Marry The Heir
Ira and Tantri

“So that's her employer here?” eko asked Damar who was under his car.

“Ask a bolt 10.” That was Damar's answer.

Eko gave what his best friend asked for.

“The present is very rich.” Still, about Disa in Eko.

“Who did you meet? Mr sigit?” lina's voice was heard back there.

He brought cold drinks to two men who were repairing an SUV. Put it on a small table and then sit on the sofa.

“Big tajir ya dek?” Eko was still curious.

“Banget! Has 4 fabric factories and its employees average 40 thousands per factory.  Who do you meet?” changed Lina who asked.

Eko still rounds his mouth imagining how much money the employer has

Resa.

“Annya.” Damar answered, he raised his head from under the car, it seemed like his work was done.

“You met young lord kean? How can?” Rina looked at Eko and Damar alternately.

Damar chose to get up first, wiping his dirty hands from the oil and then sipped a cold drink that Rina prepared.

“Tadi at bus stop pas we nyamperin disa.” Eko explained it.

“Can be with young master?” Rina was getting curious.

“Iya times, because he recognized damar as his cousin's sister. “Young master introduce, this is my cousin sister.”

It's less than.” Changing the tone of her voice looks like a woman and returning to be the dashing Eko.

“Wah, great disa.” Praise Rina for not believing.

“Emang why?” this time Eko was curious.

“I during work there, gag never met young master what else to say. I can only see his picture.

When I quit my job, the new young master was expelled from the same big master. Gag kebayang is a supporter of young master, must be confused deh.”

“Coverty why?” Eko asked and Damar who waited for an answer even though he pretended not to care.

“Yes the name is rich, many want, many rules and many problems." Lina started her story with a bit of horror. "The aura of his innate house is hot, almost every day there is a fight. It's great to be able to survive there. If I was mending diem here.” Rina's conversation started to sound provocative.

And Damar is the one who ignited. He picked up his helmet and motorcycle key and started the engine.

“Lo where are you going bro?” A shocked Eko saw Damar suddenly leave.

“There is a business of.” Sahut's short. He didn't even wash his hands properly, he just played away.

With a single pull of gas, Damar left Eko and Rina still in place. Only the rest of the exhaust fumes they could still see and made the two cough.

Damar drove his motorcycle towards the house with a high fence where he drove Disa first. Under the shade tree Damar was silent and looked at the sturdy building dominated by white.

In his mind like reflecting on what Disa is doing in this luxurious house based on the story of Rina. A rough snort of breath could be heard clearly in the mouth of Damar who was trying to release his baldness.

No one comes in and out of this house. Looks quiet and quiet but increasingly makes Damar anxious. He pulled out his phone and searched Disa's number.

One, two calls he made but Disa did not answer them. He checked the message sent by Disa, always after 10 pm Disa just returned the message. As busy as it was with his work and Damar's mind grew increasingly unsettled.

“Sa, how else to do?” he sent a short message to Disa.

Sent but it seems to have not been read.

About half an hour Damar there and seen a luxury sedan entering the gate of the house. No one was in there because the glass was so dark.

“Huh!  Sa lo kok gag bales my message?” shuffling her hair in frustration as Disa made her even more anxious.

Unfortunately, his anxiety meant nothing.

It was getting late and there was no shadow of Disa coming out of this house. Maybe for a while he had to be patient waiting for news from Disa.

And this time he decided to go home even though his feelings were uncertain. Just do'a, hope Disa's okay.

*****

Wearing all-black clothes, hats and large glasses, Shafira performed before leaving her home. He had already booked an online taxi which was currently waiting for him in front of the house. He crept down and ran out of the gate.

“Good afternoon non fira.”

“Gosh!” Samsul was the one who shocked Shafira. He held onto his chest that was pounding strongly due to the sudden presence of Samsul.

“Non fira going where?” tanyanya.

His efforts to leave secretly failed. Looks like Shafira has to admit that she's going out of the house.

“Meeting. Open the gate.” His style is calm when it is not.

“Good miss.”

Samsul opens the gate for Shafira and she immediately runs out and enters the online taxi that was waiting for her.

Armed with the address given by Kinar, Shafira began to give orders, where this driver should take him away.

These few days, Shafira's feelings were overwhelmed with unease. After his quarrel with his gangmates, it felt like things were getting worse. His movements began to feel narrow and it felt like his enemy was growing more and more.

Three nights back, Shafira recounted her uncomfortable feelings to Disa. As usual, they talk relaxed before going to bed.

“Mba, am I a bad person?” shafira asked who was lying beside Disa with a glaring gaze fixed on the ceiling of the room in ivory white.

It seemed that the young girl sighed deeply before starting her story.

“I have 3 female friends. We're one genk, princess the name of the genk." Shafira smiled at the beginning of the story.

"We've been friends since 1st grade at High School and were placed in the same class."

"Nara, that's graceful. Gentle Fia and smart Ira. They gave me color in my life, made me feel like I didn't have to try so hard to attract my parents again by acting up because I had a good friend. Simply be a good friend to them, then they will always be by my side forever." The deep breaths that seemed to be starting to get heavy.

“Entai since when everything started to change. They often talk without regard for my whereabouts, like there is no frequency left. They're busy with their chatter and me, just listening. I started to feel like they were being nice to me because there was something they needed from me, which was my money.”

“I ignored it although slowly I began to realize they were just using me. I pretended to be stupid and whatever I gave them, so they'd still want to be friends with me."

"But a few days ago, I began to believe the truth of it all. I'm starting to believe that I'm just a complement to them. They're my friends but I'm not their friend.”

“They say I'm selfish, I'm an important pretender and more than that they don't care what I think and feel. One thing I just know, one of the servants who used to work here is the older cousin ira.”

“Stupid, how could I not know they were brothers? And how could ira not tell me?” grunting was annoyed but his face looked sad. He may regret not knowing his friends.

“One day, I made a mistake. I hurt my cousin's hand accidentally. At that time, I was mani paddy at home. I asked him to take warm water to soak my feet. But he brought hot water without telling me. When I put my foot in, I reflexively kicked the place until the water spilled and hit his hand.”

“Ira said, that woman is now disabled and that's because of me. When ira told me, I saw a burning anger in her eyes. I really don't recognize him. Not knowing at all ira who has been my friend. He became a stranger and all this time he hid it from me and only a few days ago did he say that he hated me for my evil behavior towards his cousin. It turns out I'm that bad mba.”

Shafira closed her eyes and involuntarily tears trickled down the corner of her eyes. He rubbed it gently and slowly sobbed.

Disa, who was lying down, now tilted her body to face Shafira. The girl opened her eyes and turned her head with her red and wet eyes.

“What will you hate and leave me mba?” she shrieked with a stifled cry.

Disa shook her head and smiled. She wiped Shafira's tears slowly.

“Everyone has made a mistake but not everyone regrets it and wants to fix it. All back to him, willing to let it go or fix everything.” Says it slowly.

Shafira looked at Disa laman. He tried to digest the sentence expressed by Disa.

“Can I fix it?” tanyanya. It's really gamang. Maybe for some people, his mistakes cannot be forgiven and that is what he is very afraid of.

“Sure. Young lady can still fix everything. Miss girl is good and I'm sure all miss problems will be finished well.”

Without saying a word Shafira brought her body closer to Disa. He hugged Disa tightly and then again sobbed in the arms of Disa. He poured out all his regrets in a cry that he tried to fainter.

Can rub Shafira's back gently and let her young lady recognize her own feelings. Maybe later he will feel more relieved.

It was for this reason that Shafira left secretly.

According to Kinar, currently the woman named Tantri is selling food in a small shop next to her house. The streets are smaller and located on the banks of the river, making Shafira have to get off the online taxi that is overlapping.

He immediately put on his hoodie and wore sunglasses and a hat to disguise his appearance. Not to forget a mask he used to cover half his face.

He walked through the small path while watching the piece of paper he had in his hand.

His steps stopped when he suddenly saw Ira coming out of a house in his alakadar clothes. Shafira opened her glasses to make sure that what she saw was really Ira or just similar.

Yeah, what Shafira saw was really Ira. Ira tied her hair high and went into a stall guarded by a woman. It appears that the woman Ira was approaching was a woman with burns on her hands and cheeks.

Maybe it was Tantri.

Shafira again put on her glasses, about to approach Tantri, but her steps again stopped as she thought about what sentence she would say later. Or maybe Tantri does not want to see him and has not been able to forgive him.

At the moment, Shafira's mentality is not that strong to get a rejection again.

“Excuse.” A voice made Shafira soar in shock.

A middle-aged man with a cart he pushed stood right behind Shafira.

“Oh, please pack.” Sahut Shafira's.

“Who's from?” the man stopped and greeted Shafira.

“Hah? Oh no sir, I went to the target, it looks like the wrong way.” Shafira had to lie.

If noticed, the man was quite similar to someone he knew, Ira. But Shafira was not sure.

“Let's stop by your father's house first, or want to take you to find an address?” he bargained to see Shafira holding a piece of paper with an address written on it.

“Oh gag need sir, thanks.” Shafira immediately put the paper in her pocket.

“Ya already then, excuse me.”

“Please pack.” Shafira tightened her body against the wall so that the middle-aged man could pass by.

After the man left, Shafira peeked back and noticed Tantri.

Unexpectedly, Ira came out of the stall. Bring a glass of water and salim to the middle-aged man that Shafira had met. Shafira was quite surprised, and she was beginning to believe that the man's face resembled Ira's.

“Papahku works in the environmental service, supervising the field of greening.” Shafira's memory takes her in the first moment she and Ira became acquainted, two years ago.

Shafira could only lean her body against the wall while thinking about what really happened. Who Ira is and what her family background is doesn't even know.

Ira never invited him to play at his house. He also did not say much about his family. And Shafira never forced to find out, until finally she was surprised.

Ira who always looks fashionable with a fantastic precious phone turned out from a simple family. Not that Shafira was disappointed because she was lying but her feelings rippled in pain when several times she forced Ira to take a vacation to many places.

Luckily he bears the cost during his and his friends vacation but still, his heart breaks imagining Ira's difficulty to balance his lifestyle with his other two friends.

It seems that today Shafira's steps should be stopped here. Besides he was not ready to meet Tantri, he did not know what to face Ira.

Maybe he should come back next time, with more careful preparation.

*****