Marry The Heir
Excuse me

In brackets for days it turns out to be very boring for Shafira. He really wants to get out of the house to see other things besides the walls of his pink room or the quiet condition of the house.

Like almost mad in her own faux pas, Shafira ruffled her coarse hair then blew the strands of hair that fell on her face.

During his stay at home, it was only while eating that he felt he had his family, the rest were all passed by each. Sigit was busy with his work. Liana is preoccupied with grooming and traveling abroad while Shafira who is too used to being left alone.

Finally he decided to go down and meet Kinar.

The middle-aged woman was in the living room, receiving a file sent by a courier. Lately when Shafira noticed, Kinar often interacts with strangers. Received a brown envelope and went into her room, just like today.

“What are you hiding?” shafira's voice made Kinar flinch in place.

Before turning around, Kinar quickly hid the envelope behind his body. It turns out that the woman who looks very loyal to this family also has a secret that he still hides.

“Good day young miss.” Only that answer was received by Shafira.

Shafira tilted her body, trying to peek at what Kinar was hiding behind her body.

“Is there anything you need miss?” this time Kinar asked but still looked nervous despite trying to calm down.

“It seems, no one else should know what you are holding. What includes dady and mamih?” so did the pretty girl's fishing rod.

“Em, not miss. This is just an online shopping package.”

Shafira's mouth rounded and on her tiptoes tried to peek. “Oh yes, what online shopping package is now in the send in brown envelope? What is it, mask, oil or..” search Shafira who is getting closer.

Kinar looked increasingly nervous seeing Shafira approaching.

“I know you lie.” Shafira whispers in an intimidating tone like her dady often does.

Kinar swallowed his saliva roughly, it seemed that Shafira's guess was correct.

“Let me go for a walk for a while, then I'll shut up.” This beautiful girl is trying to make a deal.

“Sorry miss, big master won't let you go anywhere.”

“Oh yes? It's not that you could've let me go without having to report it to dady. Hem?”

Shafira stared intently at Kinar's eyes which were no taller than her. His lips were smiling yet his gaze was so cold, just like Sigit Junior. Perhaps this is one of the characteristics that Sigit passed on to his two children.

“Ba-good. But you have to be accompanied.”

“Yes sure, ask mba here to accompany me.”

“But miss, we have to go to the place of young master later in the afternoon.”

“I'm not in the mood to argue. You just set it.”

Shafira chose to end her conversation and turned around leaving Kinar who was still thinking hard. He looked back at the brown envelope in his hand, then hid it behind his body. It seems he has no other choice but to let Shafira go.

"I'll be down in a few hours." exclaimed Shafira without turning to look at Kinar. His steps were so sure to climb one by one the stairs to his room.

Kinar just shook his head. Yeah, he lost.

*****

“Change your clothes, don't wear maid clothes. I'm tired of seeing it.” Shafira said, a few moments before Disa got into the car.

“I, have to change clothes miss?” Can was trying to clarify the young lady's orders.

“Hem. Wear clothes like you're going to play. You like wearing sneakers, don't you?” Shafira gave the command without taking her eyes off the phone screen in her hand. It seemed like he was choosing the place they were going to.

“Good miss, please wait a minute.” Disa nodded politely before leaving and changing her clothes.

Very confusing, when suddenly Kinar told him to accompany Shafira away but must not be late to prepare dinner for his young master. And this time, he was asked to change clothes, but it was better to wear a maid uniform because he did not have to be confused about which clothes he would wear.

What's up with today?

Sculpting in front of his closet, trying to choose the clothes he would wear. There are only 4 clothes stels in the closet and choose just the origin, after all he does not have to rival the appearance of his young miss.

As usual he chose jeans that are not too beautiful, plain white shirts and oversized jackets. Don't forget the sneaker to bandage his legs. He also brought his loyal friend, tote bag, to store his cellphone and wallet and a maid uniform for him to change clothes later.

“Sorry to have young lady waiting.” He bowed in front of Shafira. His breathing was still panting from running worried that his young lady's mood was changing.

“Fine.” Shafira slightly shifted her body giving place to Disa.

“Thank you miss.” Sitting at odds with the young lady who was wearing a very soft fragrance perfume. Very appropriate to his personality.

“Street.” That's Shafira's orders to Mr. Daan.

The car drove to the place where Shafira wanted to visit. He said, a mall that they will visit now, because the young lady really wants to shop and pamper herself as a form of revenge for having been in brackets for 5 days in the house.

“You still wear it?” Shafira pointed at the head of the back of Shafira.

“Oh this? Yes miss, so as not to get sultry.” Holding a nest clip that still supports her hair. Honestly he just reasoned because actually he did not let go because he forgot, but it does not seem to matter.

“Hem, how's bang' to?”

“Where's miss?” He looked at his young lady questioningly.

“I mean, kean. My brother's. I used to call him that, because he never spoke or expressed himself to me. But I know, he hates me so much.” Shafira brightly with a look of face that began to look moody.

“Oh sorry miss, I didn't know if it was young master's call.” Little wants to smile, because Shafira's call to her brother is quite funny.

“What's his house like?” ask Shafira later. It is not strange that Disa will think about her and her brother, because their relationship is very strange.

Hearing Shafira's question, it seems to be true information from Tina, if this family can not be guessed. They don't know each other, they're busy taking care of each other. Decomposing their relationship is like unraveling a tangled thread that will only waste time. It does not meet its end but drains most of its energy and mind.

Perhaps that was the reason Tina reminded Disa not to get emotionally involved with this family.

“Aesthetic. Like it's home young master.” It only describes the outline.

“What does he behave like? Is he so fierce and annoying like dady?”

Disa was a little stuck hearing Shafira's next question, it seems like the sister is looking for the figure of the brother from her.

“Can, don't break his heart. Make them have a good impression of each other, so they want to know each other.” So whispered the angel beside Disa. Yes, he must be wise to answer the question of his young lady.

“Setauku, he really doesn't like any strangers around him. Including me and my parents. Looks like we're just a bunch of people he should avoid.” Shafira's gaze looked pushy. He looked at Disa without any change in expression.

He waited for Disa to agree.

“Good young private master. That's all I know, miss.” Defensive is better for Disa.

“Oh yes? What's hobby?”

Shafira's question puts Disa as if she knows better than him.

“Maybe sports, because young master has complete sports tools.”

“Yes, several times. But not much.”

Can answer as they are. Indeed only a few times they met and already these few days, Disa had never seen her young master. Just after Sunday morning and the young master forbade him to prepare dinner.

“I'm a little envious of you mba. You can talk to each other, but we, never even greet each other and ask the news. Sometimes I'm confused, are we really brothers, why is it so foreign.” Shafira.

It turned out that this cute young lady, deep in her heart she was eager to get to know her family, just that there was no chance. Or maybe they don't want to create an opportunity to get to know each other.

But without them knowing it, Shafira begins to change her own calling. I'm turning into me. More than that they began to share the moment, maybe he began to feel comfortable near Disa.

Along the way, only the quiet that existed between them. Being worried about thinking of an answer if her young lady again asked, While Shafira, I don't know, she was engrossed in opening her social media but her gaze was blank.

*****

Arriving at the big mall, Shafira's sentence is the last to cover the conversation during the trip. Mr. Daan dropped Disa and Shafira in the lobby, while he looked for a parking space.

“Okey, let's have fun.” Shafira exclaimed with passion.

He leapt up a little cheerfully, like a horse that had just escaped from his palace. Behind her attitude that tries to look mature, her young lady is still a teenage girl who is trying to enjoy her good times.

“Come mba!” shafira shouted calling Disa who was quite far behind.

Look, he smiled making Disa smile. His face is very cheerful. It is different when you are in the car.

Disa widens her steps to pursue her young miss.

Ride the escalator to the 4th floor, where you want to go to Shafira. From where he stands today, they can see the people down there who pass by with their respective busyness. The lights below also look beautiful and neatly arranged.

The salon, is the first place Shafira goes. Want to lighten his head that feels heavy, he admitted.

“Mba, do you want to nominate all of you?” tawar Shafira has made a reservation with the salon owner.

“No non fira, I will wait here.” Disa is still shameless not to get good treatment from her non-young.

“Yes already, you go around first if you are bosen, buy what you are. Use my debit card.”

Offering one of its debit cards from among the other debit cards. The young lady does not need to be afraid of running out of money. Maybe he can buy this mall, if he wants. But again, material sufficiency is not always directly proportional to happiness.

“No miss, I have no intention of buying anything. Maybe I'll just go around.” Timpal Disa later.

“Ya already, if there's anything call me.” Calling Disa's phone so Disa knows her phone number. "That's my number." he added.

“Oh good miss.” Immediately Can save the mobile number of his young lady.

“Yuk ce!” take Shafira to a salon employee. It seems they know each other.

Shafira started her treatment. It is very fun to just sit here and wait for Shafira to finish her treatment series.

Finally, I chose to leave the salon. His steps were slow, in order to see the surrounding shops even though he did not intend to buy.

“Tag first, who knows later have the rejekinya.” Mumbled Disa in his heart.

From where he stood, he saw a men's and women's clothing store. Some are formal clothes that are certainly at fantastic prices. A black dress, coupled with a suit stelan, looks like it's a couple. This adds inspiration to Disa, considering she never designed a couple outfit.

Try to get closer and pay attention to the shirt more carefully.

“Please,.” greet a shopkeeper who is courteous when Disable enters his shop.

He just smiled and then came in. The goal was directly on the clothes he had seen.

Touching a suit cloth wrapped around the body of the male mannequin and it felt very soft. He tried to peek at the price, crazy one stel this suit almost 4 millions. He could not imagine the price of his young master's clothes that were lined up in the closet. It may be equivalent to the cost of eating it for life.

Switch to the black dress next to her. Can wipe the material, very soft and cool.

“We have one hanging in hanger, if sister want to try.” The voice of the shopkeeper behind him.

Disa nodded, she really wanted to try it. Try it first, it's still free, he thought.

The dress hanging in the hanger was offered by the maid. Can pay close attention to the material that holds it to the details of the suture and model.

“Welcome sir,.” greet a waiter back there.

From the reflection of the mirror in front of Disa, a well-clothed man walked into the store and all the servants lined up neatly.

“I stay a while kak.” Said the waiter behind Disa.

It seems he knows which real buyers are and which ones just want to try. Never mind, he did not intend to buy, just wanted to know. There is no need to be followed like a prospective buyer with a thick wallet.

Disa did not take a headache, she preferred to put the shirt on her body. It looks very snug and the material is very comfortable when touching the skin. He also peeked at the price tag attached to the brand on the neck.

3 million more. The material is very good.

When Disa aspired to be a painter, her om, Sugih, strictly forbade her. He said being a painter could not guarantee his future. If he likes to draw, he suggests Disa to become a designer.

It turns out that true, with a good design, having a famous brand and good material, this piece of cloth can be worth fantastic. Unfortunately, he couldn't get to that point. Not being a painter, especially as a designer.

His place is here, as a servant who can only obey the orders of his master.

“You can have it if you like.” A voice resuscitated Disa from her daydream.

Disa was stunned, the man was behind her and noticed Disa from the reflection of the mirror.

“No, thank you.” Coulda immediately return the clothes to the shopkeeper, he held it too long until he thought would buy it.

“Take it, I'll pay for it.” The man is forcing.

He looked at the man before him. Stelan branded clothes, maybe more expensive than the clothes on display. Famous brand watches and very shiny shoes. He's not just anyone.

“Why should I receive it?” He could ask seriously. This man's gaze was so infuriating, paying attention to it with detail and his lips were smiling with an expression like the middle of teasing.

“Because I like it.” The man's chimpanzee with certainty.

“Oh yes?”

The man nodded confidently and took one step closer to Disa.

“You can buy what you like, but I am not one you can buy.” Resolutely with a cold expression.

He felt that this man was degrading him.

Without waiting for the response of the man, Disa immediately left after saying the word “Excuse” firmly. It seems this is not a place where he should linger.

“Thank you, please come back.” Said the waiter as he opened the door for Disa.

“No, I will never come back.” Grumpy Disa in his heart.

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