there's practice. What's the matter, why is his voice hoarse?” shafira's anxiety was clearly heard there.

“Nothing kok.” When asked like this, her tears actually fell. He slightly moved his phone away, wiping away tears and nose that almost came down so as not to hear Shafira.

“Is it really okay?”

“Hem.” Short he replied, sighing deeply to expel the kedondong seeds that felt sore stuck in his neck.

“Fira when to go home, still long?” He was looking like a child. He really needs a friend to talk to.

“Still old as tea, this is just about to start training.” Some days Shafira does say there is a project with her band and Reza.

“Yes already, do not go home malem-malem yes. Ask reza who nganter, don't go home alone."

“Iyaa, I'll be in anterin. Yes already, I continue training first yes, this kasian temen-men waitin.”

“Okey, bye.” Cana stopped the phone. He looked at the flat object, saw the message he sent but not yet read Kean. Her husband was really angry.

Alone in a house this big, feels right. Especially when she was fighting with her husband, like she did not know where to go. Finally he just bowed, propping up his head with his arms crossed over his thighs and his tears that he tried to endure slowly broke back. He cannot be alone and lonely like this.

Tina who was watching from a distance, approached. “Nona, do you want me to take you to the room? Maybe resting in the room would be better.” Tina Tawar.

Disa raised her head, slightly turning her face away from Tina who was looking at her worriedly. Her tears slowly so as not to be too puffy.

“Papah sama mamah said not coming home at what time?” after he calmed down, he remembered his son.

“I don't know miss, earlier the big master asked directly mr. Marwan who drove them for a walk. Even bu kinar, nina and wita also come.” Bright Tina.

Squeezed to the taste of Disa's body, everyone really went to just rest him and Tina.

“You want me to ask them where Miss is?” Tina took out the phone from her apron pocket.

“Hem, try asking. Not usually mamah ngabarin kayak gini.”

Tina began to contact Nina and soon the call was answered.

“Na, where else?” Tina spoke half a whisper.

“Oh again around. Where are you going now?”

“This is young lady nanya. Try sharelock, who knows young lady wants to follow.” Afraid Tina glanced at Disa.

“Okey, thanks.” Tina hung up the phone and smiled at Disa.

“Say Nina they entered the nona toll road, this nina sent the location.” Tina showed her phone a map on Disa.

Disa can't guess where Arini's going to take Naka. “You want me to follow naka? I don't want to be alone at home.” Desa's whining makes Tina not bear.

“Good miss, let's go. I'll get you a jacket for miss.” Tina with spirit.

“Iya thank you.”

Disa decides to follow Naka. Luckily Nina and Wita came along so he could ask their current positions. For Disa this is better than being alone in the house accompanied by guilt.

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