Marry The Heir
Peach color mini dress

Today seems to be a lucky day for Disa. Only today did he not need to go back and forth between the main house and the home of his young master, which was honestly like reducing some of his difficulties in managing tactics and manpower to take care of work.

Disa's face looks brighter, he paddles his bike casually and enjoys the journey he goes through. Just remember it's Sunday so people dressed in sports are seen on the streets. Occasionally Disa also saw a group of people who also use bicycles to enjoy the moment of sport.

What is different is that they are more like professional bikers. With a helmet, special cycling clothes, bicycle glasses and of course complete with a decker in the elbow and knee and the price of a bike that is certainly fantastic.

Exercise cool, that's what comes to mind Disa. Very much different from him who uses a servant's shirt in his jacket and a sneaker that wraps his legs. But more than that, they are more safety than Disa.

At the red light they both stopped. One of the cyclists turned his head and smiled. Can reply to him with a nod.

“Olah raga also de?” ask a cyclist who sounds like a woman.

“Iya sis, all home from work.” timpal Disa who made the woman round her mouth without sound.

“Yuk join!” take her when the yellow light turns green and they have to walk.

“Still brother.” He was behind the woman.

Very lucky Disa met with other cyclists because she did not have to cover choosing a small road to avoid other larger and engined vehicles. Can see the sturdy legs sweat and the level enjoy every stroke they do.

If you don't have to continue working, it might be nice to join them.

Disa just found out, it turns out that in the morning like this, motorized vehicles also rarely pass this path. Either because there happens to be a free day car during the holidays or for other reasons.

In a park, the group of cyclists took a turn and stopped. Disa continued the speed of her bike and once rang the bicycle bell which was sahuti hand by the woman she had met.

The thin lips curled up a smile, a pleasant short experience he had gone through.

On the way, Disa saw the merchants peddling her merchandise. Disa stopped her bike in front of the seller with a wagon with a meatball stitch.

For a very long time Disa did not enjoy this food and her saliva gathered just like imagining the taste of meatballs made from starch kanji that she enjoyed in her mouth.

Can buy some, plus sauce and chili. Not forgetting he asked for a small bamboo prick to stab the meatball so he could enjoy.

Stretching back the bike while enjoying the meatball chew in his mouth became a moodboster of its own for Disa. Remember when Junior High he really likes snacks like this with Damar. Already a few years ago, but the taste of meatballs that stitch is still quite can be remembered.

Turn on a cluster of luxury housing, which means that Disa will soon arrive at the home of its big master. He quickly finished the meatballs in his mouth. The rest he left in his bicycle.

The gate was opened and Disa began to enter the back courtyard of the luxury house. There were several servants who were tidying up the garden, taking care of the flowers belonging to Lady Liana and there were also those who cleaned the pond.

Can enter the main kitchen, seen his friends who were gathered at the kitchen table. His face looked sluggish like never before.

“Hay! Anyone want a meatball?” bargain with joy.

They just turned their heads and looked back at the tray of food in their midst.

“Why?” Approaching his friends with curiosity.

Nina who was so cute, took a plastic meatball skewer in Disa's hand and ate it. He chewed it for a while before answering Disa's question.

“So the war's over again. Young lady gag wants to eat. From last night he gagged and now gag wants to open the door.” bright Nina with her confused face.

“War again?” He quoted a sentence from his friend.

Tina, Nina and Wita only nodded weakly.

“So the big master said, young lady in suspension because there was a notification from the police to the school about the incident yesterday.” Tina continued.

“Police?” again Disa asked.

“Makanya if nguping sampe selese. So gag clips the rumor.” Wita chimed in with annoyance.

Scratching his head even though it was not itchy, Disa also smiled faintly. After going to his room, he was still excited to hear the big master's quarrel with his wife and child but what the base of the problem was, he did not know. More precisely, no need to know.

“Continue this breakfast young miss?” He looked at the food that seemed to be getting cold.

Tina nodded lethargicly. “No one has managed to persuade the young lady to eat. Bu kinar is also rejected raw-raw.” he explained.

“Can't you try it yet, why gag we tell him aja?” the idea came from Wita.

“You are rejected, let alone me.” The guts of Disa shrivel first.

“Yes you haven't tried. Who knows succeed.” again Wita chimed. He did not want only him and a few servants who were exposed to Liana's nagging for failing to persuade his daughter to come out and eat.

He seemed to think a little. He went to the linen room and saw the laundry basket he had not finished ironing.

“I iron the shirt first, later I try persuading young lady.” start connecting the ironing cable with the power source.

“Hoo suffocates sa.” complained Wita.

“Hush! You say by the way.” Tina was more upset.

Wita quickly silenced her mouth worried at hearing Kinar.

Disa remained with her choice of ironing a few pieces of clothes until neat then she put it in the basket and load it on the trolley. “I go to the room young lady first.” he said while grasping the lever trolley.

“You want to say? You are told to feed, not finish the clothes of young miss.” protested Wita furiously.

Disa did not reply, she simply smiled and walked confidently pushing the trolley towards Shafira's room.

Pushing the trolley towards Shafira's room slowly and her brain was still spinning at the thought of her idea. What was the first sentence he had to say so that his young lady would open the door and allow him to enter. It used to be more important, at least in there he could make sure that Shafira was okay.

Arriving in front of Shafira's room, Disa sighed deeply before venturing out to knock on her young lady's bedroom door. He had to mentally prepare and reason for Shafira to open the door of her room.

“Tok tok.” three beats Can do, followed by his voice that he made soft.

“Excuse me young lady, I'm at the linen waiter. May I enter, I want to tidy up the clothes that I have finished ironing.” said Disa.

No answer was heard from the room. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, Disa's still in place. He could only look at the door that bound him with his young lady.

Known to be correct, this peach-colored mini dress was Shafira's favorite dress as a gift from her teacher as she won the choir competition. That's what he heard from the owner.

Can remember very well the pride of Shafira when showing the shirt to Disa, a few days ago.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work. Disa's way of getting her young miss to open the door, failed miserably. Then he turned around to push back the trolley in front of him.

“Ceklek.” the sound of the key opens on the door of Shafira's room and makes Disa stop her steps.

Grinning a smile, he was sure that soon his young lady would open the door. 1, 2, 3,..

“Hey! Login!”

“Binggo!” shafira's voice that Disa heard.

Disa immediately turned around and gave the sweetest smile and polite nod to her young lady. He pretended not to know anything, because this was probably the most appropriate way for Shafira not to feel judged by the thoughts of those who were in her house.

“Thank you miss.” take the basket and leave the trolley in its place.

Shafira walks first and sits on the sofa beside her bed.

“Close again the door.” the word later.

“Good miss.” Is there to close the door immediately.

Before long, he went to his young lady's 3-door closet. In this closet, Shafira keeps her favorite clothes. While accessories and clothes are rarely used, placed on this walk closet, next to the bathroom in his room.

“Can I turn on the light miss? So as not to put the wrong clothes.” permission Disa.

“Hem,.” is just that Shafira's answer.

He was still pensive in his place with a mind that could not be guessed.

The room was dark and only in the bright lights of the room, as if vividly illustrating Shafira's current feelings. Her pretty face looks tired, maybe last night she did not sleep and just sat there.

He feels sorry for himself. Although he did not understand exactly how Shafira felt but one thing is certain, he was very sad.

Finished with the business of arranging clothes, Disa again closed the closet door carefully.

For a while now looking at the listless Shafira. There was no longer any anger on his face, but it was somehow in his heart. Maybe he was already in the phase of realizing his anger could not change anything so he chose to be quiet.

Yes, sometimes because we don't know what anger is like we have to control it, then we feel tired and in the end can only accept that anger and swallow it again. It is painful but it is better to keep it in silence. That's what I've felt before.

“Nona, the air outside is very fresh, can I open the curtains and windows?” persuade Disa carefully.

Berdo’a course may Disa's guess about the feelings of his young lady is right, so that he does not take the wrong attitude.

“Hem.” again short but pleasant answer that Can hear.

Immediately he approached the window. Uncover the curtains and open one by one large room window. The cold and fresh air was like blowing her tense face.

“Hey, have you had a fight with your parents?” shafira's voice was heard again.

Disa immediately turned her head, showed her smile then shook her head.

“Hah, I've expected. You can still meet me with a smile and talk lightly. Of course in your heart you are laughing at this family right?” cetus with cynicism. Disappointed look clear again.

“No miss.” sahut Disa quickly. Shafira turned back to look lazy. “I never quarrel with my parents, not because we live in harmony.” Disa sighed to pause her sentence.

It was Shafira who started to focus on looking at him from his place. He seems curious.

“We never quarrel because it has been a very long time they are not on my side.” Disa continued her sentence with a faint smile but her voice sounded raucous.

Shafira looked quite surprised to hear Disa's confession.

“Perhaps, occasionally I would prefer to quarrel with them and we argue with each other against our wishes. Maybe we can get involved in a weird problem, sticking with our egos and minds. Feeling angry and disappointed because our wishes are not in line.”

“ But at the very least, they are still next to me. I can hug when I miss. I can hold her hand when I feel fragile. We can talk to each other, know each other's wishes. I could see their happy, sad and disappointed faces. More than that, I want to see them proud when I see how strongly I do whatever it takes to achieve what I want. Unfortunately, I'm not that lucky.”

Seen a sad look on Disa's face. I don't know why it's so easy that sentence slid out of his mouth. Maybe because he felt it himself.

“Not all parents can talk to and not all children have the opportunity to talk.” Shafira was still sarcastic but her facial features began to look disappointed. Maybe he was trying to express his feelings.

“True miss. But everyone has a chance to try. And I am not.” His voice sounded raucous. At this point he really felt his solitude. Without a friend, without a friend or someone he can talk to like a child and a parent.

Shafira stared at Disa. Visible Disa wiped a little tears that dripped without asking. But he kept trying to smile. As always, with a smile he will find things easier.

“Are you okay?” the question came out of Shafira's mouth.

As Disa had guessed, behind her haughty attitude, everyone always had a gentle corner of the heart.

“Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.”

Shafira smiled faintly, then looked back at the leaves out there that were blown by the wind. For a moment he closed his eyes, feeling the gust of wind that hit his face.

Maybe Disa should let it go. Make Shafira pass through and understand her own feelings.

“I excuse miss.” Pamit Disa who nodded her head.

Shafira is not chiming in, maybe she's getting dissolved.

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