Marry The Heir
Newborn goat boy

Get off the bike in a hurry because the sun has started to show its form behind the clouds that began to be white. This is definitely enough time to prepare breakfast.

Disa was unable to sleep overnight after having nightmares about her parents, she was awake all night until the morning before and she had to get ready for her young master's house.

He standardised his bike, replaced the sneaker with house slippers and took off the coat that wrapped his body. He immediately turned the door handle and entered the house.

“Se-happy morning sir.” Disa's eyes widened and was so shocked to see her young master already sitting on the dining table chair and was eating the fruit he cut himself.

“Hem, you are late.” said without taking his eyes off the apple he was peeling.

“Em yes sir. I'm sorry. I help mr.” Disa immediately approached Kean to peel the apple that her young master enjoyed.

Avoiding the achievement of the hand of Disa who tried to take the apple. “Go to the market and buy crabs. I want to eat with crab oyster sauce.” tell him next.

Disa paused for a moment, looking at her young master who had started cutting apples and feeding them into her mouth. The aura is different, even though he just woke up but his handsome face still dazzles the eyes.

“What money do you need?” this time Kean turned his head to make Disa blink her eyes several times to make her mind aware.

“Em, no need sir. I have been given money by bu kinar.”

“Hem, so wait what?” kean's stare was fixed on Disa.

“Oh good sir. I'm leaving soon. I excuse.”

Dissa quickly turned around. Take her tote bag near the door and replace her sandals with shoes. Remember, his young master did not like to wait long.

After Disa's death, Kean moved from his place. He took the remaining glass of water, gulped it down to the toilet and then returned to his room to get a small towel and a skipping complete with his sports shoes.

It's not usual for Kean to wake up in the morning. Usually, he will wake up at 7 am or when his stomach rumbling to be filled. Especially during holidays like this, he always wants to spend time in the room, play station or sleep all day to rest his mind.

This time it was different, he woke up early because it felt like his body was starting to weigh. These few weeks he always ate with greed, sleep soundly and it feels like his body weight began to increase. He does not want the body shape that he maintains from the first must loosen and mix fat that hoards his muscular muscles.

Weighing his body and lifting the shirt to see the rows of his abdominal muscles that are still neatly lined. Exercise becomes a way Kean to appreciate himself in addition to maintaining his body fitness.

In the garden of his house Kean is exercising alone. A little run around the park until sweat started to fall down the curves of his body muscles. Connected by playing skipping, constant jumping with breaths that sound fast but irregular.

The last thing he did was lift weights of various sizes. Bending her burly arms repeatedly to tighten her biceps and triceps muscles began to loosen. His mouth cavity deflated bloating, taking and passing air alternately. Sweat pouring gives its own freshness in his body.

Almost an hour of time he spent exercising. From the gate, he saw the arrival of Disa with a bag of luggage in his hand. Maybe he was shopping for the ingredients Kean asked for. He nodded politely as he looked at Kean who had just finished exercising then went towards the back door with his head bowed.

"What's right is finding coins in the park." muttered Kean when he saw Disa's behavior.

Refrigerate for a while, before he returns home and rests and prepares to enjoy his breakfast.

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POV DISA

I still have to manage my breathing after shopping as fast as possible like a master chef participant who chooses the right food ingredients at the appointed time. I stepped up quickly after getting off the online motorcycle that drove me home from the market.

Like seeing an oasis in the middle of a dry desert, when suddenly something beautiful was plastered before my eyes.

I can't deny, I can only swallow my own saliva when I see Mr. Kean from a distance. He looks really cool when he's working out. The sweat was splashed with wet hair, exactly the cool male model in the fashion magazine that I often see.

Maybe behind his thin sports shirt there is a row of torn bread that often makes women hysterical when they see it.

I'm a normal woman who can blush when my naughty eyes catch a beautiful shadow of a male figure especially he is very handsome. Several times I shook my head until I finally realized from my own mischievous thoughts.

“Take me drink.”

Uh, he's in front of me. Sticking his finger on the dining table, as if impatiently waiting for me to get a drink.

I have to hurry. “Si-please mr.” I am still nervous and surprised.

He looked at me for a moment, before gulping down a glass of water in his hand. “You are like a newborn goat boy.” lightly.

My eyes were round hearing that short sentence from his mouth. I turned my own reflection from the reflection of the glass on the surface of the dining table.

The hair is limp and a little wet is also messy on the front. Oh, my God, I forgot to retool my appearance.

“Ma-sorry sir if it makes you uncomfortable.” clean me while wiping a child's hair wet with sweat and pulling it to the side for me to slip between the ears.

He did not chim in, preferring to stick a glass of water which then moved to his stomach without the sound of “Aahhh,.” typical people regardless of thirst.

He's too weird in my opinion.

“So soon finish the cooking and remember, do not you taste.” put the glass roughly on the dining table. Apparently that's the way he reminds others.

“Okay sir, I will immediately prepare.” timpalku who nodded politely.

Good thing he's handsome so I still understand that he's a little bit of a bitch.

What more should I do now, besides cooking and serving it for the young master.

Aware Disa, consciously.... You're not an ABG anymore, don't be fascinated with mirages. Go back to work and throw all the unimportant thoughts in your head.

Focus up!

I remind myself that lately it often bounces. Don't let this start me having puberty, don't, not now.

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Cutting vegetables, cleaning crabs and concocting spices without being able to taste becomes a challenge for Disa. He tried to imagine the taste of the food he made by describing the taste as a color that Damar taught.

“Makir lo like gag the same cuisine that you make?” the message was sent by Damar last night when the war in the main house was hot.

Disa chose to go into the room, not listening to her employer's quarrel.

His friends are still faithful eavesdropping even though from his room alone Disa can still hear the screams of the great master when scolding his youngest daughter.

Luckily Damar sent him a message so that he could distract him from the deafening loud noises and make his heart jump.

“She gag once said gag likes. Maybe successfully technique describe the taste that you teach kak.” reply Disa followed by a smile.

Maybe there Damar was smiling knot got indirect praise from his cousin sister.

“Mother nanyain news lo,”

Hang up, it's always like this the message Damar sent.

“Iya greetings to aunt. How's things? Tell me I miss. Lo how are you, kak?”

This time Damar replied to a message. Either the pulse is exhausted or the phone's battery is weak. Never mind, maybe he's asleep too.

Until bedtime, Damar did not reply to his message. It seemed like there was no need to wait, it was better for him to pick up a sketchbook and scratch his pencil drawing some black and white pictures to distract him.

“Tuuuttt...” the voice of Wishtling Kettle resuscitates Disa from her reverie. His mind of Damar just disappeared.

Reheat the pan with a little oil to saute the seasoning that he has pureed. Most of his finger is yellow exposed to turmeric which he uses to reduce the fishy smell of dishes that he makes.

After the oil is hot, the fragrant sauteed seasoning begins to crackle. Saute it until it matures and then put the crab into the frying pan. Then he added water and seasoning flavoring, for a while he used the lid pan so that the cooking is cooked evenly.

While waiting, Disa prepared other cooking ingredients. Stir-fried kale made a little spicy as an addition to the menu. He also fried tempe and emping melinjo as a complement.

An hour later the cooking is ready. He turned his face to look at the 2nd floor but there was no sign of his young master going down.

"When I call, polite gag huh?" Cana asked herself.

Already at 8, surely the stomach of his young master had started to get hungry, especially before he was exercising.

There was no other choice, Disa ventured to go up to the 2nd floor and call her young master.

One by one the stairs on the tapaki. He peeked a little and saw Kean standing on the balcony bare-chested while looking at the sunlight. Maybe this is how rich people greet the sun, with sunbathing.

"Geez!" Disa immediately turned around as she looked at Kean's tall and athletic body figure.

It seems Kean heard the voice of Disa. His originally closed eyes were enjoying the air and the light of the morning sun, immediately opening. He saw Disa turning back to him. Immediately Kean pulled the curtains, to disguise his shadow so that his body was not too open.

"What's wrong?" kean's heavy voice resuscitated Disa from her attitude.

"Sorry sir, the food is ready" he said stuttering. He still did not dare to look.

"Hey, are you talking to me or the wall? Turn around!" exclaiming Kean with a heavy and deep voice, very typical to stick in the mind of Disa.

"Sorry sir, but.."

"Reverse!" kean's voice was heard again.

There was no choice, hesitantly Disa turned around without opening her eyes. But he was curious, wanting to peek a little.

His eyes were slightly pinched and the figure of Kean yaang stood behind a thin cloth of curtains. Disa breathed a sigh of relief, at least she did not see Kean's figure directly. His virgin eye is still saved.

"Will you eat now?" bargained for.

"I'm going to take a shower first. You can go back to the main house, but if there is still work, please continue. No need to go back to cook dinner, I have an outside event with my friend."

kean's sentence sounded longer than usual. Either this is an order or some kind of notice. Which obviously Disa must remember.

"Okay sir, excuse me. Good morning." nodded politely before passing away leaving his young master.

Not sounding authentic from Kean, maybe he again enjoyed the air and the morning sunlight is so refreshing.

It's Sunday, Disa doesn't think about continuing her work now. Maybe tomorrow alone, on a weekday so that he could focus on working without the need to meet his young master often and make him feel awkward.

After making sure everything is ready at the dining table and the kitchen is clean again, Disa intends to go home. Grateful there is no job debt, so maybe he can cover a little to buy snacks that are sold on holidays like this.

He immediately put on his coat. Take a tote bag and put on shoes. The bike he parked began to drive to the streets. For a moment he stopped and looked up at the balcony. Kean was no longer there. I don't know why he should be disappointed.

Exhaling his coarse breath, then resumed his steps towards the gate.

"When is mba back?" greetings Grace.

"Yes, sir. See you tomorrow."

"Yes mba, be careful on the road." said the polite Grace.

Unable to know, Kean returned to his place after picking up the towel, and looked at him away, until his shadow was no longer visible.

His face remained cold without any meaningful mimicry changes.

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