Marry The Heir
Trauma in the past

Disa was still overwhelmed with anxiety when she remembered a while ago she saw Kean drooping in front of the stove while leaning against the wall of the laundry room. His face was pale and frightened. Cold sweat and tears became an inseparable part of the scene that made Disa's heart beat in pain.

The fire on the stove was still burning and the surrounding was wet making the flame become so. Either the spill from the pot he used to boil the shells or the water from somewhere else that made the blue flame turn reddish and flaming. There were broken glass also scattered on the floor and almost stepped on by Disa.

Disa still could not think what happened to her young master. He immediately put out the fire with a damp cloth when the flame had started to spread and melt some of the surrounding objects. Luckily the flame did not gobble up the kitchen set or get to the outlet. If that happened, really Disa could not imagine it. And it is he who should be blamed.

It had been almost half an hour Kean was still unconscious and Disa could only look at him with an erratic feeling. Only Grace could he ask for help to bring his young master up on the sofa and lay him there.

Time went very slowly and the feeling of Disa was completely uncertain.

“Did young master have an mba heart attack? How to get up-and-wake ya?” the voice of Grace was heard as he turned his head Disa who was looking at Kean while biting her own fingernails. A special feature if he is very upset.

Disa did not answer, she chose to approach Kean and then put her head on Kean's chest to hear his heartbeat. It sounded heavy and not fast like that. His breath began to calm.

He sighed deeply with a little relief in it. It seemed like his young master was just in shock. Luckily, he took the extracurriculars of the teenage red cross, so he knew a little about medicine. But still, it did not make him feel completely calm.

“Can you please call bu kinar sir, my phone is off.” His ink was still with a face that had not changed, anxious.

“Later I said what mba?” Grace seemed doubtful.

He knew very well what would happen if he made a mistake especially to his young master. Perhaps this is also what makes Rahmat hesitate to contact Kinar.

“I will talk sir.” Sahut Disa with certainty.

Grace nodded in understanding, she took a flat object from inside her pocket and began searching for Kinar's name for him to call.

“Good morning, my grace ma'am. Mba here wants to talk.” Deploying his phone immediately to Disa.

Without hesitation, Disa immediately accepted it. He sighed deeply to gather his courage to talk to Kinar.

“Good morning ma'am,” Can start the sentence.

“What's there?” ask Kinar quickly. It's not usually Disa's contacting him while working.

“Anu bu, young master fainted.” Disa closed her eyes, after saying her first sentence.

“How can it?” it seemed that Kinar was very surprised, making the tonation of his voice become louder and jerking the heart of Disa to a pounding beat.

“Tadi, “ Can turn Kean who still has not awakened. “When I finished drying clothes, suddenly the young master sat on the floor and looked very frightened. The stove at home is also wet to the floor, out of nowhere. Maybe also from the boiled water of shells that overflowed the mother. Me,”

“How is the condition of young master now?” Kinar paused the sentence of Disa and chose to ask more important things.

“Still unconscious.” Can was subdued lethargic with a lot of guilt in her heart.

There was a rough gasp of breath from Kinar's mouth, making Disa creep in fear. “I'm sorry mom. I'm very sloppy.” Disa was again bowed in her place while biting her own lips with growing guilt.

“How long has it been inching?”

“Nearly half an hour.”

“I will tell the family doctor to come. You,”

“Sorry for a moment mom, young master wake up.” His voice turned cheerful as he watched Kean blink his eyes a few times.

He immediately handed his phone to Grace and chose to approach Kean.

“Do not close the phone.” Kinar's voice rang out again as Grace brought her phone closer to her ear. Then he pointed his phone at Disa and Kean so that Kinar still heard the sound of both.

“Master, how do you feel?” Disa immediately approached and rested in front of Kean.

Kean is seen trying to get up and quickly Disa helps him by holding his hand.

“You want to drink sir?” when the first question was not answered.

“Hem.” Only that was Kean's speech and enough to make Disa happy.

He seemed to shake his head to expel the dizzy feeling as he opened his eyes and pressed the corner of his eyes to gather awareness.

Immediately Can get a glass of drinking water on the sofa table. “Please mr.” He helps Kean to drink.

His gaze was so focused on staring at Kean that Kean coughed when he saw the face of Disa who was quite close to him.

“UHUK!!”

“You okay sir?” Disa immediately put her glass and switched to rubbing her back gently.

Over there, Kinar breathed a sigh of relief when he could hear Kean's voice even though it was short. He ends his call and tries to trust Disa again to look after her young master.

“Where are you going, sir?” looking at Kean who was about to move out of his place.

“Ke my room.”

“I help mr.” Disa held onto Kean's arm which she then looped around his back. Disa's body which was shorter than her made their height very decrepit. But it's quite helpful to be focused.

“I help mr.” Grace approached but Kean immediately raised his hand, in a gesture that Grace would not approach.

Kontan Rahmat stopped in his place and made Disa turn her head.

“Thank you sir grace, I can help young master to his room. You can come back to the front to keep watch.” It was Disa who said that sentence.

“Good mba disa. Excuse me sir,” nodded obediently to Kean.

Kean did not reply but it was enough to make Grace pass away.

“Be careful sir, the stairs are quite high.” Said Disa when one foot Kean began to tread one of the lowest steps.

His right hand clutched the shirt on Kean's waist so he could hold back if Kean fell down because he was still weak.

They walked side by side, climbing one by one stairs at a time until they finally arrived at the top step.

Kean looked at Disa who was beside him. This girl looked sweaty on her forehead but her lips breathed a sigh of relief with a line of faint smiles.

In front of the room door, Disa immediately opened the door but her steps stopped for a moment. “I permission to enter mr.” He looked up, looking at the face of Kean who was taller than him.

Only a nodding gesture was Kean's response. “Thank you sir.” Perfect with a smile.

Can know, the room is the privacy area of his young master, so he must ask permission not to be considered presumptuous.

Lying Kean on the bed then enveloped him to the chest.

“Please open the window and do not close the door.” Tell Kean slowly.

Can nodded and then approached the window and shifted the panel to open it wide, letting the air in so as not to feel stuffy. Not only did Kean need fresh air, he needed the same after the panic to calm his mind and feelings.

“Master, is there anything you need or you will rest first?” ask Disa carefully.

Standing looking at Kean who was staring at the ceiling of his room. There was no answer, it seemed like Kean did take some time.

Looking at the silent Kean, Disa just bowed her head. Maybe Kean needs time alone. But when he turned around,

“Can you stay here for a while?” kean's voice sounded.

Stopping his steps he turned around and momentarily looked at the man who currently looked so weak.

“Can mr.” Follow him with a smile.

Although quite surprised, Disa still approached while taking a chair and placed it beside Kean's bed. Perhaps his young master was still frightened and wanted to be accompanied. He helps Kean to sit leaning on his bed headboard.

There was a sigh from between Kean's sexy lips. His gaze was fixed on the outside of the window which showed a greenish area of the end of the leaves under the not-so-blue sky.

“I'm very weak aren't I?” the question he asked Disa.

Disa was just fixated, I don't know how she should answer him.

“All happened 20 years ago when I was 9 years old but everything still feels like yesterday.” Looks like Kean will start the story.

It was as if he was remembering an event that was very frightening to him. His face was still pajas with terrified eyes.

“It was the night of the new year and we and our family followed the party at the home of the late grandfather hardjoyo." Sighs without looking at Disa. "Everything happened so quickly when suddenly a chandelier fell in the living room and caused sparks everywhere.”

“After, all the lights off, there is only a flame that is getting bigger and bigger. Everyone was screaming, trying to save themselves and I was stuck alone in grandfather's room which was on the 2.” floor His hand squeezed the blanket wrapped around his body, like he was expressing his fear.

“I screamed for help but no one came. All I passed alone, with the smoke growing blacker, the fiery tongues were about to touch me and the longer my chest felt increasingly claustrophobic. I was scared, it felt useless I screamed because no one came.”

“When my mother didn't realize that I was missing, maybe now I won't be here. If only that time the flame did not hit us, maybe.”.

Kean bowed weakly then sniffled, he could not even continue his sentence.

“Master,..” Disa is approaching soon, switch sit to a place next to Kean.

His reflexes hugged Kean who was sobbing in front of him and without hesitation Kean tightened his arms and sobbed at Disa's shoulder.

All his memories that night were like spinning back in his head. The fire that devoured the Hardjoyo family home and other frightening shadows that made him always feel frightened when he saw the flame was in a narrow and dark space.

“I'm scared in there, I'm so scared.” The oozing that makes the feathers of Disa also bristled imagining the frightening events that imprint in Kean's mind to make him traumatized.

Disa could only rub Kean's back slowly, trying to strengthen him and accompany him to face fear. He had never expected that his young master had experienced such a frightening event.

They hugged each other long enough. Kean who spilled his fear and Disa who faithfully accompanied Kean faced his fear. The embrace of the two ended the moment they began to wake up and was no longer carried away by the circumstances.

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“I'll be to the reading room.” Kean got out of his seat after his late lunch was over.

The atmosphere turned awkward after the event. They both enjoyed their lunch with an uncomfortable feeling.

“Good sir. Would you like coffee or tea?”

“No, thank you.” He said without looking at him one bit.

He went to his study with unguided thoughts and feelings.

After Kean died, Disa immediately tidied the dining table. They had lunch together in silence. Just bowing to each other, trying to get busy with each other's food but actually their minds are not there.

Disa smelled her own body odor and the smell of Kean's clothes was still attached to her shirt which she said smelled fishy.

I don't know what his expression was like when he remembered the incident. As Kean sobbed in his arms and as they hugged very tightly, it was as if Disa was present to accompany him.

“Tring!” the sound of a dropped spoon made Disa aware from her surprise.

“Jeez, why am I daydreaming again?” gerutu Disa crouched down to pick up a spoon, and

“ASTAGA!” he gasped when suddenly Kean was in front of him. He did not even hear the sound of his young master's footsteps as he approached.

“A-There can I help sir?” his question after swallowing his saliva was coarse, dampening his surprise.

“Make me coffee,” he said while staring Disa.

“Ba-good sir.” Disa immediately lowered her head as she realized they had been looking at each other for too long.

Without saying another word, Kean went back upstairs.

Disa was still paying attention to Kean's footsteps, this time quite audible. Maybe because he was daydreaming so that he did not realize the presence of Kean.

“Doing disa.” Lisa reminded herself.

He quickly tidied the dinner table and made coffee for Kean. After that he went upstairs to deliver the coffee he made.

Today he had too much heart gymnastics so it felt like the surface of his chest was shaking too much to feel the heartbeat that was racing fast.

Arriving in front of Kean's reading room, it looks Kean has returned to work. Either his fear is gone or he is distracting him from remembering the events of today.

“Please coffee mister.” Put a cup of black coffee in front of Kean who was staring at his laptop screen with a serious face.

“Hem,” as usual, as soon as Kean replied.

Fix it seems his attention began to shift and the incident earlier, Disa also had to forget it.

“Sorry sir, can I talk to you for a minute?” He looks doubtful. He held the tray in his hand tightly.

“None disallow.” Sahut Kean lightly.

Sighing slowly, he had to convey what he wanted to say. “Tomorrow my holiday. My friend will replace me here. Is there anything you want for breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow?”

“Do I have to think that much?” this time Kean turned his head to even look at Disa.

“Ti-no sir. Forgive my sass.” Disa quickly looked down. No more Kean's voice, only his fingers moved to intertwine sentences on his laptop keyboard. “I will return to the main house after finishing cooking dinner. Good afternoon sir.” Permission and approval he did at the same time.

Kean didn't bother. He returned to his cold and haughty mode. Thankfully, Disa was able to sigh in relief because it meant Kean was already fine. I hope that.

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