Marry The Heir
Meet up

Traveling around the mall from one store to another is quite tiring for Disa and Shafira. Shafira has appeared different from her new hair made brown and pony at the front. It looks so much sweeter and fresher.

In both hands they had a lot of paper bags in the tent with Disa and her young lady seemed to be getting tired.

He saw the clock in his hand, it was quite late afternoon.

“Ke cafe first yuk, we eat bentar. You have to go back home bang’ke right?” sama later.

Apparently he noticed the words of Kinar that Disa had to return to her young master's house before the magrib. But hearing Shafira's call to her brother, Disa always wanted to smile even though she could only bear it. The call is too unique.

“Good miss.” The two head to the lobby mall and wait for Mr. Daan who just came out of the parking lot.

Only about 5 minutes, they waited for the car and before long Mr. Daan sounded the horn and gave the lights to Shafira and Disa.

“Mari ms.” Disa opens the door for Shafira while Pak Daan puts Shafira's groceries into the trunk.

“Pak, we go to cafe Meet up yes, gag far from here so don't be too cepet.” Instructions were given Shafira when Pak Daan was back behind his wheel.

“Good miss.” Then immediately began to drive his car.

“We must eat first mba, before you meet bang’ke. He must want a lot, right, like dady?”

Disa just smiled hearing Shafira's question. The call made him smile.

The distance of the mall with the cafe is not too far, just a few minutes and they have arrived at a beautiful cafe. Since getting off the car, many photo spots are visible in the cafe area. Some teenagers are also busy taking selfies with various poses.

Entering the cafe area that is not too crowded, Disa's eyes are charmed. The walls are filled with caricatures of real characters and cartoons. The seat is a mini sofa with a round table in the middle. On each table is a chandelier with a lighted candle in the center of the table. Very beautiful, it seemed like the owner had a high sense of art.

Looking at the hour that was half five in the afternoon, Disa immediately realized her obligation.

“Nona, I stay behind for a while, I have not prayed ashar.” Permission Disa to Shafira.

“Hem, go.”

Disa immediately met a servant and inquired about the whereabouts of the mushola. Luckily this cafe has a mushola so Disa can pray quietly. It is expected, they will be until the afternoon so Disa decided to bring along her parasitic mucus so as not to take too much space and fit in her tote bag.

After Disa died, Shafira raised her hand to summon a waiter.

A man approaching, “Good afternoon, what message would you like?” a familiar voice made Shafira who was choosing the menu look up quickly.

“Vin?” he said in disbelief.

“Sore fira.” So said Malvin, the class leader. Be friendly, very different than usual.

Shafira still does not believe, if what she sees is Malvin, the man she likes and always acts cold.

But this time the man before her smiled, for the first time Shafira saw him in person.

“Lo works here? How did I just know? Though I often come here.” Cerocos Shafira without brakes.

“I'm sorry, I'm at work. What message do you want?” timpal Malvin whispered in part of his sentence.

Shafira's lips are rounded, forming the letter O. In his work, Malvin still maintains his ethics, really Malvin who he knows.

“Chicken mozarela and chicken cordon bleu. Drink orange juice 2.” Shafira's message without taking her eyes off Malvin who was taking down the menu.

“Pake rice or potatoes?”

“Contact.”

“Good, in wait ya kak.” Timpal Malvin before passing away with a line of smiles.

Shafira was still looking at Malvin who was walking there and there. His hand made a support for his chin. Looking at Malvin, his shoulders slender-able and apparently his sweet smile, why did he just know now?

In one corner of the cafe, there is a piano. Maybe Malvin used to sit there and play it. He could imagine the dashing figure of Malvin playing a melody of a romantic song under a single floodlight, with a beautiful finger movement moving from one key to the other. And if only the romantic song was given Malvin to him.

“Akkhhh shafiraa jangaan ngayal!”

Shafira tried to remind herself.

He shook his head to drive away the hope of romance that should not be in his head.

One important moment Shafira knew from a Malvin and she wanted to capture it. He pulled out his phone and took some photos of Malvin while he was at work. His burly hands were so deft that they made Shafira smile to herself.

Seeing the lens catches, Shafira began to realize something. The cold expression Malvin showed as he nagged one of his servants. Maybe then Malvin was offended and Shafira was really stupid, saying a sentence that might have offended Malvin.

“Order sister, Chicken mozarela and chicken cordon bleu. Drink orange juice 2.” So said a waiter and this time not Malvin.

“Malvin where is mas?” there is a sense of disappointment that Shafira felt because it was not Malvin who delivered her order.

“Sedang recorded orders from other customers. Excuse me sis.” So is the waiter's chimpanzee.

Of course, the customer in this cafe is not just him.

Shafira exhaled slowly, her lips seemingly pursed with a gaze fixed on the food before her.

Disappointed, that's how he feels right now.

Lucky Disa has returned so it is enough to divert Shafira's disappointment. “Non fira,.”

“Hay, let's eat.” said Shafira who no longer looks as excited as before.

“Iya miss.”

“I ordered that menu, hope you like.”

“Yes, thank you. I really like it.”

He began to enjoy his food. Honestly, going around the mall makes her stomach hungry. One, two mouthfuls entered Disa's mouth quickly. While her young lady did not look too excited.

“Mba, “

Shafira called out to Disa doubtfully.

“Iya miss.” Immediately swallowed his food round and round, it seemed like his young miss would invite him over for a chat.

“Have you ever had someone who once felt so close and at other times felt so far away?”

Shafira began her question by still playing the fries at the end of her fork. Chocolates it into sauce then into mayonnaise but he doesn't eat, just in sight.

“Entertainment. Even still.” Timpal Disa's. The one on his mind right now was Damar.

“Oh yes? How are you doing now?” shafira's focus this time turned to Disa.

“Em,... At this time I feel our relationship is improving for some reason. I just thought, maybe there was a mistake I had forgiven and I tried to fix everything, even though I didn't know where my fault was."

"I just think of this as a causal relationship.” Disa Futur.

Shafira looked pensive. He turned his eyes back to Malvin. The man was busy receiving orders and ordering them to his friend in the pantry.

Shafira realized, Malvin is a cold man. While they were in the choir, they could talk casually, discussing the tone and notation but beyond that, their relationship was not very close. It looks like Malvin is applying professionalism in a friendly environment in his choir group.

“Do you ever feel disappointed with such an attitude?” Shafira spoke without taking her eyes off Malvin. His eyeballs moved to and fro as Malvin moved.

It seems Disa knows, who the person Shafira is referring to.

“Entertainment. But then I realized, that everyone has the right to behave as they want without my need to ask. Most importantly, I keep trying to be nice.”

There came a deep sigh from Shafira's mouth followed by a faint smile. “Yes, you are right mba, I must try to be kind.” Timpal Shafira later. He bit his chicken mozarela back but it looks like his cheese is cold.

“Oh yes, I have something.” Shafira's facial expression changed rapidly. He took a fairly thick pepper bag and showed it to Disa.

“Make you. Thanks for being my lucky friend today.” His impact while thrusting the paper bag on Disa.

“This phone?”

“Hem, open. And don't reject it.” Force Shafira for real.

Disa noticed the paper bag that Shafira gave her. A box is wide enough with the label of a bitten apple on the outside. When it opened, it turned out to be an iPad.

“Nona, this is too..”

“Udah, don't refuse. Remember, I like gag rejected. After all, you love design. Rather than the picture in the picture book, mending here. More clear and easier. Aye right?”

Disa is unable to speak. Her lips gave a smile but her eyes looked teary. He never expected Shafira to give this expensive gift.

Immediately Disa hugged her young lady tightly. “Thank you miss. Thank you very much.” Reveal Disa with full earnestness.

The one in the hug looked quite surprised. He had never gotten a hug like this from his mother though. For a moment, there was a warm feeling mixed with happiness upon seeing Disa's expression. It turns out like this the feeling he gets when making others happy. Warm and, I don't know Shafira can't even describe it.

“Sama-sama. Use it well. And next time, I'll ask you to design a shirt for me.”

Pat His back stiffly.

“Iya miss, I will use it well.”

Taking off his embrace, Disa again looked at this 11-inch flat object. It is black and very pretty. To get this thing with his own money, maybe he has to wait 5x the new payday can buy it.

Shafira is completely unpredictable and Disa is very grateful. There is always good in everyone's heart. Only we don't know.

*****

“How will you go home mba?” shafira asked when Disa asked Mr. Daan to turn into an elite town house.

“I can take a taxi miss.” So sahutan Disa to calm her young miss.

“How long are you home?”

“After finishing preparing dinner, maybe half 7. The white house sir.” points Disa at Pak Daan.

“Good mba disa.” Sahut Pak Daan's. He pulled over and stopped his car.

“Ya already, let me know if there are no taxis, then you will pick you up.”

“Good miss, thank you.”

From this day on, Shafira began to overprotective. Maybe he felt anxious about Disa who began to be considered as a friend.

Only a small nod becomes Shafira's sahutan.

The window glass began to be raised by Mr. Daan. Shafira was still watching Disa from a distance until she was not seen again.

Shafira was still in place, looking at the sturdy building before her which was dominated by glass. Here apparently the brother lived and only this time Shafira knew.

Talking to Disa, made Shafira start to know a little about her brother. Although Disa's answer was always diplomatic, there was at least a slight gap for her to get to know Kean. But until now, Shafira still did not dare to approach let alone approach her brother and ask, what was the reason Kean's gaze that looked so hateful to him.

“We go home sir.” Tell Shafira then. He was satisfied to look at the building.

“Good miss.”

He turned his steering wheel back and drove away from Kean's residence. Shafira could only stare at the neat edges of the street with flowers arranged on almost every back of the fence. When can he return to this place and greet his brother without feeling awkward. Hopefully someday.

Can enter the house with among Rahmat sir. He said he wanted to show me something.

“Young master hasn't come home yet, but he asked me to buy a small bench.” Said Mr. Grace who opened the door for Disa. “Tuh, the stool is there.” The impact on a small bench in front of the kitchen set.

“That's what you do sir?” Disa scrunched her forehead not understanding.

“I also do not know, young master just asked me to buy a small bench with a height of 30 cm. that's aja mba.” Bright Grace that scratches his head even though it is not itchy.

“Oh yes already, thanks sir.”

“Iya mba, equally.”

Grace passed while Disa immediately went into the bathroom to change her clothes and tidied her hair.

His work began, but before Disa noticed the small stool that was told by Mr. Rahmat earlier.

He tried to sit on it but did not fit and then tried to stand on it, Oh it turns out that this bench is intended so that Disa can reach the top kitchen set where she keeps the bowl and cup. How could his young master know that he could not reach the highest kitchen set?

After yesterday suddenly Mr. Grace gave the stairs this time this small bench that came.

Can look around the room, if there may be CCTV or the like. But there's no camera

CCTV is visible. Never mind, he should cook before his young master gets home.

*****