Marry The Heir
When we were in that moment,

Shafira's mobile phone still rings on her way to a cafe where she made a pact with her friends. It was Reza's name that kept appearing on her phone screen calling for the fourth time.

Actually, Shafira was not wanting to talk to Reza because there was still a feeling in her heart that she could not conclude. But in hindsight, as well, Reza must be very busy at the moment preparing for the event in his gallery and there must be something important that Reza wants to convey. After turning on the musicbox of his car, he answered Reza's call.

“Iya kak reza..” replied Shafira while staying focused on setting the wheel.

“Dek, where did you go I called it hard.” Reza protested immediately in the cabin of his car.

“This is me driving again, time while calling anyway?” Shafira. It is true, he remembered Sigit's message, one of the conditions he could bring his own car was not to call but this time he broke it. Sorry dady.

“Continue now pulled over?” Reza sounded anxious, a thing that always made Shafira feel uneasy.

“No, I'm a loudspeaker. What's up, sister?” Going back to the topic, there is no need to talk about anything else beyond that.

“Nothing, just want mastiin later malem you come, right?” Reza reminds Shafira of the barbeque at the gallery.

“Oh yes, I developed dateng. Where are the preparations?” the event prepared to introduce Ellen officially to Nita was indeed on Shafira's idea, yes the idea made before the strange feeling appeared.

“Not yet I check, I ask the house people to make nyiapin. But you definitely came, right?” Reza insisted on asking Shafira's arrival.

For a moment Shafira was silent, thinking and stomping her finger to the steering wheel. Since then until now, it turns out Reza is still the same. Not really happy with what he did. But according to Shafira, if Reza really meant it to Ellen, Reza alone should have prepared everything. Wouldn't that seem more romantic?

But that's how Reza is. The Casanova with his charm that is too strong to conquer the heart of a woman he always made a mainstay if the woman must accept it especially when the woman gave him back attention. Yes we exclude Disa. But to an Ellen, from the story Reza always tells it seems like the woman is willing to wait until Reza is absolutely sure.

Then what should Shafira do between these two people? Why does Reza always involve him?

“I do it, brother, because I have an appointment to practice first the same cement. Inipun I should have met them. Eh bentar,” Shafira pulled over her car when she saw someone she knew was sitting at the busway meeting point.

“Why?” reza's voice is still connected.

“I think I saw malvin.” Sahut Shafira while convincing herself.

Lowering the window glass slightly, “Vin!” he cried when he was sure that the one sitting in the waiting area of the busway was really Malvin. He also honks.

Malvin who recognized Shafira's voice immediately turned his head and waved with a smile that always managed to make the girls' hearts unsafe.

“Sini!!” call Shafira.

Malvinpun. “Fir,” sapanya hesitate.

“Lo to the cafe, right? Come with me.” Bring along.

“Em Yes.” Before the vehicle in the back clawed Shafira, Malvin hurriedly climbed up.

“Thanks fir, I was waiting for the busway just haven't come.” Malvin saw the clock in his hand, deliberately waiting early.

“Lo not bring motor?” Shafira recalled Malvin's motorbike which used to piggyback him when he was crying on the street.

“Again in the workshop, this afternoon I picked up. Understand the old motor, it has started to plug.” Bright Malvin.

“Hahahaha Shafira starts driving after Malvin is ready with his seatbelt.

“Kak, yes, I'll tell you again.” Shafira spoke to Reza.

“Iya be careful on the way boy. Don't forget to eat.” Reza's message makes the atmosphere in the car so awkward.

“Yups, bye!” quickly Shafira ended her call.

“Kak reza?” malvin asked who recognized the voice.

“Hem. He invited me to the show he shot his girl.” Telling a plan tonight makes Shafira squeeze her steering upset, I don't know it's reflex.

Malvin just smiled and threw his gaze out the window.

“Lo different.” Said Shafira suddenly, when he saw the appearance of Malvin who was still very neat. After returning from England, Shafira met Malvin. Usually they only met virtually, but this time in one piece.

Malvin looked at himself, what was different he thought.

“Lo is suitable to appear with the appearance of gini kayak teacher. How does it feel to be in high school? Throw back time not exactly?” Shafira tried to melt the atmosphere.

“Oh, yes that is. Not much different when we study first. Adaptation is also easier.” Malvin Sahut. The answer is always without a stale word.

After graduating from Malvin High School, there are many domestic scholarship offers. His many achievements make him free to choose where to go to school. And who would have thought, Malvin chose to take a physics education, a lesson he really liked but hated Shafira.

“Where sir teacher, is the law of equilibrium still the same?” so remember when Malvin taught him a formula that made Shafira have to focus on listening to him. The basic formula is easy but after being about a sudden quiz everything becomes difficult. Sometimes there is a feeling that the material is not taught.

“Sama, only the object is different.” Tymphal Malvin.

“Hahahhaha.. I shadowin, you must be an idol teacher at school. Pinter, cool and handsome.” Shafira subconsciously gave the compliment to her best friend.

“No! I hate my students. Said my job was hard.”

“Hahahhaa.. Yes new and young teachers with high ideal. Kayak sir Imran used to dong.” Remember their famous physics teacher killer.

“Ya less more.” Malvin is still the same, his sentences are limited even though they are close enough as bandmates.

4 Years apart, they still have good communication. Thanks to the band they made, the two can always be tied. Practicing virtually as a place to unwind, talk random things, cover songs until finally they met a producer a few days ago.

The end of their conversation brings Shafira and Malvin to a cafe. The cafe where Malvin worked since he was Junior High.

“Wah, the atmosphere is still the same yes vin.” Shafira said as they entered the cafe. The location of the piano is still the same, the glass that Shafira often tulisi when it rains is still the same. Only the paint still always looks new and some paintings that adorn the empty walls.

“Cool wah..” exclaims Shafira when seeing the different atmosphere on the 2nd floor. Cafe with a rooftop atmosphere makes Shafira can sigh deeply. Beautiful, thought.

“Lo the rooftop this?” ask Shafira. Malvin stood beside her with his increasingly cool posture.

“Iyaa.. I've bought 50% shares of this place, so I have the freedom of this place as I like.” I'm Malvin.

“Oh yes? Waw lo cool vin!” again Shafira exclaimed.

4 years do not know much about the person of Malvin turned out this friend gave a lot of surprises with his personal growth. As Shafira recalls, Malvin worked in this cafe since he was in the 3rd grade of Junior High and as far as he knows, Malvin only took half his salary the rest he invested. Maybe one of them is in this cafe.

Malvin just smiled at Shafira's praise.

“Wait a moment, I have a deposit for lo.” Malvin took his bag which he put on the table. A bottle he took out of his bag.

“Make lo.” Malvin thrust the bottle at Shafira.

“Well this water ginger vin?” terka Shafira's.

“Hem, mom says it's good to make a sound if you're a little hoarse. But still have to drink a lot of water.” Bright Mavin.

Shafira did say that his voice was a little hoarse because he often stayed up late but who would have thought that Malvin initiative to bring this drink for him.

“Thanks vin.” Shafira.

Malvin just nodded and sat on the floor facing the open area in front of him. Shafira sat down beside him. Sipped his drink a few times, giving his throat a sense of warmth and relief.

“How are you doing together?” shafira asked suddenly.

“Good.” Mavin smiled at the end of his answer. “Mother send greetings to lo.” His impression stared at Shafira for a moment.

“Wa’alaikum salam.” nodding sensibly heard the woman who was always proud of Malvin sent him greetings.

“When can I see my mom? Several times talking over the phone doang. I think mommy's an exciting story deh vin.” Shafira thus looked at the handsome face beside her, her thin smile and sharp eyes staring far ahead. There is a thin whisker that grows over Malvin's lips with a jaw that grows with fine hair. This man is already growing up.

“Yes, I love stories. At home his hobby the same story of brothers. So home does not feel lonely.” Malvin. Malvin wants to tell me about his family this time. A great development for an introvert like Malvin.

“Lo the only guy must often run out of opportunities to say yes?” tera Shafira who chuckled at the end of her sentence. There's a chance that Malvin rarely talks let alone no chance. It must be just his sharp eyes that pay attention to the surrounding environment, like being calculating the formula of every object that is nearby.

“Hem.” Malvin smiled again.

Malvin comes from a very simple family. She only lives with her mother and two sisters. He said his father died in 1st grade malvin Junior High so he had to be the backbone of the family, helping his mother.

Until now Malvin and his mother can continue to finance their lives, sending their younger siblings who are only 2 years old to each other and are both in college. Malvin's burden was heavy and he was a boy and a responsible older brother. To be proud of.

That's what Shafira knew about Malvin from two male friends in her band.

“Diana, lutfi equals andre where ya.” Shafira tries to break the silence between him and Malvin.

“Gue try phone first. Wait a minute in dalem.” Malvin pointed to a room near them that read “File”, which in Greek means friend. Yes, this room is like a friend for Malvin to accompany him when it is quiet.

“That's our studio vin?” Shafira moved from her place.

“Hem, you wait aja in dalem later I pursue.” Malvin pulled out his phone and started calling his friends.

This 4x6-meter room is the studio where Malvin and his friends train. The room is tight with a lot of musical instruments in it. There is also a recording device that they usually use when practicing virtually.

“Ding!” Shafira pressed one of the piano keys that Malvin used to play. Walking slowly enjoys the atmosphere of an aestethic room and makes her feel like she's found her life.

Standing in front of the mic stand, while closing his eyes, recalled as he stood on the school stage for the last time. Aahh it feels like just yesterday the band was formed and now it has been 5 years running. Time really does turn around very quickly.

“Rinai rain wet me,” suddenly Shafira singing the last song she sang with Malvin.

“Sleeping company that tinkers.” Hearing that voice Malvin ended his call and followed Shafira inside. He had to admit, Shafira's voice that was getting more beautiful and mature was like calling her to come closer.

“Kala, I remember you and all those sweet moments.” Shafira pauses when she sees Malvin enter the studio.

“What am I doing singing this song?” shafira asked when she saw Malvin staring at her.

Malvin.

“Kalo lo inget same me and temen-temen, lo singin this song ya fir. I make sure time passes quickly. You only need to wait 7 times the rainy season and we will meet again in better condition.” That's what Malvin said before taking Shafira to England 4 years ago. Who would have thought, Shafira always remembered this song and sang in her own way.

Malvin picked up his guitar and sat down next to Shafira.

“Everything is like a dream,” Back the voice of Shafira is heard and Malvin accompanies her with the sound of a guitar. Sometimes he steals a look at a beautiful face that looks radiant while singing.

“I live my own life.

If time changed. I'm not gonna change

I'm always happy. When it rains

*Because I can remember you. To myself. O-o-ow*..

And the song became a friend to Shafira and Malvin remembered many memories in his teenage years. After this, they have to wake up to a reallita if everything is the past and there is a future that they have to face.

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