Marry The Heir
“With love, Paradisa Sandhya.”

Inside the boutique.

“So, how about this, we start packing now?” ask Mila.

“Yes yes. You are packing well. Keep your monitor orderan. Re-confirm if there is an additional request. Inget, our service must be superficial. Choose the most expeditions. Do not forget to bargain the price bundling for purchases above 3 pcs. Also make sure the *signature card-*nya you love.” Cerocos Mila with spirit\, he is indeed an expert in organizing his friends.

While Disa just sat in her place while looking at the entire boutique. A room full of neatly arranged items and enthusiastic people working. The people who were by his side to do all of this together. They are the best support system that Disa has.

“Yes god, thank you.” lirih Disa in his heart. I don't know how he should express his gratitude for all these achievements.

Seeing her friends who are busy working, Disa chose to make them drink and snack. Fresh drinks that he specially made to encourage his friends.

“Thank you young miss.” Sahut employee Disa kompak.

“Sama-sama. Do not forget to drink water as well yes, so as not to hurt the waist.” Timpal Disa's.

“Good miss.” They were always compact, making Disa smile calmly.

Walk out of the boutique and bring a tray of drinks. Put it on the table in the garden, where Arini and Sigit were sitting.

“Kean, do not spit you run, kasian naka. Do not you same own child.” Sigit cried when he saw Naka who was chasing after his father.

“Udah mas biarin. Nakanya also increased his spirit. Kean knows how to play his son.” Bela Arini's. Sigit's anxiety about Naka is sometimes excessive.

Since there was Naka, Sigit's emotions tended to be stable. He laughed even more with his grandson's adorable behavior. He left the walls of his study in Naka scrawl even though he used to keep the cleanliness of his room. One laptop has become a victim because of Naka's creativity, but not even though Sigit was angry. Understand, favorite grandson.

And this time, Sigit just shook his head. If only he could still run fast, maybe he would accompany his grandson running around in the park.

“You are envious of your children and grandchildren, so bring.” Arini told Disa.

“Nak aja, I do not envy.” Still prestige apparently admitted his sense of irony.

“Can do’ papah cepet healthy, later the operation smoothly so can play running around with naka.”  Put a few glasses on the table and sit next to Arini.

“Amminn..” timpal Arini. And Sigit only smiled while rubbing his head. I am so grateful to have a daughter-in-law like Disa.

“Wah it looks exciting!” shafira's voice sounded from a distance.

“Where have you been, all day not looking.” Fierce Sigit with his cynical style.

“Former nyelesein problem dady. His grandfather naka.” Shafira kissed Sigit and Arini's cheek and sat down next to Sigit.

“What solution?” kepo was apparently this middle-aged man.

“Hiver extension.” Shafira whispered a little while smiling at Disa.

“Little boy, speaking of matters of the heart.” Sigit grousers that can still be heard by Shafira. For Sigit, Shafira is still a small child even though she is about a quarter century old.

“Iya. That mature heart problem determines maturity you know!” fierce Shafira. Sipped a drink in front of him to wet his dry throat.

Arini just shook her head to see the princess's behavior.

“Oh yes tea, I have a gift for you same brother.” Get her phone out of the bag.

“Gift? What gift?” Could be curious.

“Nih.” Shows her phone screen on Disa.

“Poemission?” His forehead was full of questions.

“This song. I made malvin. Wait a minute, Malvin's coming here with a guitar. Teteh dengerin direct song.”

“Malvin?” Arini and Disa compactly asked.

“Hehehehe...” Shafira smiled instead, then gradually left before many other questions.

“Firr,,,” Can hold Shafira's hand. Need more explanation apparently.

“I want to play first with naka. I'll be certain.” Dodging is his ninja path. Especially when looking at the eyes of Sigit who looked at him full of search. “BYE!” he ran towards Naka.

“Nakaaa.. Let's play with aunty filaaaa!!!” shafira shouted to Naka.

“Auntyy!!!” reply Naka. He ran to Shafira and hugged her. Unpatient Naka also pulled the hand of shafira to play with Kean.

“Fira don't tell me anything?” ask Arini to Disa. Tumben once Shafira looks so cheerful.

“Ngak. Or maybe not yet. But, lately fira like a lot of chatting with aa.” He was able to pay attention to his sister-in-law.

“She is an adult.” Arini Mumbled.

Yeah, that girl's been growing up, not since when.

******

The celebration was really done Sigit. Marwan was asked to bring a fleet in the main house that Sigit knew was close to his son-in-law. Food and drinks were served on the table and laughter was heard clearly in the day before dusk.

“We toast to Disa's success. Cheers!!!” Sigit raised his glass high and followed the people who attended.

“CHEERRSSS!!!” suhut they are compact. Sip each drink with vigor.

“Congratulations yes dear..” watered Kean while dipping the head of Disa. His hands were coiled around Disa's waist.

For Kean, it's very proud to see Disa at the start of a good career.

“Still a. Thanks mah, pah and all.” Disa full of haru.

“Eits, not only us. There is also someone who wants to meet young lady.” Marwan turned on his ipad and a familiar face appeared to Disa.

“Ya god grandmother..” exclaimed Disa when she saw the faces of Jenar and Bi Imas who smiled at her.

“Yes allah eneng….. Congratulations yaa.. Aunt same grandma meni join seneng.” Reveal Imas with teary eyes. While Jenar can only shrink her tears that have not stopped flowing since Mrawan said he wanted to surprise Disa.

The granddaughter he grew up in all limitations was able to achieve his dreams in a way that was never unexpected. Can he imagine if the two parents of Disa are still there, of course they will be very happy and proud to see Disa who can stand on her own feet.

“Iya bi, thank you. Thanks a lot.” Isa was crying. The taste of haru gushed in his chest. I didn't know she was surrounded by people who loved her so much.

“Mama, are you okay?” Naka is approaching. Worried about her mother crying.

“I’m okay baby.” Can crouched to adjust his height to Naka's height.

“Don’t cry mama.” watered Naka while wiping tears Disa. Her worried face was so adorable.

“I will always take care of you mama.” Another imbibing. His hands clenched excitedly.

“Ooo you’re too sweet..” Disa hugged Naka tightly, making them smile happily seeing Naka's sweet attitude on Disa.

“I will always take care booth of you.” Kean hugged Disa and Naka made an atmosphere for a moment.

“Emm, so sweet...” Shafira's clear-sounding voice, makes the people who keep her tears happy.

“Okey, I have something for your mama and papa, naka.” Shafira.

“What is it aunty fila?” the little boy was very curious.

“Wait a minute.” Shafira pointed at the newly arrived Malvin. The handsome man walked over with a guitar that he put on his shoulder.

“Is he your boy friend aunty?” Naka turned to look at Shafira.

“Still friend, not boy friend.” Shafira. Together Naka looked at the approaching Malvin

“Is it different?” naka's curiosity is not finished.

“I don’t know!” Shafira just sniffed her shoulders with a thin line of smile. I don't know what this has to do with Malvin. They are clearly close.

The arrival of Malvin brought more cheer. As promised, Shafira actually sang the song she made with Malvin. The sound of guitar lines accompanies the beautiful voice of Shafira. He said this song was a wedding anniversary present Disa a month ago.

“My heart soars, when I remember your face.

I never even had as much faith as when I said I love you.

you are the most beautiful I have ever seen

the best one who will accomplish me all the time.”

The piece of temple that Shafira sings as if depicting Disa and Kean for each other. More than enough, this song does represent the feelings of both. Like Shafira knows exactly what Disa and Kean are feeling.

In his place, Naka took some photos with his polaroid camera. He laughed cheerfully as Sigit praised his beautiful work.

This is how a family should be, right? Warm and loving each other.

*****

The night was late enough and Disa was still busy sitting at her dresser, opening one by one the pages of her finished textbook half of which she gambari.

If people like to tell stories in his diary then Disa likes to tell stories through her sketchbook.

Unexpectedly, important events that have occurred in his life, it was illustrated in his sketchbook. There were some sketches that he made as hope, and actually happened in real life.

“I have always believed that I am not a Cinderella who needs the help of a fairy godmother to be able to meet and be with the prince.”

The piece was written on his first night with Kean. Circumstances that had confused him between being accepted or not by the man he loved.

But in the next pictures is when he feels so sure that Kean is the right man who will accompany him throughout the ages. A man with a full suit stellan who invites him to dinner at a star hotel. Also the man who said that he was not a clown who should always look okay.

On the next page, there are photos of designs during his time in Paris and designs that he made for fashion shows to bring him on a lucky break because his work is liked by many people.

“Psyche”

The brand name for the clothing business is Disa with a logo that he made himself. This logo is an interpretation of his work that he drew in his sketchbook.

And he was currently drawing the mood this afternoon. How the people around him laughed happily, exchanged stories and showed that they had each other.

There is one photo that can then be pinned on the page of his book. The photo taken by Naka this afternoon. Then he drew Kean and Naka in his book. A picture of Kean holding Naka on his shoulder.

“Hey,.” a voice resuscitates Disa from her imagination.

There was Kean who wrapped his hands around his waist and hugged him tightly from behind and kissed his head.

“Hay.” Reply Disa. “Naka are you bobo?” rubbed her husband's cheek gently. Her fine hair began to grow around her sturdy jaw.

“Udah. He asked for a story about a lion. Said there was a good lion who didn't bite his tent.” Bright Kean.

“It's his favorite story. He believes the lion is not evil.” His voice began to sound weak, as Kean's kiss slipped down his neckline and took a strong sip of his fragrance.

“He said he wanted to be the lion brother who takes care of the baby lion. Is it possible he asked for a sister?” kean's hands began to roll into Disa's nightgown after removing some buttons.

“What is the lion papah ready to cry baby lion malem-malem again?” whispered Disa, who kissed Kean's cheeks sensually.

“I’ll care all of you all the time.” Whispered Kean, biting the earlobe of Disa with his lips.

“I believe.” Then Disa turned to face her husband.

One hand was coiled around Kean's neck while one hand closed the page of the sketchbook he had finished drawing. There was still half a page he hadn't gambled on but right now, he just wanted to spend his time with the man who filled half of his sketchbook.

The last page he took was his happiness. With her husband and children and the people around her who can accept it as it is.

Must be believed, after this he will not find any more loneliness in solitude. Thank you for all this calm and joy.

Cheeked Kean's lips soft, then he smiled happily to see the look in the eyes of her husband who began to demand it.

"I love you" whispered Kean.

They are dissolved in the feeling of belonging to each other. And right now, good night from the flame of the lamp that began to dim the sketchbook he was ready to paint in the following days.

“With love, Paradisa Sandhya.”

*****

Special photo of Naka and the painting of Disa,

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