Marry The Heir
Breakfast together
Holidays are a time to relax and laze around. Being in bed all day, spending time doing what you like is a pretty good choice.
But this doesn't seem to apply to Kean.
Instead of waking up in the afternoon, he woke up very early. When he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of dawn. A rare sound he could hear this early. It turns out like this the sound of muezzin in his Town house which signaled that Muslims rushed to wake up and fulfill their obligations.
Still lying on his bed on his back, Kean closed his eyes again to the soft voice that shook his heart until it felt goosebumps. Since he returned to Indonesia, only this time he heard the voice of the Adhan without ignoring it.
Usually, he misses the sound of the adhan in the morning and during the day. He ignored her because of the many activities she did. Where had he just realized that this voice was so beautiful?
Kean got out of his bed, he had to come down to get some water. One by one the stairs he climbed and looked around the kitchen which was still quiet. There is no shadow of Disa there when he is sure last night Disa stay.
“DISA!” pull up a chair in front of the dining table. He could have taken his own drinking water but he was too used to calling the name to take what he needed.
“DISA!” he called back. No legit “YA I!” as always.
He turned to Disa's room, knocking on her door because she might have been misfortune. A few taps he did and accidentally pushed the door of his room until the door was slightly open.
Visible Disa who was prostrating before the Qibla, apparently he was fulfilling his Muslim obligations.
Kean moved from his place to take his own drinking water and gulped it down to the toilet.
It was too early and he went to his room. I don't know what he'll do, we'll see.
Looking to the left and right while saying greetings and Disa immediately rubbed her face. Do’a broomsticks he read to beg for mercy, gratitude and hope for protection before he began his day.
He quickly folded his face and smoothed out his appearance. His clothes he changed immediately, wearing the usual maid clothes he wore.
If he did not hear wrong, he heard Kean's voice calling out to him, then he immediately went out of his room and headed for Kean's room.
“Tok tok.”
Knocked on Kean's room door slowly. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and smiled so that the tone of his voice sounded neutral.
“Excuse me sir, did you call me?” that's the sentence you said.
Can wait in his place, no voice heard from behind the door. He looked at the clock stuck to the wall, still 5 hours less.
“Young master is still sleeping like, was it possible just a feeling of me?” Cana asked herself.
Because he heard Kean's calls too often, making him feel at the call ghost even while asleep. And maybe it was just his feelings.
There was still an hour before he actually woke Kean up and he had to hurry to work one by one. There were many peers that he had to complete before waking up his young master.
“Ya already, to the market first aja.” He muttered, turning around.
But at the same time there was the sound of the door. Disa immediately turned around and her face looked shocked when she saw the figure before her.
There's Kean who's still in the sheath and wearing a peci. He hardly recognized the figure of a man whose good looks increased many times.
“DISA!” call Kean when he sees Disa even fixated on staring at him.
“YA ME!” he quickly realized too. “Ma-sorry sir,.” her voice sounded weak and started to duck. Maybe he just realized that his voice was very loud.
“Make me coffee. I want breakfast sandwich and lunch with shrimp sauce oysters and clams.” The line of the command line he blurted out firmly to ward off awkwardness this morning.
“Ba-good sir.” He nodded obediently. “I excuse me.” His impression before he turned and left.
Kean just sighed deeply. He closed the door again to change into sports clothes. Maybe working out at the town house gym would be fun on a holiday like this.
Disa goes to the kitchen and makes coffee for Kean. Not to forget he also prepared a glass of water, a mandatory drink for his young master. While waiting he began to wash the rice that he would cook for lunch.
Within minutes, Kean came down complete with his sportswear. Knee shorts and sports shirts that still show the curves of his body muscles then a jacket that he left open without being resleted. “Prepare to drink at the tumbler, I want to exercise at the gym town house.” He said once and then sipped the smell of coffee and then sipped it.
Three shavings he did to moisten his throat with the black liquid.
“Good sir.” Disa took the tumbler from inside the kitchen set and filled it with water. Then he put it on the table. “Please mr.”
“Hem.” That's Kean's answer. He took his tumbler and headed to the sofa to wear his sports shoes.
“Master, I permission to market first. Probably about an hour.” The words were heard from the mouth of Disa.
Kean looked at the smartwatch in his hand, the timing calculation of Disa was indeed quite good.
“Make me breakfast after you get home from market.”
“Good sir.”
Kean moved out of his place. Taking a small towel he brought from the room, and the tumbler then began to wear earphones connected to his phone. His footsteps looked relaxed out of the house and when he arrived in the yard he started running small towards the Gym which was only a few meters away from Kean's house.
Disa was still in her place, looking at her young master until he completely disappeared and was nowhere to be seen again.
“Okey, time to market disa.” He muttered as Kean's shadow was no longer visible. He picked up his tote bag, opened the door and closed it again. Even though it was still morning he continued to use his bike to the traditional market.
*****
The area of town house where Kean lives is quite complete. In addition there is a park, here there are also public facilities such as a gym, swimming pool, children's play area and minimarket which is quite complete. Not only did he enjoy his vacation, people began to leave the house to exercise.
Even though it is still very early in the morning, in fact, many people have entered the gym and started exercising.
Kean no longer does cardio because he has started his sport by running from home to the gym. The heating is enough. He chose a comfortable place to train his body flexibility so that his muscles are ready for the heavier stages of exercise.
Some sets of flexibility exercises he did, next was bench press exercises by taking a small barbell that he used to train his hand muscles. After enough heating he switched to a larger bench press. Lying his body on his back with a load attached above his chest. His burly hand gripped the left and right sides for him to go up and down.
About 15 minutes he did the exercise and his body was already very sweaty.
Some girls who were also exercising and passing in front of him seemed to glance while whispering and smiling looking at Kean's sexy body wrapped in sweat. But as usual, he was just clingy. Not bothered in the slightest by the behavior of the women who were fascinated by his figure and tried to attract his attention.
He was too used to being the center of attention of girls.
After that he immediately took his tumbler, hydrating his throat which began to feel dry. Sipped the drink up to almost half a toilet and saw his jakun up and down with sweat dripping around his neck.
“Aaahh...” as soon as a sound is heard at the end of his thirst.
The next sport is the deadlift and other muscle exercises that he did in a row. It is clear that the muscles of the hand are stiffened and the abs look tight. Kean so enjoy a series of sports that have not been done regularly.
“Fuhh...” long breath he exhaled when finished lifting the load and put it in front of both feet.
It feels like his body is enough. He sat on one of the benches with a glass pole reflecting on his body. He gulped back his drinking water until the toilet and his thirst paid off already.
The small towel he had kept since was used to melt his sweat. He waited for a release before preparing to go home.
At exactly seven o'clock the sound of the side door rang out, apparently Kean had gone home. He threw his towel over the sofa and followed by dropping his body there.
“Are you going to breakfast now sir?” his voice sounded from the kitchen.
Kean turned his head for a moment and saw Disa standing near the dining table and making breakfast.
“Hem,.” That's Kean's only word.
He immediately took off his shoes and rushed towards the dining table. His stomach is already rumbling because his body is very draining.
“Please mr.” Offer a plate of sandwiches with a glass of fruit and vegetable juice. Whether what the content is clear there is a sheet of celery on the edge of the glass, maybe as a sweetener appearance.
Kean started picking up his fork and his dinner knife. He cut a bit of bread and it looks like the contents of the bread are avocado, tuna, some vegetables equipped with mayonnaise. He put a piece of bread into his mouth, chewed it for a while and stopped.
Disa who was paying attention looked a little riled up when she saw Kean stop his chewing. Is there something wrong?
Actually his tongue is processing the taste of the sandwich which he thinks is quite delicious. Resa could sigh in relief and smile thinly as Kean continued his breakfast.
“You didn't eat?” suddenly tanyanya.
Disa was just fixated, making Kean raise his face and look at Disa.
“Sit and eat.” Later decrees.
“Thank you sir, I will,”
“Can you not dispute my order?” his gaze was cold and sharp so it felt piercing.
“Ba-good sir.” Been Disa, just according.
Disa awkwardly sat opposite Kean. This was the first time he had sat in line with his master, so thrilling. If Kinar finds out, what will it be?
It is better that He make the same bread with the rest of the stuffing still in the bowl. Kean no longer paid attention to her and refocused on the breakfast she was enjoying.
Sometimes he drinks his juice and seems to like it because he doesn't protest at all.
“You wear that shirt to the market?” asked without looking at Disa. He cut his bread before he ate.
Disa quickly swallowed her food before answering Kean's question. “Iya sir.”
“I don't like the fishy smell and other smells stuck on that shirt. Next time wear another shirt when going outside. Use that shirt only inside the house.” So his word while glancing sharply at Disa.
“Good sir.” Answering quickly but then he sniffed himself the smell of the clothes he was wearing.
It was a little fishy smell but how could Kean's nose be so sharp that he could smell fishy on his shirt?
“Jam 10 later make me coffee and sweet food, deliver to workspace.” Later decrees.
He nodded because his mouth was filled with food. Kean turned his head and looked at him for a few seconds while pointing at the corner of his own lips as a gesture. His eyes looked wide, he rubbed his mouth, worried that something was there.
“You're not a child anymore.” Throwing the napkin he used on Disa, it really seems like there is something in the area of his mouth.
Take the napkin Kean gave and rub it on his mouth. He immediately swallowed his food.
“Sorry sir.”
Kean did not reply, preferring to get out of his seat and go to his room.
“Haahh...” Disa breathed a sigh of relief and her shoulders sagged, leaning on the back of the chair.
It was only a few minutes that he was in the same place as Kean but it felt like a lifetime of tension. He looked back at the napkin before him and smiled faintly.
“ASTAGA!” grunt as he realized something. His face changed rapidly. “How can I use the napkin young master?” he asked himself.
While in his study Kean was smiling to himself looking at the expression of Disa who seemed to have just realized what she was doing. Everything was clearly visible on the CCTV of the house he was turning.
Just look at Disa who stomped her legs in annoyance while scratching her head to condemn her own stupidity. And the look on his face, Kean really wanted to laugh. It turned out that all the reflexes of his servants were very innocent and quite entertaining.
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