Marry The Heir
Lonely
It was 9pm but there were no signs of Kean returning home. Can again check his phone, worried that there are messages that are not read or calls that have not been answered either from Kean or Roy. But both have not even told me.
Like a wife who was struggling waiting for her husband to come home, Disa looked so anxious. He was walking around bathing in the kitchen with a feeling of uncertainty. This afternoon, his young master asked to make pasta but if it was too long it might be cold and fluffy.
“Do I check again young master bath water time yes?” he murmured, looking for busyness to make time pass quickly.
Finally Disa chose to go upstairs, to Kean's room. The room he had tidied up, with a change of clothes that he had prepared on the bed with a towel. He again checked the water in the bathtub and again filled it with hot water so that the heat fits.
Soap and aromatherapy he added again and rubbed it briefly to lure soap foam. After that, he came out of Kean's room and went down into the kitchen.
Again, the pasta he warmed up for the second time. There is also no good news from Roy or Kean and it is impossible to contact Disa first.
After heating the pasta and other foods, Disa returned to the dining table. He bowed his face with his right hand as a cushion. Today he is so random, that all the work he does to fill his free time. His body was tired and he wanted to fall asleep. Just a moment, maybe about 10 minutes before Kean comes home he will close his eyes.
No need to count lambs or count stars, Disa began to fall asleep. The time of 10 minutes just passed, until unconsciously the host had gone home. He didn't even wake up when the horn called out to him. Nor with the sound of Kean's footsteps approaching him.
Kean knocked on the glass of his dining table a few times, Disa did not move even a little, it seemed like he was completely asleep.
Slightly peeking, Kean looked at the two closed eyes of Disa with a face that was sleeping peacefully. His right hand was still a cushion, while his left hand held a small phone that did not ring.
Kean simply shook his head, passing away towards his room to cleanse his tired body and that stench of sweat.
Enter the bathroom, the bathtub is filled with warm water and soap foam that still covers the surface of the bathtub.
Kean squealed, which was true he was bathing in the bathtub. He does not like the narrow space and prefers to turn on the Shower to flutter all over his body. Luckily Disa had turned on the water heater until the warm feeling of the water as if she was massaging the points of her body and head, making Kean feel comfortable.
After the bath, Kean immediately put on the clothes that Disa had prepared. If you notice, the room is very neat, like there is no dust attached. With a small towel Kean dried his hair and began to descend towards the dining table to enjoy his late dinner.
Looking up from the stairs, Disa still leaned over on the dining table. His position has not changed a bit since he came. Kean approached, pulling a chair but the noise he made did not wake Disa up.
Opening the saji hood on the table and looking at the pasta he asked for was already there with the other side dishes. Kean pulled out a large bowl of pasta and began to enjoy it. The sound of clanking spoons and forks clashing still does not disturb the sound of Disa.
“Kebo is very much a waiter.” Mumbled Kean who still enjoyed his dinner while paying attention to Disa.
He must admit, he did come home late because his client invited him to drink first. Of course Kean could not refuse his invitation even though he was tired and wanted to go home. And about informing Disa, either he or Roy both forget. They only remembered when they arrived at the gate of the house and Grace said that Disa was still there, not yet home.
One bowl of pasta had turned into his stomach. It tastes good, unlike the restaurant he used to order. After a glass of water, the hunger has gone into fullness.
Seeing Disa who was still asleep, Kean again knocked on the table near Disa. Three beats of Disa still did not respond.
Finally, “Can.” Call Kean a little sternly.
“YA ME!” He woke up, even standing up.
Not only Disa was shocked, but Kean as well. He did not expect that his most powerful voice call stored in the memory of the brain Disa.
His eyes immediately rounded, there was no sign he was still sleepy or rubbing his sticky eyes.
“Ma-sorry sir. Me, overslept.” Lirih Disa with her smiling face when she saw Kean who also looked surprised. He also saw a large bowl of pasta that was empty, exhausted in the greed of Kean.
Kean got out of his seat and started to get busy with the phone in his hand.
“If your work is done, why not go home?” He said, sitting on the front sofa of the television. Raise both feet and place them on the table.
“Sorry sir, I'm just afraid the master needs something.” Sahut Disa who started tidying the dining table.
“Make more paste if you want.”
“Thank you sir, I'm not hungry.”
“KRIIUUKK.”
Hah, the voice of the stomach cannot be compromised. Kean smiled faintly when he heard the sound of Disa's stomach. And Disa could only bow down in shame for lying.
Honestly, he was very hungry but did not dare to eat in this house.
“If you are not hungry, clean your saliva, disturb the scenery only.” Timpal Kean is still engrossed in his phone.
As if he was busy when he only checked CCTV footage this afternoon.
Immediately Disa roughly wiped the tip of her lips, she again snorted as her carelessness made her look slovenly and stupid.
He could no longer hide his hunger. He took the rest of the pasta in its quality and started eating it voraciously.
Kean again poked his lips holding back a laugh, his gnawing intent turned out to be a triumphant fruit.
“The guest room is empty, you can wear it.” Being indifferent, even though he was offering to stay overnight. However he still survives on fashion no matter which return he intended since noon.
“Thank you sir, I will pu,-lang.” sound Can be weakened when looking at the wall clock that shows 11pm. I want to clarify his words but I don't know if I can or not. Grunting languidly, that's what Disa is doing right now.
Hearing Disa's reply, Kean did not reply, preferring to go to his room while Disa started washing dishes and consumables. In his head still thinking about how he came home this late, too risky and scary.
Finished by washing dishes and glasses, Disa re-wiped the dining table. He was really confused as to how, it was impossible for him to ask Kean to drive him home.
“Pake this, after that you can throw.”
“Make me black coffee, after you finish cleaning the body. Don't make my coffee contaminated with your sweat acid.” Imbuh Kean who dropped his body onto the sofa and watched television there.
There was no choice, it seemed like Disa did have to stay over. “Good sir, please wait.” Follow him limply.
Disa goes to the kitchen door, picks up her jacket and tote bag, then passes through Kean as she heads for the guest room. He slowly opened the door and entered and locked himself there.
“Stupid you there, bodooohhh!!!!!!” He was upset by himself.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Very messy and haggard. He sat on the edge of the bed that felt softer than the bed in the servant's room. Back exhaling violently, he really had no choice.
Finally, he immediately picked up the clothes that his young master had lent him. He went to the bathroom in the room and started cleaning his body.
The silent atmosphere made the sound of water quite audible to Kean. He hardened the volume of his television so that his focus was not distracted. It was only about 10 minutes until Disa finally came out of her room with the clothes she lent.
He passed it to the kitchen and made coffee. From his place Kean could see Disa who was wearing her clothes with greatness. Of course, her larger and taller body size, was in stark contrast to the petite body of Disa. Sports pants are half calf, turned into leather trousers for Disa.
Kean wanted to laugh a lot but he tried to hold it back.
“Please sir, here's the coffee.” Can put a cup of coffee in front of Kean.
It was delicious and still smoky.
“Hem. Go, don't bother me anymore.” Banish Kean to let Disa out of his sight. He was very eager to laugh and the existence of Disa made him not free.
“Good sir, goodnight.” Disa nodded her head before leaving Kean in the room.
After Disa died, Kean really chuckled while hardening the volume of his television. A very good laugh that almost made him shed tears. It turns out its own entertainment when it can work with Disa.
Just one sip of coffee he drank, after which he went to his room and began to rest. On his lips still looks a faint smile that expands.
*****
“Mba, you haven't come home?” as soon as the contents of the message that Shafira sent to Disa.
It had been almost an hour he went back and forth to check the room Disa and the owner was still not seen. He was pacing in front of the door of Disa's room with an anxious face while biting his fingernails.
Why did Disa take so long to reply to her message? Could something happen to her on the way home?
Shafira's feelings start to erratic, she tries to call but is inactive. Fix, something wrong is going on.
He decided to look for Kinar whose room located the back pavilion. Knocking on the door of his room slowly and in a few moments sounded authentic from inside his room.
“Young donna? Good night.” Kinar looked surprised to see Shafira standing in front of his room with an anxious face.
“Mba is not home yet, please call sir daan to pick him up.” His words without further ado.
“Can?” Kinar repeated the name that his young miss had spoken, it seemed like he had only slept for a while and was still gathering his consciousness.
Shafira nodded quickly.
“Oh, sorry young lady. The young master called, he said he was staying there. Because it's too late to go home alone.” It seems that Kinar began to realize the meaning of the expression Shafira showed.
“Is he okay? Did my brother punish him? Why is the phone inactive?” the consecutive questions were thrown by Shafira and made Kinar to stare at her smile.
Since when did her young miss care so much about others and that was Disa?
“Can be fine miss. He'll be home tomorrow night, after making dinner for the young master. Maybe the phone runs out of battery so it can not be contacted.” Kinar tried to calm Shafira down.
“Ya. Pick him up if you let him go home.”
“Good miss.” Kinar nodded immediately.
After an explanation, Shafira returned to her room. His steps look lazy. Before passing, he took the time to look at Disa's room whose door was tightly closed. He breathed deeply, again feeling lonely.
From the door of his room Kinar watched Shafira. Some nights he knew that Shafira was often staying in Disa's room and maybe now he is starting to feel lost. And that also made his hostess so angry that she called him to her room to nag him.
Whether he should be grateful or not, with Disa's stay at his young master's house. What is clear, at least this slightly distanced Shafira so as not to depend on Disa which resulted in her hostess always inflamed.
Just imagine, when leaving school, what Shafira asked was, “Mba was not yet returned from my brother's house?” when you go home from school, where is “Mba, why not go home?” and in half a day, somehow Shafira went back and forth to the kitchen and the linen room to look for Disa.
Actually, with this, Shafira's condition began to improve. He is no longer moody and looks lonely but for Liana and Sigit, this becomes a new problem. They did not like Shafira to be too close to the lowest caste people in her house.
In this section Kinar must massage his chest riled. The longer the house, the hotter it is. Very different from before. If only he had not been bound by a promise to stay here, maybe he would have chosen to leave.
Yeah, if only.
Arriving at his room, Shafira sprawls her body over the bed. The bed is bigger, the bed is thicker and smoother plus a thin pink mosquito net puts it really into a taun princess.
However, there was one thing he did not get when compared to staying in Disa's room. Although narrow until it can not freely move, the blanket was thin but he still felt warmth. Because next to him, there were people who cared about him.
Shafira flipped her body sideways then rubbed her sheets slowly. In fact, it was not where he was until he could feel the warmth but rather who accompanied him through a sense of loneliness. And in this big room, he didn't get it.
*****