Marry The Heir
Umbrella

Two hours passed, the rain had not stopped while the book in his hand was finished. Can go to the cashier table which is now in the care of Mr. Hamid's son.

“Udah done kak?” ask the 16-year-old girl.

“Udah, how many decks?”

The girl looked over and started printing the billing. “Fourty seven thousand.” Sahutya while handing the billing to Disa.

He was handed a blue note and three patimura bills into his change.

“Still deck.” Sahut Disa who immediately left.

In front of the bookshop Disa was still staring at the flow of water leading to the sewer. His hands looked up to feel the water droplets that still fell from the sky even though it was not too heavy. The sky began to darken and the cold began to feel crimping the feathers I sat Disa. He was able to stand up and embrace his body with both hands.

“You want to go home?” ask for a voice from behind.

Can look back for a moment and again fixated when he knew who was in front of him.

“Iya..” sahut Shortened.

“You can use my umbrella.” The man thrust a cream-colored folding umbrella at Disa.

“No need brother, I will wait for the rain to subside.” timpalnya nervously.

“Day has started afternoon, it is not good girls go home malem.” The male chimpanzee continues to thrust his umbrella.

“Then, brother himself?”

The man smiled looking at Disa's stiff expression. “I'm picking up a friend in a minute. Or do you want to come with me?”

“Oh no need, I borrow her umbrella only.” Of course Disa was still shameless if she accepted the man's invitation. He received the umbrella with a stiff smile on his face.

“Not to be returned, just think of it as a thank you because you have shown the dean's room.” It seems that the man can already guess the next question Disa.

“Thank you brother..”

“You can call me reza. Coincidentally I also teach at this campus.”

“Oh sorry sir..” immediately Can change his call. Reza just smiled seeing the shock of Disa.

Soon a luxury car stopped in front of them.

“I first..” pamit Reza who is taken full of earnestness by Disa. He looked at the orange-colored luxury car that must have been fantastic. Unimaginable number of digits that must be issued to pay a prestige.

After the death of the man named Reza, Disa smiled to herself when she saw the umbrella in her hand. It was so sweet and made her heart beat for some reason.

“Thank you mr. reza..” murmured in heart.

It seems he began to understand why the scene in Indian films is dominated by dancing in the rain. Romance can always destroy anyone.

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“What aunt says, gag need to go to college. I will finally believe it. The women's section ends only to the kitchen.” The sentence slid smoothly as Meri's first response when she heard the news that Disa would be in DO.

Disa glanced at Damar who had been antennas with fried chicken in his hand. It seemed that he did not care about the sorrow of Disa.

“What kind of boy!” grunts of Disa in his heart. His hands clenched in annoyance. He still felt that his half-cousin brother also had a share in this incident.

His lips were pursed with a gaze that did not switch from Damar. And in the face, cool chewing without guilt.

“But there want to stand on foot in itself tan. Could want to have a job so as not to depend on anyone's life.” This time Disa dared to chimed in.

“Emang what's wrong with being a housewife? Aunty can still tell you to eat, right? More!” cetus Meri glanced at Disa's plate.

Disa stopped the stunt staring at Damar. He saw the contents of his plate that was still half intact. It feels like his appetite is gone just like that changed with the roar of tears that he tried to hold in his eye fertilizers.

Damar just glanced and stared at the faint Disa. He took the chicken skin that Disa had collected on the side of his plate.

“Kak, it's got me!” exclaiming Disa with stammering. But Damar didn't care. He put it in his mouth with pleasure.

“Noh eat this one, make mewek asaleman need energy.” Damar put a fried chicken that lived a piece on the Disa plate while moving from his seat.

“Iisshhh!!! Brother damaarrr!!” exclaims Disa with growls. Damar is so annoying to him.

Meri who heard the cry of Disa, just glanced then glared because her son was in teriaki. Disa fell silent again and locked her mouth tightly. He filled his fried chicken with frustration.

How could there be someone as thick as Damar in his life?

It turns out that Cinderella's suffering does not always take the form of a mother and a half-sister. Damar is the more annoying of the two.

*****

Eliminating the feeling of uncertainty Damar chose to meet his friends in the workshop. He arrived when Eko, the workshop owner almost closed the rolling door of his workshop. Damar came at a quick pace and held Eko's hand.

“Woy, spit this. Why come back again? Is anyone missing?” eko asked as he looked at Damar who was sitting on the sofa in the workshop.

Damar only fell silent with a cold gaze fixed on the car engine that was dismantled this afternoon.

Of course, every time he fought with Disa, Damar's appearance must have looked very tangled. Damar was the type of person who could not express everything with words but everything was very visible from his attitude and the look in his eyes.

“Can be almost in DO due to college cost problem.” Cetus Damar threw the tyre rope in his hand in annoyance.

Eko understood. If in the past Damar was so happy because in DO from his campus but when he was almost in DO was his cousin's sister he looked very chaotic.

“Lo jail he likes malak him, so now you feel guilty right?” Eko approached Damar and sat down. Damar only turned his head for a moment then again threw away his gaze.

“Lo gag do not know, I rag malak him.” Timpal Damar was upset.

“Yaa... I just know if I take money forcibly from ade lo it is not malak name.” Cibir Eko stared at his best friend. Damar did not chimed in, he was still with his frustration. “Kalo Disa gag lecture, I married aja deh ade lo the sweet. My income is enough to make my living expenses the same as him.” Furthermore Eko who imagined the sweet face of Disa in his mind..

“Don't dream lo!” suhut Damar with barking eyes.

Eko just chuckles. Damar always overreacted when talking about Disa the village flower. Error, complex flowers.

“Gue gag understands, you are always evil as him, but I also deketin gag may. Lo why the hell bro? Though when SMP lo deket very same he was like a statement letter with a stamp, only valid if you guys together.”

“Analogy of anjim!” timpal Damar shook his head at Eko's words.

Eko only chuckled, finally he could see his best friend smiling faintly. Damar leaned his body to the edge of the sofa. It seems like his mind drifted somewhere.

#Flash back on

Right, Damar and Disa used to be very close. Disa was her junior sister when SMP who was 1 year younger than her. If you remember the first meeting with Disa, sometimes Damar smiled to himself.

At that time, BK teachers were conducting raids on boys who often brawl and troublemaker including Damar.

“Your lines are here!” snapped Irwanto at the eighteen mischievous students before him.

Damar and his seventeen colleagues followed the orders of Irwanto, his BK teacher. He did not feel the slightest fear because he had hidden the evidence a moment ago.

Damar still remembered the face of the girl he had forced to keep the motor gear inside his bag. If not mistaken, the girl carried a picture book and crayoon in her arms. The girl was a little shocked when Damar suddenly opened his bag and inserted a motor gear right in front of the school gate.

“Lo simple well do not get razzia!” damar's message then. The girl just nodded with a frightened face.

“Damar, open your bag!” tell Irwanto while kicking the Damar bag lying on the ground at the owner.

Damar calmly opened his bag and took out all the contents. There is only one book that has not been written anything and 2 black and blue ballpoints.

Irwanto stared in disbelief at the contents of the very minimalist Damar bag. Usually he will find a motor gear, a knife and a chain, typical of children who do brawl, but this time nil.

“I gag bring nothing sir?” damar said with a thin grin. Irwanto simply nodded and his gaze shifted on the other students. Damar survived and was able to return to class. A triumphant smile spread across his lips as he walked away from Irwanto.

Instead of going back to class, Damar prefers to look for the girl. He looked at all the classes. If from the way he dresses, Damar is sure he is still a new child because his clothes are still neat and clean white.

Every first-class room he approached and looked for the existence of Disa and only found when Disa was walking from the library.

“Where is my item?” asked Damar while raising his hand. Disa unzipped her bag and handed over the gear she wrapped in paper.

“Kakak likes brawl huh?” asked Disa with her innocent look.

“Not a lo affair!” Damar immediately put his gear back into the bag without caring about Disa.

The rough sound from between the lips of the sweet girl made Damar avert his eyes.

"What do you think my breath is in front of me?" with a sharp look.

Disa is not shuffled. He even sniffs his shoulders.

“So I think brawl is cool?” ask Disa bravely. The question was exactly like the BK teacher who had intercepted him. Damar just stared without chiming in. “Every big sister thinks that our parents who work hard day and night to finance our school are expecting their children to be successful?” dissa's question this time sounded annoying to Damar.

“They sweat, forget tired, forget to eat may not even get enough sleep just to make sure their child's school needs are met. But it turned out that the child he had expected was instead doing useless things like this. What happens if they know?” Disa looked at Damar with a stern look.

The pair of brownish eyes looked innocent but felt intimidating to Damar who looked back at him.

“Lo threatened me?”

He just shook his head while smiling. “I'm just reminding because we are both students and are equally hopeful of our parents.” Timpal Disa who then passed away.

Damar was still in his place. He looked at the skinny girl passing away. Somehow the girl's words were so imprinted in her memory that she even went home and found Meri, her mother was struggling to serve the buyer's request.

Meri is working hard because she is a single parent. Aprons never escaped from his body. His face that looked tired with the sweat droplets that Meri rubbed rough felt increasingly clear his memory of Disa's speech.

He began to think about what Disa said. Every day he went to school and watched the girl from a distance. The nerd who made him anxious himself. Since then, Damar and Disa have become close friends. True what Eko, Damar and Disa said was like a statement and a seal. The analogy is absurd but it seems that is what they are.

Illegitimate, if not together. Then, can it be repeated?

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