Marry The Heir
The holiday arrived

“Mba here, where are you going?” Shafira ran from the kitchen when she saw the arrival of Disa.

Without hesitation he hugged Disa like a child waiting for his mother to come home.

“Sorry non fira, I make non fira anxious.” said Disa while rubbing Shafira's back.

It looks Tina, Nina and Wati who are stunned to see Shafira's attitude to Disa. Disa only smiled faintly as she returned the gaze of her friends.

“You don't make me anxious but make me sprained. Semalem I can't sleep there's no mba there. No one makes peer too.” A teenage daughter who is taller than him.

He had already let go of his embrace but his hand was still clasping his hand tightly.

“Hehe.. There can be mba tina, mba nina and mba wita that can nemenin non fira.”

Compact lines disperse the road when their names are called. It had been more than an hour that they comforted Shafira who was not clearly waiting for Disa to come home and it seemed like they had given up.

“They are not fun, do not like mba dia.” Timpal Shafira pursed his lips.

Luckily his friends had already dispersed the road so they did not hear the complaints of his young lady.

“Non fira have you eaten?” Switching conversations to other topics.

Usually Shafira has not eaten if no one accompanies her.

The beautiful girl nodded. “I want to eat meatballs, we go food yuk!” he cried with spirit.

“Bby. But I have to shower first.”

“Okey, I'm waiting in my room at aja.”

Look, Shafira who first walked in front towards her room, opened the door and entered casually. Disa can only smile at Shafira's behavior. I don't know what's going on with both of his employers today. One was sticky like glue and another one turned indifferent after hugging.

Remembering the incident made Disa sultry herself. He could still smell Kean's scent on his body and it looked like he had to take a bath.

*****

Shafira's desire can not be denied, after Disa finished bathing he was immediately pulled into the kitchen because the meatball order has come. Tina, Nina and Wati were already there, complete with Kinar. In front of them was already a bowl of meatballs.

Since often hanging out with Disa, Shafira began to get used to talking with other servants. Although he said a little not fun but they can still talk about anything even though they can not be too free because there is a Kinar there.

“Nih make mba disa.” A bowl of Shafira meatballs thrust at Disa and she proceeded to eat the meatballs that were in front of her.

“Thank you non fira.” With pleasure Disa took her ration meatballs. He gave a little sambal and added salt because it tastes a bit tasteless.

“Keep you know not, my math teacher if you like to squirt.”

Apparently Shafira resumes her story that paused on friends of Disa. The three friends of Disa compact listening even though only occasionally nod and smile. Maybe this is what is meant by Shafira, not exciting because none of them chimed.

Isn't communication exciting when both parties respond to each other?

Everyone ate meatballs in a tense atmosphere, sitting upright and stiff hand movements. It looks really depressed.

“Earlier once more in the middle of the lesson, I moved to sit back, exhausted not strong, my table filled with foam bubbles from his mouth.” Shafira who speaks with a temporary spirit who listens to each other lyrics because of disgust imagines Shafira's story.

It turns out that even a princess can tell a disgusting thing when eating.

He lulled his lips, holding back a laugh. Their expressions were very funny, maybe they wanted to protest but did not dare.

“Kalo that should be asked to use face shield non if he again nerangin.” Disa.

“Hahhahaa. yes mba there. Keep her on, um!” change tone of voice and then ruffled waist. “Fira, why did you move?” he pointed to the teacher.

“Yes I said, sorry sir, the roof over here is leaking, I'm afraid my book is wet, I replied. Well my friends immediately laughed and it seems he realized so he continues to call me to the teacher's room.” back to sip the meatballs.

“Non fira in law?” this time Tina asked.

“Hahaha.. Lah ngak. He changed my math book instead because he knew my book must be wet to spurt out of his mouth.” Sahut Shafira who chuckled at the end of his sentence.

“Fiuh...” all three compact sigh of relief at Shafira's reply.

“Hahahhaa... You are very tense, surely think I will be punished. Relax, I'm immune.” Challenge Shafira while patting her chest proudly.

“Fira!” a voice stopped the activity of those who were enjoying the meatballs.

Everything was compact turning its head and putting a spoon in his hand. It was Liana who was staring one by one at the waiter with barking eyes. No exception to Kinar.

“Goodnight mistress.” The kinar greeted first.

Liana immediately raised her hand, refusing Kinar to speak stale. “Ngapain are you here? Login room!” he shouted with a sharp look at Shafira.

“Come on mam, I'm having dinner with them again. I'm also again a story, again very exciting.” Reject Shafira with her cheerful face.

“FIRA!” shafira pulled her hand violently to her feet to get away from the servants. “You know who they are?” his cynicism made the servants compactly bow.

Shafira flicked her hands and crossed them in front of her chest. “Tay!” he said with certainty. “That's bu kinar, that's mba dia, that's mba tina, that's mba nina and that's mba wati. All I introduce, they are my friends.” His impression with confidence.

The ones introduced could only look down, not daring to stare towards Liana who was staring at them lowly.

“Fira, you gag can get along with them.” His whispers cynically, while pulling back Shafira.

“Loh why?” Shafira was hooked, she began to show her annoyance.

“Who do you think I should hang out with? Are there chairs and tables in my room? Or the same friends cyberspace fake?”

“Gag maybe right, I chat like this same dady who is super busy taking care of the company let alone the same mamih who are busy with socialite mamih. Or should I talk to myself, like a madman?!” started to repeat with a high voice.

“Fira, you,.” Liana was at a loss for words, yet Shafira looked indifferent. “And you guys,!” pointed at Tina who was standing straight in front of him.

“Ssssttttt....” Shafira puts her index finger over her lips while hissing. “Do not upset them. Or,.” lower Liana's hand slowly.

“Or what?!” Liana grew increasingly angry to see Shafira defending her servants.

Shafira approached and whispered to Liana. “I'll tell papih about the plan mamih streets together with the mamih and the flocking. How?” His whisper, which sounded clear as a threat.

Then he pulled his body away, crossed his arms in front of his chest while smiling at Liana. His eyebrows swooped sharply like they were intimidating Liana.

Liana just growled in annoyance. He could not hide his daughter's threat. “Awas y'all!” his surprise as he passed away leaving Shafira and her friends.

Shafira clapped her hands lightly, as if she was cleaning dust from her hands. “Sorry for the ad, let's eat again.” Said relaxed.

Sit back in place with eye cues asking people to sit down. He went back to sipping his meatballs greedily.

They sat back, though they were afraid.

Kinar heaved a sigh of relief, he again sat down with his subordinates. It was a thrilling night and they were the cause.

Kinar secretly glanced at Shafira who was back to enjoying her meatballs. There was a faint smile on his lips looking at the behavior of his young lady a moment ago. It started to change, very different.

****

Holidays are the most awaited day by Disa. The first thing he did after getting out of the house was to go to the mini market to send money to Jenar.

“Bi, here send money to grandma and aunt.” said Disa after answering greetings Imas. He came out of the minimarket and sat in a chair that is usually occupied by people who enjoy instant coffee.

“Udah send money again, which yesterday there is also neng.” So said Imas from there.

“Gag pa-pa bi, buyin granny good food just as easy to chew yes.”.

“Iya geulis, aunty time buyin hard food.” Imas chuckled at the end of his sentence. “Eneng when to go home? Nanyain's grandmother kept saying when her favorite grandson came home.”

Disa can only smile faintly getting the same question every time she calls Imas or Jenar.

“Later to go home bi, now there is only a day off but two more months on three days off. So definitely go home to bandung.”

“Aduh still a long time oruh yes, your grandmother has missed he said.”

Disa smeared her lips while wiping away the tears that suddenly dripped. His heart melos, honestly he also misses his family in the hometown.

“Grandmother again why bi?” his voice sounded raucous. He cleared his throat to neutralize his voice.

“There, again feed chicken. Don't talk to grandma yes, because later like to talk to her aunt continues to scream again the story of your father and mother from the time they met. Gag will be finished a day.” Cerocos Imas is exactly what it is.

Senar who is senile indeed very often repeat the same story, especially the story about the two parents Disa. Not only did he tell stories, he would also usually grieve for days, which is why Imas forbade Disa to talk to Jenar.

“Can you want to hear the voice of grandma bi, can you?”

“Bby. Sakedap. (Wait a minute)”

I heard Imas pressing one button on his phone, maybe a loud speaker.

“Ma, have you finished feeding the chicken?” yell Imas at Jenar.

“Udah imas, nih stay to eat goats. Ask your husband to give them a meal, they'll be laper.” Yep, cried out loudly.

Hearing the voice of Jenar made Disa's eyes teary. He really misses the owner of the crisp sound that started raucous. Maybe because of his age that is not young anymore so his voice sounded vibrating.

“Udah neng?” this time the sound of Imas was heard.

“Udah bi, thanks. Later on send a code to take the money.. Aunty immediately take it afraid someone wants to buy.”

“Iya neng, thanks ya. Bibi do’ain hopefully windfall eneng add a lot. At the same affection temen-temen and eneng employers. Do not forget later if you go home bring a handsome young man Jakarta make in the same exhibition with people here.”

He smiled at the last word of Imas. But he was sure, do’a promised his aunt is very sincere and he said “aamiin” in his heart for it.

“Iya bi, thanks. Nitip granny yaa... Assalamu ‘alaikum...” call was disconnected.

Can put his phone in the tote bag, and he had to hurry to go elsewhere.

******

In a different place, there was a very nervous middle to get a sharp gaze from Kean.

It was Wati who was currently only able to bow before Kean by hand twisting the apron lace he was wearing. His red lips were in contrast to a deathly pale and sweaty tense face.

“What kind of coffee can you make?” kean's voice sounded cynical making Wati not even dare to raise her face let alone answer Kean's question.

Kean stirred up the cup of coffee in front of him after he added a little more ground coffee because it was too sweet. Apparently, after added it still feels bad, not like he usually drinks.

“Tring!” he threw his spoon up to hit the cup and made Wati aghast in his place.

The sweat on his back was dripping more and more and more wet his hands.

“Where is my breakfast?!” continued Kean without turning his eyes to Wati.

“Mo-please wait a minute sir. I'll make it.” Wati immediately took a frying pan to make fried rice and placed it on the stove top.

Move the existing kettle in the next furnace and, “Aw!” he shouted when it turned out that the kettle he was about to lower was still hot.

“PRANG!” followed by the sound of the cauldron falling to the floor, turning and then lying face down. Very rowdy. He took it immediately. Kean only shook his head to see the penniless behavior of his servant.

Wati really panicked especially when she saw Kean's face that looked increasingly cold.

“Ma-sorry sir, I will make you toast.”

Not to make fried rice, he opened a piece of paper in his hand, muttered to read it and began to open one by one the kitchen set on his head.

“How much longer do I have to wait?!” kean's voice sounded so terrifying in Wati's ears. His face looked very upset.

“Ma-sorry sir, it looks like the bread is running out because it is not in its place.” Katah Wati who remained down with an uncertain feeling/New first got the task of directly serving his young master but everything he made a mess..

Kean moved from his seat. It was enough he patiently waited and saw the behavior of the substitute waiter Disa.

After arriving late and did not wake him, he did not prepare a glass of water and the taste of the coffee is not delicious.

Especially now, can not make breakfast and make time wasted.

Kean approached Wati, he took out a piece of paper in his trembling hand.

“What is this?!” ask her while looking at the notes on the paper. Wati just stuttered and glued.

“Jam 6 wake young master, prepare water on the dining table, prepare bath water. Make coffee with 2 spoons of black coffee, half a spoon of sugar and the water should be hot. Breakfast made fried rice which I taught at that time. Remember not to taste. After that,.”

Kean squeezed out the paper he had in his hand. The paper contained the instructions Disa had written to prepare everything her young master needed.

“You can go. No need to go back.” Kean said later. He was already very lazy to deal with the woman before him.

Wati raised his face with a worried expression. He was already very anxious to cry because Kean's gaze was too scary for him.

“Wait for what else?” his bluff left Wati aghast.

“I'm sorry sir.” He nodded several times while wiping his tears that just dripped.

Kean doesn't chim. He took his briefcase and went into the garage and started his car. The tie that he had concluded neatly he pulled back because it felt so stifling. While Wati can only cry and immediately get out of the house through the back road. It seems he can't finish his job.

“Why send such a waiter here?” kean's deep voice sounded terrifying when contacting Kinar.

“What wati made a mistake sir?” Kinar sounded quite surprised.

“I told him to go home.” He turned off his phone once, annoyed.

I swear, it's been a really shitty morning for Kean. The drastic difference feels right between being served by Disa and being served by another servant. And that makes him very upset.

He reopened the paper he had squeezed until it rolled small.

“...After that, ask what lunch the young master wants. If he answers, make a chicken salad, capcay and fried shrimp flour. Young master gag likes to have onions or celery in his food. Again remember, do not sample.” Kean finished reading the writing.

Unknowingly, her lips smiled faintly. He knows what he likes and doesn't like. And the waiter had made his mood worse. Berdo’a alone hopefully Roy is not the target of Kean's anger today.

*******