Marry The Heir
6 Hours

Enter the house by slacking because the night is very late. He entered through the back door and went straight to his room. The atmosphere was very quiet because the clock had shown at 11 pm. There was only the sound of the AC fan making a roaring sound.

“Dimarahin gag?!”

“ASTAGA!!” exclaimed Disa who was stunned to hear the sudden voice.

He held onto his chest that was pounding violently in shock with gasping breath. He turned around and it turned out that Shafira, who was standing behind him, was crossing her arms in front of her chest while leaning against the pole.

“Young moon, good night.” Is still with his efforts to regulate the breath and massage the chest.

“What bang’ke angry?” Shafira focused more on the question that Disa had not answered.

“No miss, young master is not angry.”

“Thank God, I think you will be in maki mba same bang’ke.” Can be seen the anxious look that Shafira shows and makes Disa feel moved.

“Not non fira, young master just ask me to clean up the house so go home later.” However, Disa cannot make her young lady think that her brother is evil.

“Sgratitude.” Reveal again.

“Non fira hasn't slept?” Disa noticed Shafira's tired face and her still wet hair.

“Can't sleep yet. Can I come in?” pointing to the door of Disa's room that was still closed.

“Oh can, briefly.” Can open the door of his room wide and let Shafira enter. He took a small chair and let his young lady sit down. “Please miss.”

“I'd rather sit here, can you?” pointing at the neat Disa bed.

“Oh can miss, please.”

“Hem thank you. You want to clean up go, I'll wait here.” Sit his body on the bed Disa then lean on the edge of the bed.

“Good miss, I stay a while.”

Take a change of clothes and a towel and then cus, go to the bathroom. Not much time spent in the bathroom, he was worried that his young lady needed something so long waiting for him.

Upon returning to the room, Shafira was still sitting in her place. Playing a flat object in his hand with a henchman. Can put a towel on his shelf, then comb the hair that he braids all day.

“Your hair turns out to be Long.” Shafira noticed Disa's long hair.

His hair is good. Natural brownish color and slightly wavy on the bottom. Jenar said, similar to her mother.

“Iya miss, I rarely cut hair.” I'm Disa.

“Hem, me too. Just a certain moment I cut my hair.”

“For example?”

Shafira smiles hearing Disa start to kepo. He is usually a loyal listener.

“If I am very angry with people around me or when I want to end the anger.” Acutely.

He cut his hair when he went to the salon a few days ago.

“Everyone has their own way of dealing with his emotions.” Disa admits what Shafira said.

“If you are, what do you usually do when angry?” change the curious Shafira.

“Em,. when I am angry I usually doodle canvas or picture books. Actually when happy or sad even my impingement is canvas and watercolor and brush.”

He smiled at the end of his sentence. He quite missed the moment where he could freely draw expressing his feelings.

“Emotion you produce works yes mba.” Shafira chuckled at Disa's reply.

“Maybe. I just think that when we are emotional, our energy is drained a lot. And painting can make me become calmer.”

Shafira smiled faintly at Disa's words. “Hem, if only I could paint kayak mba there, maybe there are many paintings I made because my emotions overflow.” I'm Shafira with her crisp laugh.

“In exchange, miss can do things that she likes when she's emotional. For example, the lady can sing as the lady usually does.”

Disa's memory takes her as she sneaks to hear Shafira's voice in her room. Very sweet, good to hear.

“You heard it?"

Disa nodded for sure.

"Originally you know mba, I can only sing in school.” Shafira looked at the ceiling of Disa's room with an inexplicable gaze.

“Because at school, people will applaud my voice and my singing. But while here, no one else enjoyed it but me. No one cares.” Switch the face of Disa in the face of Shafira with a line of smiles. The smile that made Disa's heart go along.

I don't know what kind of chiming Disa clear he also felt the feeling of loneliness Shafira.

“One time, give me the honor to listen to the voice of non fira.” Reveal Disa with full earnestness.

Shafira just smiled and nodded, a deep sigh led her to the deep gratitude of being able to meet with Disa.

“I can nginep here mba?” suddenly doors.

Disa was a little stunned at Shafira's question.

“I promise I gag ngorok.” show peace cue accompanied by a sulking face on Disa.

Disa nodded softly at the request of her young lady. Of course, how could he dare to drive Shafira away.

“Non-fira hair is still wet, I help dry it so that gag headaches.”

“Hem,” laid his body with the head he placed on top of Disa's thigh. Disa immediately grabbed a towel from her shelf and began to dry Shafira's hair.

For a while Shafira looked at Disa with a line of smiles. "Can I tell you about mba?"

"Please,." said the one who smiled back.

“Kalo said my psychologist, it looks like you have the personality of Steadiness.” Speaking while looking at Disa who was above his face.

“Oh yes? Is that bad?”

Shafira. “Very fun. Supel, engrossed in chat, quiet, good listener, patient.”

“Wow.” He was amazed by his young lady's words.

“But a bit slow, the problem is very thorough.” he chuckles

"Then, can it be changed?" Disa began to be interested in their chat materials.

"Nothing needs to be changed from yourself. Enough to be yourself. There is no need to be someone else to be accepted by the people around us." Shafira's chiming chimpanzee.

His eyes fell back on the white door. To be honest, he was just reminding himself, who was always trying to be a pleasant person to many people. But in fact, his efforts were in vain and he was losing himself even more.

Shafira once again turned to look at Disa. They throw each other smiles.

In this section there are many things they discuss about personality that Shafira learned from her psychologist. For some things both laugh at the same time. They spend the night together waiting for drowsiness to pick up. Shafira is engrossed in telling personality types and Disa is engrossed in listening.

It's fun, because it's like making new friends.

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POV Kean's :

“Tok tok” knocking sound on door back heard.

Of course, it was Disa who knocked on my room door slowly.

“Hem,“ I'm going to answer it like that.

“Good morning young master. It's 6 o'clock it's time to exercise.” That sound I heard later.

I actually woke up a while ago just that I was still waiting for Disa to wake me up.

Don't geer, not because I want to hear his voice, I just want to make sure whether he is consistent and obedient or not with the task I give.

A few days with the same routine and the same sound, I got used to it. Sometimes I sneer at his raw words with his lips manya meme my style.

“I'm up.” As soon as I shouted to signal him to stop knocking on the door and please continue with the rest of the work.

I immediately woke up, sat on the bed and wriggled my joints that felt fresh. It had been a few nights that I had gotten my deep sleep and upon waking up, it was like a thousand energies rising from within me. Probably thanks to my very neat room.

My neck no longer hurts and my head feels light. It turns out that a warm bath before going to bed in addition to eating fullness, becomes a panacea to treat fatigue after work.

I take my shorts and wear a thin t-shirt to exercise. I opened the window of my room and it felt so fresh when the morning air came in and swept over my face which was still a pillow face.

I went to the bathroom for a while to wash my face and brush my teeth. Routine habits that I definitely do.

Getting down the stairs while running became an early warm-up for me.

“Good morning young master, today you want breakfast what?” it was definitely that sentence I heard when I arrived at the dinner table and drank my water to the toilet.

“Serah.” It was my ninja answer. He would just nod and smile, it seemed like he knew what would be my answer.

“For lunch, you want cooked what sir?”

“Serah.” My second ninja's answer.

Without even answering, he would cook a different menu and I would have spent it.

Again he nodded and smiled, too boring. Every now and then I want to hear it protest because it always gets a “Terasurah” answer from me.  But it looks like the stock of patience is still a lot, new understanding a few days. Or maybe she hasn't met her period of menses so her emotions are still stable.

I can't wait for him to get angry with barking eyes or the occasional mumbling like the first time we met.

I took my skipper that she had prepared on the table next to the television. I ran small and my eyes were still watching him cook.

Once ago I saw him take an item from the kitcen set up top and horeee his hand up. Maybe because of the help of the bench I bought.

He should thank me for being a very understanding and caring employer.

Doing sports in the park, I started by skipping 100 times, then push up and pull up closed by running around the park. This is a sport I do every morning. It was quite successful to restore the muscles of my body that had started to relax and were now back in place.

My sweat was pouring out, soaking up the whole body. When he entered the house and passed through the kitchen, he must have turned his face away or lowered his head.

Not polite! Was I that bad when I was sweating?

This part pisses me off about his behavior.

I sipped back a glass of water that he had refilled. Without saying a word I went back to the bathroom to take a shower and changed clothes.

My work stelan is already on the bed. Complete with a watch, belt and a pair of shoes neatly glazed on the floor. I've always loved the way she dressed up and the clothes I wore. Looks dignified and dashing but not impressed old.

Errata, I have been authoritative and dashing since I was born.

Take a shower for 10 minutes and get dressed and dry my hair. I started to dislike using pomade, getting more used to drying my hair naturally and just combing it neatly. The head does not feel heavy and dizzy.

Grind yourself in front of a mirror, tidy up your shirt and tie then,

“DISA!!” yell at

“YA ME!”

Look, he's used to answering my calls like that and I'm used to yelling like that to calling him up to me.

5,6,7,8,9,10, taraaaa. Tidying up her hair child and adjusting her breathing before getting close to me.

I'll kick a small stool for it to rise to align with my body. Her body is shorter than me makes her need a tool to line my fingers when pairing a tie.

I can indeed wear my own tie but the tie he pairs, neater and not crowded and easy to take off. I don't know how he made the knot.

During the tie we just fell silent to each other. He focused on knotting, tightening it and then rubbing my chest to tidy up a new shirt in a suit. While I, must try to hold my breath and a stifling feeling that sometimes comes suddenly.

This time I even found out that there was a mole on his right temple and a scar on his forehead that was starting to fade. It looks like the wound he got when he was a kid.

Hey, comeon! I don't need to be this careful with the woman in front of me.

“The hope is ready sir, will you come down now?” that sentence that I heard next after he got off the bench and finished tidying up my appearance.

“Hem,” is my effective statement which he instantly understands.

He picked up my briefcase, zipped it out and asked, “Didn't anyone fall behind sir?”

“No. Bring it down and put it in the car.” That's my next word.

He just opened his mouth, I replied directly, “The lock of his garage is in the drawer.” Pointing to where I kept the garage key.

“Good sir.”

He got off first after picking up the garage key. I picked up my phone which was just finished on the new charge following him.

When I got off, he wasn't at the dinner table. I saw the garage door open and he was pecking near the door.

“What are you doing?” my cynic.

He's a little surprised.

“Master, this.” pointed at the peeling paint due to the incident the other day.

“Ya, my friend from australia came home today so I will just take her to his workshop.” Sahutku relax.

But to him it doesn't seem to relax. He was still looking at the paint with a face that looked guilty.

“What should school to australia to fix car paint like this?” his voice sounded raucous.

I scoffed, either she was naive or just pretending to be naive. How could he think he had to go to Australia to learn how to fix car paint. I really want to laugh.

But wait, I want to work on it.

“You think fixing car paint is easy? Especially a car like this.”

Look, he started to look over and looked increasingly wrinkled to the point of not daring to chim in.

“Prepare breakfast, I've had bad luck.”

Directly open the car door, keep my work bag in the left seat and then close it slowly. Very carefully. I really want to laugh at her behavior, she thinks my car is so gelatinous that it should be meek so?

He went straight to the dinner table, preparing breakfast on a plate complete with spoons and forks on the left and right sides.

Sitting at my place and starting to enjoy breakfast while she was still lowered in her place. I glanced at him with the corner of an eye, his fingers twisting each other playing his apron lace. Characteristics for someone who is nervous or afraid.

“I'm sorry.” His voice was raucous, barely audible.

“For?” I continued to chew my fried rice while listening to the sentence.

“When we collided, I thought I was the most unfortunate person in the world to have to lose the cake ingredients we bought with great difficulty. But as it turns out, the trouble for you is much greater."

"The cost to spend is much greater than what I spend. I'm sorry sir, I'm really sorry.”

At first glance I saw him who was still lowered and occasionally nodded expressing his apology.

It was like there was sand between the fried rice that I enjoyed. He looked so guilty and unlucky, I just fucked him. I should have stopped my snoring.

I took my drinking water and gulped it down to the toilet.

“If you are sorry, work correctly.” I can only chimed in like that. In a sense, enough of her guilt, I was just kidding.

“Is there any attitude of my displeasure or my job that is not good sir? I'll fix it.”

Uh, he's a baper. He really put it in his heart.

He looked at me fixedly with the look of his shoulder.

“It's good enough, keep it even if you can upgrade.” My friend, exactly a teacher who is writing a review on report. I want to laugh at my own absurd words.

“Good sir.” He immediately nodded and smiled.

Already, don't put on a face like that, make me feel guilty just for working on it. I should finish my breakfast and go to the office. There was enough drama this morning.

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