Marry The Heir
Fashion show

Official fashion show week in the title. Every designer is busy with his preparations backstage, preparing everything to look perfect. Reserved with 8 models each of which uses 2 looks to be displayed. Clara and Marisa are the main models, each wearing formal and casual clothes.

Tropical is a theme taken by Disa. he blends light and pastel colors on the clothes he made. The combination of colors that he uses is like a painting that is suitable for women with light or dark skin.

Time felt so fast when he had to effect it as much as possible. He was hoping for anxiety waiting for the turn of the models to bend on the catwalk. After the show from the other designers was finished, it was Naomi's turn, the first model to show her clothes for a few minutes in front of a crowd.

“Dek, quiet little. You sit down first, while drinking.” Mila offered a cold drink to calm the stressed-looking Disa.

Of course, who does not stress when the results of his work will be seen by many people with a variety of tastes and expectations. Not do not believe in his own work but the seniors who have been used to following events like this are certainly more confident than Disa who just crawled into the world of design.

“I'm not really excited, what if my design is not interesting for the people here?” while drinking cold coffee with a straw, Disa asked Mila. Look at her face that looks tense.

“Hus, you don't think weird. Everyone has their own taste and judgment with a work of art. You try to do your best so you have to be confident. Look, your model is just confident in the same clothes they wear, when you do not believe it anyway?” Mila rubbed Disa's back to calm her down.

The habit of overthinking her young lady is indeed quite disturbing at this time. There's too much fear.

“Sa, in appeal to me and the other models, you must first believe the same results of your work. Udah, you are calm aja.” Clara reminded. Seeing Disa who was very stressed He was not hearty. His facial expression was similar to the time he first took the stage, pale the same.

Unable to agree, assuring that these two people were right, he had to be confident in his own work. To calm himself Disa tried to regulate the breath to remove the tension, although not entirely lost. He said that tension is still needed to make us always vigilant, but it should not be this much.

“Bismillah.. May everything be smooth, aamiin..” muttered Disa who then rubbed her face.

“Aamiin..” reply Mila and Clara together make Disa can smile with relief.

The sound of music changes which indicates that the team Disa must start the step. His heart broke as Naomi took her first steps on the catwalk and was greeted by claps and camera flashes that captured every moment.

“Tropical by paradisa Sandhya.” Said the MC of the show with the name Disa which was plastered on the big screen which became the stage background.

Adrenalin Disa like a bang, “Yes Allah..” softened, clasped tightly Mila's hand, he really needs a grip.

“It’s okay deck.” Mila clasped back while patting Disa's hands cheering.

A little peek inside the stage and Naomi began to pose in front of the stage, following the steps of the second model who approached and prepared to pose, aarrgghh it felt like Disa wanted to cry to see her own work on display.

He used to be one of the spectators sitting in the front seat of the stage. His heart rumbled because he felt very excited after seeing the works displayed in front of him. But this time, he displayed the work in front of many people. His feelings are more explosive, a mixture of tension, pleasure, pride and other feelings that he has never felt before.

In the past when in Paris, he often followed fashion shows like this. Only, he became a support team. Even if he is the main person who exhibits his work, the scope of people who see this show is limited, only the lecturers with some fashion observers invited. But this time, more and more pairs of eyes were looking and he became his central figure, unimaginable before.

“Dek, let's get ready to jerk off again naomi down, we have to help her change clothes.” Mila's voice was like an alarm that roused her from her own mind.

“Jeez, yes brother. I'm even gawking.” Disa immediately moved to the exit and waited for Naomi.

They don't have much time, just a few minutes. After Naomi goes down, she immediately helps Naomi to change clothes. Wear accessories and all their equipment.

“Soquate naomi.” Not to forget he thrust boots with a right of 7 cm to perfect the appearance of Naomi.

“Still brother.” Naomi immediately changed her shoes while re-examining the earrings she wore.

After Naomi finished preparing, Disa looked at the beautiful girl. “Thank you, it was amazing naomi, good job! Now the second, bismillah.” he rubbed Naomi's arm to encourage.

“Still brother. I have to go!” Naomi pointed at the entrance to prepare again.

“Yaps! Spirit!” exclaiming Disa clenched her hand.

“Okey, spirit!” reply Naomi.

The girl walked quickly to the entrance again to demonstrate the second look.

Just a few moments Disa looked at his back away, “Teh, ayok!” shafira's voice broke her daydream.

“Okey!” it turned out that his sister was done with her first appearance. He immediately helps Shafira change clothes.

That is what he did to all his models until the last appearance of his two queen namely Clara and Marissa.

The clapping sound grew louder and louder. “Be ready de, you will go on stage.” Mila reminded.

He immediately flipped his body facing him to tidy up the look of Disa. Giving a brush of powder, thicken lipstick on the lips Disa who was exhausted because of being licked when he was panicked and last tense he patted the arm Disa then rubbed it.

“We have walked so far, it's time you appear in front of many people and show what the figure of a young woman who owns beautiful and inspiring works. Spirit!!!” lirih Mila's.

Disa's eyes became teary-eyed at hearing Mila's words. “Still brother.” Sluggishly. Mila's got a nod for sure.

Can also turn his team-mates, “Still everything.” His impression while staring at 4 coworkers who have worked hard.

They nodded while smiling at Disa's words.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome paradisa Sandhya.” MC call that makes Disa sigh deeply before stepping her feet on stage.

The sound of claps greeted him, making a different feeling in Disa. Clara greeted her with a bouquet of flowers, “Thanks Claire.” Lirih Disa with choked breath holding haru.

“You’re welcome.” Clara took him to the center of the stage, gathering with other models.

“Thank you.” Said Disa while bowing in reverence, holding her hands together in front of her chest.

The sound of claps grew louder, making him feel deeply moved.

“Mama,” exclaim Naka from ahead there.

The little boy in the dress up wearing a suit looks adorable as he smiles at Disa. He was in Kean's arms waving his hand at Disa. I think this moment doesn't want to end.

“Thank you allah..” Inner Disa with gratitude immeasurably.

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After the fashion show, from one of the rooms there was the sound of Shafira who was busy chattering. Apparently he just finished with his task of bringing two clothes for him to show in front of everyone.

There was Reza who accompanied him while feeding him with food from the lunch box made by Nita.

“Tadi pas put on the first shirt, I almost sprained tau kak, so nervous. Just so I don't fall. If the sample falls, fight to be taro where my face tries.” His words that shook his head were not out of thought when he remembered the incident earlier. Round and round he swallowed the food in his mouth once and then smiled amusedly remembering his own stupidity.

“That's because you don't focus.” Reza returned to feed him carefully. According to Shafira's message, she did not want to eat it with her lips, for fear of removing her lisptick.

“Hahhaha. After I was very tense, it was so different to be on stage to sing the same to make clothes. Awkward to know what it feels like.” He chattered with his mouth full of food.

“Why should everything be awkward? Kan di already pesen, clothes show in your own way.” Reza offered a drinking bottle that had been given a straw so that Shafira could easily drink from his hands.

Shafira already wanted to answer but she had to drink to get food into her stomach. Look at his rounded eyes and his neck that moves up and down as he swallows his drink.

“Ahhh...” relieved as it seems.

“Iyaa, but other than singing, I never felt that I was beautiful. Hahahha..” he laughed.

“Who said? You were beautiful earlier.” Bela Reza returned to feed the food.

“Oh yes, bener?” Shafira held Reza's hand, grasping it so as not to continue stuffing food into her mouth. His fixed gaze asked for an answer.

“Hem, you are beautiful kok.” Reza really meant it.

“Hem, tumbens! Usually brother reza sneered at me cheek round!” shafira snorted angrily as she shook Reza's hand and folded her hand in front of her chest.

“Yes I said you said round cheek, not in ugly girl!” reza could have been. Not to forget he returned to feed food to Shafira's mouth which this time received with pleasure.

Shafira's eyes were glaring. His mouth full of food smiled. Reza could also praise him.

While Reza just smiled thinly. Sitting leaned back in her place while looking at Shafira. This little girl has started to grow up with a beautiful face.

“What's clay!” Shafira shook her hands in front of Reza's face.

Reza just chuckled and rubbed Shafira's head in a fit of anxiety. For a moment the girl was silent, looking into the eyes of Reza who was in front of her a few seconds later turned her face away. At the touch of his chest that so fluttered irregularly when the sight of the two met.

A strange feeling made his heart feel unsafe enough, just as he had felt while dancing with Reza on the beach the other day. Why these?

“Tok-tok-tok!” the sound of knocking on the door made the two of them shocked.

“Sorry, I bother ya?” Ellen who was more surprised when she saw the shocked faces of the two people before her.

“Ellen? Login.” Reza stood up to greet him.

“Hay za,” Ellen and Reza kissed left and right cheeks and somehow Shafira reflexively turned her face away from what she saw. His heart was more insecure, pounding irregularly and making him feel a little nauseous.

“This must be shafira huh?” ask Ellen later. He stretched out his hand with the friendly smile he showed.

“I-iya.” The hands of the two met shaking each other for a few seconds. Apparently this is the beautiful lecturer Ma'am Reza once told me about. It is very beautiful and looks mature. It was only natural that Reza ever praised him wholeheartedly. Its calm and graceful carrying certainly makes many men want to invite her to a household. Including Reza, right?

“You are beautiful, as reza told me.” Praise Ellen, looking at Shafira with admiration.

“Still brother. Sister ellen is also beautiful.” Shafira glanced at the smiling Reza as she looked at him, making her misbehave.

Reza said, Ellen is very friendly. He said it was different from the Ellen he first knew. Shafira recalls Reza's story about the mother of one child. Did Reza really tell Ellen about herself?

“Again, eat?” Ellen pointed to the lunchbox that was in Reza's hands.

“Oh, yes. This fira hasn't eaten since morning. He said he didn't want his stomach to go out. That's why I forced a bribe he let me eat.” I'm Reza who is understood by Ellen.

I don't know why Shafira feels that things are starting to get uncomfortable. Awkward and pissed him off.

“Kak reza nih, I can eat by myself.” Shafira begins to realize her position is not willing to make a misunderstanding. He took the lunchbox and spoon from Reza's hand and bribed a spoonful of food and chewed it violently.

“See? I can do it myself. Sometimes he likes lebay sis, consider me a child!” kilah Shafira's. She does not want Ellen to feel uncomfortable with the interaction she and Reza.

But somehow the taste of this food suddenly changed. Like there was a mixture of pebbles that made it difficult for Shafira to swallow.

“Dih, earlier said he did not want to get a lipstick because it has not been a photo together. Here, the straws!” Reza rubbed the remaining oil in the corner of the Shafira seedling, making the girl stunned, confused between wanting to avoid or how to.

Ellen turned her face away smiling when she saw what Reza was doing to the beautiful girl she said was like her own sister.

“You're a good brother.” Ogre Ellen. Either in earnest or just a form of satire. Clearly, the atmosphere of the room even more awkward.

“Em, I'm out first! Fear of waiting. Sister Reza finished her meal. Sample thanks I'm with aunt nita.” Dunking the lunchbox and spoon in Reza's hand.

“I stay yes brother, seneng can meet brother.” The Shafira he was referring to Ellen.

The girl passed after Ellen nodded. He felt this was better, letting people who had long wanted to see each other then be together. Wait, why is he upset?

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