Marry The Heir
Family squabble

“PLAK!!!” a loud slap greeted Shafira upon arrival at the mouth of the door.

“Mas!” liana shouted while holding Sigit's hand.

His firm, clenching hands were still floating in the air about to smash the next slap. Shafira fell staggered on the floor, with a dizzy head and ears buzzing loudly.

He held onto his left cheek which was throbbing pain, with a seep of blood at the corner of his lips.

“Not satisfied you humiliated this family huh?!” shouted Sigit with barking eyes.

It seemed like he was ready to swallow back his daughter who had let him down.

“Until when will you be like this? Just do the trick, make friends with the wrong people and now what, drugs? That's what you're doing now huh?”

Sigit bowed, pulling Shafira's hair making his face look up at Sigit's face. He grimaced with the pain in his head. Like his hair will look all over because of Sigit's hand pull.

“Mas, enough! Stop!” Liana shouted back. He tried to remove the grip of Sigit's hand from his daughter's hair that seemed to grimace in pain.

“Shut up! You are the same! You cannot properly educate your child!” this time it was Liana who received the Sigit murkana.

“Iya mas, I am indeed not a good mother, but I beg you not to treat fira like this.” isak Liana who rests at the feet of Sigit.

He still held Sigit's left hand to remove the grip of his right hand from Shafira's hair.

“Awh!” lirih Shafira as Sigit shook his hand violently.

“Darling, you gag anything right?” Liana immediately approached Shafira and tried to hug her.

Shafira. He would rather stand up and ignore his mother.

“Since when do you guys care about me? Since when do you guys care who I meet, who I'm friends with, what I do and how I feel? Since when?”

His eyes were round looking at Sigit and Liana alternately. Disappointment is reflected in his eyes.

“Hehehe..” Shafira chuckled, but her tears were still flowing and she rubbed violently. His legs were not even too stiff while supporting his body which was slightly staggering due to the dizziness in the head that had not disappeared.

“I'm wrong. What you care about is not who I am friends with, what I do and how I feel. You never care if I get what I need or not. You're just demanding that I should always be the child you want me to be. Like you did with bang kean. Aye right?!” shafira's voice rose at the end of her sentence.

“Make you guys, me and bang kean are just dolls who have no feelings. We have to do what you want, whether we like it or not. Aren't you and Miss Hardjoyo?! And that also makes the odd bang out of this house!”

“PLAK!” the second slap became the next Sigit response.

“Mas!!” to put it to rest with Liana's next shout.

Shafira still survives on her two legs that are almost collapsed. A strand of hair covered part of his face that grinned at the circus.

“What am I saying right, to make dady angry because he remembered something?” lirih Shafira stammered.

“Fira, pretty dear.” Liana restrains Shafira's body from approaching her father.

Shafira again shook Liana's hand. He preferred to walk closer to Sigit.

“Log in to room.” Sigit voice sounded deep and heavy. Still holding onto anger and resentment.

“Yes that's what dady used to do. Told to go like when dady forced bang kean to go abroad. You are very great big sir.” leaning body nodding in reverence.

“ENTO!!!” sigit shouted while pointing towards Shafira's room.

Shafira just snorted her rough breath. It passed from in front of Sigit and Liana. Run as fast as he can, up the stairs. And “BRAK!!!” the door of his room was slammed violently making anyone who heard him aghast.

“You are outrageous mas!” liana Protest.

Sigit just stared and let Liana go from before him.

"Go all of you, GO!!!!" sigit shouted with a breath of gasping for emotion.

The atmosphere was really hot and quiet. Only a rough sigh of his could be heard by Sigit at this moment.

*****

The group of servants who were stealing heard, dispersed instantly upon seeing Liana's arrival to the kitchen. They pretend to be busy with their respective work, ranging from tidying the table, wiping the stove that is actually shiny or pretending to wipe the plate and fold the cloth.

“Mistress is there anything I can help?” Kinar was just as surprised to see Liana coming.

“I asked for ice and washap.” her eyes are still red and wet.

“Good mistress.” Kinar immediately turned to look at Tina who was nearby.

Tina deftly took the ice cubes from the refrigerator and placed them in a large bowl.

“This waswapnya.” whispered Disa on Tina.

Tina simply nodded and gave the two objects to Kinar.

“Let's mistress, I help compress.”

“No need, I will do it myself.” Take the ice bowl and washcloth from the hand of Kinar. He walked quickly to Shafira's room.

“Fir, dear...” shirk Liana while standing in front of Shafira's room door. Shafira does not chim. “Mamih enter yes dear.” he continued.

Still without authorization. With trembling hands Liana opened herself the door of her daughter's unlocked room.

In this dark room, only the light of a sleeping lamp illuminates the figure of Shafira sitting on the floor hugging her legs which she bends. His back was leaning on the edge of the bed and his wet eyes seemed closed with his face looking up. He slowly banged his head to the edge of the bed.

Doubtful, but Liana still approached her daughter. He sat down in front of Shafira and put ice cubes and a washcloth in his hand.

“Honey,.” watered down with trembling holding back tears.

He rubbed his daughter's cheek that was turning blue with the rest of the blood on the corner of her lips.

His heart grimaced, feeling the pain his daughter felt. He sighed deeply, there was a cry that came along and turned into a soft sobbing.

“Mamih compress yes dear.” her voice vibrates and raucous.

He took two ice cubes and put them in a washcloth and slowly stuck them on Shafira's left cheek.

Shafira held Liana's hand. His eyes opened and looked at Liana with disappointment. “Why mamih gag dateng?” heavy and raucous, Shafira's voice felt slicing through the recesses of Liana's heart.

“What is this too that mamih has been doing equally bang kean for years? No matter not even asking her news.” she continued with a bated cry.

It seemed he knew, the reason Kean hated the woman in front of him so much.

Liana simply shook her head, with tears starting to break. But again, he could not answer his daughter's question.

“Mamih compress yes son..” back paste washcloth on Shafira's cheek.

“ANSWER ME!!” shafira shouted as she clasped Liana's hand violently.

“Pardon mamih fira,..” Liana sniffled and bowed before Shafira.

“17 years I saw the same photo on the same wall. Said ma'am Kinar, that's my sister. Kean malik hardjoyo's. But not even a dady or mamih told me about him. I even knew he was alive and living in America. Where, los angles, washington, Chicago, new york or san francisco? I even gag tau.”

“Suddenly he came home with a gaze full of anger and hatred, not only mamih and dady but the same me too. I was happy when I found out I had someone I could call my sister. But you guys make us like two strangers who don't know each other.”

“And now, mamih and dady are also still ignoring me. Ignoring my feelings and ignoring that I need you. What's my fault and bang kean? Why are you guys so complicated as a living puzzle that I can't solve? Why mih?”

Waving Liana's hand violently.

“Sorry mamih dear, sorry..” Liana could only sob but could not say another sentence other than an apology.

“Sorry, always that's what mamih said. I even wondered which part I should forgive and what I could forgive. Go, I need more bu kinar than mamih.”

Shafira turned her face away, she was already so fed up with everything she saw.

And Liana, he put the washcloth on the ice bowl. His hand was about to touch Shafira, but he paled. His daughter did not even want to see his face.

He moved out of his place without being able to answer any of Shafira's questions. Maybe he should go and give time to himself and Shafira.

After Liana died, Shafira was silent alone in her room. Not only confused with his family's problems, he was confused with his best friend's problems.

Instead of compressing his face, he preferred to lay his body on the bed. Grabbing a thick blanket to wrap his body that feels very cold and then hugging the tedy bear, a gift from his best friend when he had his 16th birthday.

His phone was on, he opened his group chat. Their quality talk was a month ago and her last chat was a few hours ago when asking for dress code.

He looked at the photo that was made into a virtual group icon. Ira, Nara and Fia, how could they do this?

“Why are you guys this bad the same as me. What's wrong cave hem?” Shafira spoke on the phone screen that refracted the light on her swollen face. He was very happy to meet his three best friends but he seemed to be the only one who was happy.

Closing her phone and closing her eyes, that's what Shafira is doing now. He needs to refresh his mind. Maybe by falling asleep, his feelings could be better.

*****

It's almost midnight and Reza's gallery is still very crowded. The sound of music is still heard from the clang of the piano that Reza played. They sang the last song before everyone went home.

“This intimacy,... Do not pass quickly... This intimacy,... I want to remember always.” Diamond voice sounds the most dominant among other sounds.

This one-child mother really likes to sing even though her voice is still quite standard. Fals a little can still be forgiven because he is too passionate to sing.

One song ended sweetly when Reza pressed the keys pitched do. They clapped their hands cheerfully and laughed like ABGs who spent a Sunday night together. They seem to have forgotten how old they are.

“Pak reza is great. Singing in iringin pak reza feels so mariah carey who is again a charity concert.” said Diamond who chuckled at the end of his sentence.

“Hahahha.. I am also honored to be able to accompany the diamond bu sing.”

“Bebe, call me bebe.” next to Reza.

“Oh yes, bu bebe.” Reza tried to get along. It's fun to have friends who are friendly and frequent in the work environment. So thought Reza.

“Pak reza likes to nginep here what's home?” Diamonds are back.

Looking around the gallery. “I often nginep here bu.”

“Wah if that should be spitting nyari hostess sir, let gag deserted. Each time malem mengelonin piano only.”.

“Iya pak reza, let the atmosphere of the gallery live on.” Hilman chimed in.

“Hahahha.. Yes sir.” scratched his non-itchy head. Honestly, having a wife has indeed become Reza's plan, but I don't know when it can be realized.

“Wah, my husband is already ahead. I say goodbye first yes,..” Diamond checked his phone which sounded a notification of a short message.

“Iya bu, be careful on the road.” timpal Reza while nodding.

Berlian's return was followed by other lecturers and left only Hilman who had just booked a taxi online.

“Father want me to drop off?” bargain Reza when he saw Hilman who was still fiddling with his phone.

“Gag need reza sir, I have ordered a taxi. Wait just ahead.”

“Good, let me accompany.”

They walked to the yard. But on the way Hilman steps stopped when he saw a painting. He only realized that there were some paintings that seemed familiar. He approached one of the paintings, slashing his eyes to clarify his vision.

“This painting disa?” ask her when looking at the initials and date in the lower right corner of the painting.

“Father knows?” Reza is approaching.

“Oh yes,.. I am a student lecturer as well as his academic advisor. How does mr reza know?” change the curious Hilman.

“Iya sir, I met by accident. He used to paint in this gallery before I returned to Indonesia. He is friends with my mother.”

“Ohh,. pantesan.” Hilman nodded, looking at the painting of Disa. “He's a pinter kid, his paintings are good too and his grades are always very good. Unfortunately the lecture should stop.”

Reza is still listening to Hilman's words.

“If it wasn't for the cost issue, maybe he could pass quickly.” turned his eyes on Reza along with a concerned smile. Back switch on painting, “In the art room we also display a lot of his work. Very dear talent should be buried just like that.”

“Cock so digress me.” Hilman awakened himself.

Reza replied with a faint smile. He admitted, Disa's work is very good for a young painter. From his painting, he could feel what message the girl wanted to convey.

Before long, a taxi came into the yard, a taxi Hilman ordered.

“I go home first mr. reza, see you the day after tomorrow.”

“Good sir, be careful on the road.”

Hilman patted Reza on the shoulder familiarly before finally leaving in the taxi he ordered.

Closing the galery door and silence began to take over the atmosphere. The situation that was originally crowded with the sounds of laughter, chatter and music that flowed, changed quiet that accompanied Reza alone.

Reza sat back in front of his piano. His hands began to press the lines of keys with a gaze fixed on an abstract painting made by Disa.

Quite complicated message that he had to capture just that he really likes to look at the painting. That was the reason why he put the painting there. I can see it in person and it gives her inspiration.

Hilman's sentence again ringed in his ear along with Disa's face that appeared suddenly. He turned to the warehouse where the new canvas storage was partly painted Disa. I don't know what the girl was going to paint.

Turning on the light, leaning against the wall with his hands crossed in front of his chest, he noticed the new canvas containing scribbles of red and black ink.

“What do you want to draw?” tanyanya. I'm not sure what to paint.

Maybe occasionally he had to invite Disa here, to continue his painting so that he knew, what image Disa wanted to make.

“Good night.” clean while turning off the lights and closing the warehouse door. Whether the painting is not on the owner, only Reza knows.

*****