Marry The Heir
CCTV Live

POV Kean:

I haven't seen a waiter in the house. Just after Sunday morning. I'm busy with my work and usually only come home at 8 p.m. Of course he's home.

Always, the house was very quiet and the lights were brightly lit. It seems like he's starting to understand that I don't like to be in dim light.

I again remembered my fad when playing CCTV installed at home and connected to my ipad. At first I just wanted to check if the CCTV was working properly or not.

But apparently, something surprised me. On a whim I replayed the CCTV and there was only a recording of the movement of the waiter named Disa.

Some days I'm starting to understand his habits when he comes to my house.

Arrive at home usually at 5 a.m. He was wearing a maid shirt and his hair was neatly braided with the nest clasps as I usually see. He would remove the old ash or brown coat and hang it in the kitchen hanger. He also reflected in the reflection of the microwave in the kitchen, maybe tidying up his hair.

Why didn't she go to the bathroom to see her full appearance?

Then he prepared to cook, take out all the ingredients and cook rice. While waiting for the rice to cook, he usually will clean the room. Starting from sweeping, mopping and tidying up the sofa. It seems he feels quite strange because every day the sofa is always a mess of my former bed.

Yeah, I've been sleeping on the couch for a few nights. Although when I wake up it feels sore but I feel that this is more comfortable and soothing. The television lit up all night, accompanying me who was asleep under the thick blanket while hugging the bolster. I was just about to move into the room at about 4am, when my eyes were not too sleepy.

There were only leftovers and drinks that were usually scattered on the table.

During her work, I noticed her face, she cleaned the house with a cheerful face. Every now and then he pricked and his mouth seemed to mutter. Maybe singing because I can't hear what's coming out of his mouth. But seeing her behavior, sometimes I smile. I think it's a shitty routine. He cleaned it up and I made it fall apart. But why does he look happy?

Finished with a clean-up, he will immediately cook. Prepare breakfast and then arrange it beautifully. And breakfast was the one who enjoyed it. It usually lasts until lunch.

It's a boring routine because every day it's what he does. Variations only during the day. Sometimes he washed, accompanied by clothes, swept the garden and sprayed the flowers so as not to wilt.

Two days back, he brought a basket from the walk in closet. A basket full of it he brought. Wash it all day and hang it in the backyard. His steps are still fast even though one hand holds his waist that may feel sore or sore from working all day.

He's like a trance, going around without ever taking a break. Her work is connected but she seems to like it.

If I noticed, he never tasted the dishes he made. But it tastes pretty good, it fits my tongue. And worse, he never ate or drank while in my house. He brought his own provisions, a bottle of water and a box of food that he would eat at the hour should be a coffee break.

Though as I recall, I only forbade him to taste my food instead of forbidding him to eat and drink in my house.

He's too obedient.

Two days back, I was shocked by her suddenly climbing onto the sofa. I thought he was going to take off the CCTV camera that I had attached to the lamp, apparently not. He tiptoed and tried to clean the top window glass.

His not-so-high body, made him unable to reach that part even though he was on tiptoes. As a result, he fell, fell. Lucky to hit the couch. I saw him startled myself.

I actually want to laugh but I'm afraid of sin. Honestly, it amuses me quite a lot.

The next day, he washed the old cup that was not in use. Then try to keep it in the kitchen set at the top. Again, his less tall body became a problem in itself for him.

He tried using the unused block paving that was in the backyard. Put it together and go up on it. I am tickled myself worried that he might fall again because it must be very painful.

And stupid, why not just use a dining chair?

Wait, why should I worry? Wasn't he paid to do the job? Why should I feel sorry? Isn't the work he's doing still within reasonable limits?

And then today, why do I have to call Grace and ask her to give me a small stool to ride? Come on, this sucks. I shouldn't be so weak and care so much like this.

I cursed my own brain which sometimes thinks beyond my own reason. This is not the real me. It seemed like several times the angel of kindness possessed me and made my heart soften.

Not that I dodged it, just that I wasn't used to being in the same place as strangers. Yes, he is still a stranger to me.

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“Paradisa, how are you? Long time no see.” One line of messages was received by Disa when she was busy designing a shirt.

Disa sees the sender, who turns out to be Nita. From his call, it was actually very familiar. Because only Nita called him with the prefix of his full name. He said he did not want to omit the true meaning of the name Disa.

According to his father, if in Latin, the name Paradisa has the meaning of a beautiful place exactly as Nita once said. It seems true that the name is do’a, and the father of Disa used to expect his daughter to be a beautiful figure.

"You are indeed beautiful paradisa, can design beautiful clothes and paintings that you make are very comfortable in the eyes." so praise Nita some time ago when he presented the design of two clothes for Nita.

A line of smiles was seen in the corner of Disa's lips. Nita always remembers when they rarely communicate.

“Alhamdulillah, good news ma'am. Mom how are you?” the message was sent in reply.

“Alhamdulillah good mother news. Sorry to interrupt the nights, I want to deliver a message from aunt adela.” The name of her sister is mentioned by Nita.

“Iya ma'am, how? Can I help you?”

“Em, aunt adela ask to see you son. He said he wanted to make a dress design for the party. Where do you live now, son? Let aunt adela find you?”

Seeing this message, Disa looked pensive. There was no way he would invite his guests to this house.

“Good ma'am. Maybe there who will play to mom's house.”

“Well, when? What if I met you at the gallery?”

His lips curled his smile again. If the gallery he went to, maybe he would meet back with the man a million charms.

Disa glanced at the sitting calendar that was on her desk. One week later he got 1 day off. Even if he returned to Bandung, it would not be enough time because in the morning he had to be at the home of his young master.

Can be silent for a moment while leaning his head against the wall with a face up. He looked at the yellowish light that dazzled his eyes. The shadow of the person he wanted to meet again was reflected in his mind. Yes, Jenar.

Is it possible that he should go back to making busyness as an excuse to not be able to see the grandmother again?

He breathed deeply, he still had to think.

“Will I call you as soon as you can ma'am.” as soon as you reply Disa. Berdo’a only if he can keep his promise.

Disa's focus is back to switch on her ipad that is still on. He again scratched his stylus pen on the surface of the glass. A dress design he made for his young lady. Although not sure about the size, but when he hugged Shafira earlier it felt like he knew the size of the circumference of his young lady's body.

She planned to make this dress. Thank you for the gift that your young lady gave you.

Remembering Shafira made Disa conclude one thing. Her young miss was happy to give away an item or something as an expression of her feelings. He is someone who is royal in a friendship and it looks like Disa must maintain an attitude so that there are no bad thoughts from people around him.

He was very afraid if people thought he was friends with Shafira for reasons of wealth. He did not want to make a pleasant work atmosphere just broken.

Pink color, a color that is suitable for use by her young lady who is beautiful and white. Disa added some beads in the clothes she designed to look young and sweet. He had to quickly buy a cloth, in order to sew this shirt and give it to Shafira. Hope your young lady likes it.

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