Marry The Heir
Reza

“Assalamu ‘alaikum.” a large and heavy voice distracts Disa and Nita who are in the kitchen.

They were preparing lunch when the voice of Reza who had just come and immediately approached them.

“Wa’alaikum salam.” say both together.

“Wah pas very nyampe, mamah same paradisa just finished cooking.” Nita approaches her son.

Reza salim to his mother and then kissed Nita's forehead gently.

“Wah, cook what? I think it's really good.” Reza approached and approached Disa who was still standing firmly in her place.

“Hay, how are you?” he extended his hand to Disa.

Disa smiled in a knot, with an uncertain feeling she welcomed Reza's hand. “Alhamdulillah good.” Slowly word.

Reza returned the smile that made Disa's heart beat so fast. His attitude began to clumsy, he immediately let go of Reza's hand and did not know what he had to touch next.

“I can try it?” take a fork and point at the stirring that was in front of him.

“Please pack.” Sahut Disa, while nodding.

Reza stabs broccoli with his fork and hap, the food goes into his mouth. Chew it slowly, tasting the blend of flavors he was enjoying in his mouth. Can wait impatiently, the male comment before him.

“Em, yummy.” Reza revealed that made Disa's eyes sparkle quickly.

“That's a cooked paradisa loh. My mom loves cooking as well. Cobain deh fried fish.” Praise Nita while bringing a plate of fried fish closer to Reza.

Reza looked at Disa who was standing next to him. It was seen that the girl immediately turned her eyes away with a deep sigh to reduce her nervousness.

“What are we doing for lunch? Reza is really a laper.” I'm Reza who felt his saliva almost dripping seeing the many food menus presented.

“Wah come, mamah same paradisa is waiting for you.” Pull a chair for him to sit on.

Reza danced one seat beside her, “Sit.” He told Disa.

“Thank you sir.” Nodding the chest and sitting down.

Reza just smiled and sat down next to Disa.

“Paradisa, still call reza father. Is he that old? Mother gag willing..” Nita who protested heard the call of Disa to her son.

“Sorry mom, still a habit.” Be ashamed. He secretly glanced at Reza who was smiling while looking at him.

“Yes already, from now on call reza brother, mas or big brother. Consider him your own brother. Aren't you a kid?” rubbing Reza's hand on the table and holding it.

“Yes, sister's call seems better. I feel younger.” Reza agrees.

Disa blushed again with her reddened face.

“Nah deal. I don't want to hear you call reza yaa..." Looking at Disa and smiling. Disa was nodding in agreement, it seemed like she really had to obey. "Okey paradisa, please bring rice for your favorite child.”

“Oh, yes bu.” Disa regained consciousness quickly even though it was still clumsy. Deftly he took the plate and filled it with rice.

“It's enough, don't be too much.” Reza's voice stopped Disa.

"Oh yes." Disa smiled again when she turned to look Reza, the handsome man was looking at her.

His heart felt like it was surging, pounding so fast that it felt like his face was flushed again due to the maximum pumping of blood throughout his body.

“Thank you.” Reza's voice stopped Disa's behavior still holding the plate in her hand.

He took his plate from Disa and beside her, Nita seemed to smile looking at the two young people before her.

He immediately shifted his eyes to another place. He needed space to regulate his roaring breath.

Lunch began, they enjoy one by one the food presented on the table.

“Oh yes, mamah has already shown us the same secret room in?” Reza asked Nita.

“Udah dong. Paradisa loves it, don't you think?” Nita is always enthusiastic.

Disa nodded then swallowed her food violently. “Iya sis, really like.” I am embarrassed.

“Hem, great. You can play here often. Painting there, while my mommy. He often nagged because there was no temen.” Reza slightly approached and whispered in Disa's ear making Disa quite shocked and goosebumps. Just look at his round eyes looking at Reza who seemed relaxed.

“Enak. Mamah often bete because you still do not know the prospective mantu for mamah. Mama wants to have a grandson.” Nita pursed her lips in annoyance at Reza.

“Mah, don't dong. I think I'm a gag.” Reza chimed in, making Disa smile.

“Yes so, cepetan find a prospective wife let mamah there temen chat, cook, momong grandchildren the same streets.”

“Oh, so mamah want to have a ghost for that doang?”

“Well yes dong. More than that, in order to calm down, you already have someone to take care of. Is it paradisa?”

“Iya?” Back to asking. He was still quite surprised to hear Nita ask him that.

Reza looked at him with a line of smiles, making Disa's feelings more uncertain.

It seems Nita realized Disa's clumsiness plus her face that was reddened earlier. He also tried to shift the conversation so that Disa did not feel uncomfortable.

“Za, aunt adela ask to see paradisa. But he can't come here because there are more guests. You can take him to his boutique auntie adela right?”

“Bby, why not. Want when?” reza turned to Disa.

He could stutter without a sound being heard.

“After meals, if you don't mind.” Nita answered.

“Okey!” that's all Reza said.

Disa immediately turned her face away and smiled anxiously herself. He tried to regulate his breathing that increased quickly because he was nervous to imagine he would go with Reza.

“Can, make sure don't do stupidity.” The message to himself. Enough thumping, we'll continue the lunch. It takes extra energy to compensate for the pumping of a racing heart.

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The streets of the capital are always crowded on weekends like this. There seems to be no difference in the number of vehicles between morning, afternoon, evening and night. Always crowded with passing vehicles fill the streets with directions and destinations respectively.

“Since when do you like to paint?” reza asked to break their silence during this trip.

“Iya?” Disa turned to look at Reza who was looking at her with a finger tapping on the steering wheel, waiting for the red light to turn green.

From some of his habits it seems Reza is an expressive and impatient person.

Today Disa has failed to focus because she daydreams and talks to herself.

“Since when do you like to paint?” Reza is not tired of repeating his question with a line of smiles that make the heart of Disa back pounding.

“Oh, the.” She pulled out the hair that covered her face. Talking to Reza always makes him clumsy. “I, love to paint since childhood.” I then.

“Your family seems to have quite thick art blood.” Terka Reza without taking her eyes off Disa.

“Yes, I happen to like painting too. He was raised in the village of painter.” Terang Disa's.

“Wah, very interesting. Is he still painting?”

Reza looked enthusiastic but not with Disa.

The sweet girl shook her head with a face turned soft. “No, he was already dead when I was 5 years old.” His voice sounded bitter.

“It's okay brother. I'm used to answering the same questions and no longer feel as deeply sad as I used to.” Disa was still trying to smile at the end of her sentence.

“You are a strong woman, your parents must be very proud.” This time Reza's page was staring at Disa. Making Disa turn her face away from Reza's gaze.

He did not reply, just a faint smile that he showed.

The red light turned green and Reza drove back to Adela's boutique. Twice the turn and they arrived at a boutique by the name of “Adela boutique” after the name of the owner.

“Mari, we've reached.” Reza parked his car neatly in front of the boutique.

He opened the car door and got down. A woman who had just finished calling greeted the two.

“Paradisa yes?” his sweep while embracing Disa.

“Iya bu.” Disa was well-mannered, returning Adela's hand.

“Wah I can finally meet you in person. True said mba nita, paradisa is beautiful.” Swiping his arm familiarly.

“Thank you bu.” Shame on me.

“Yes za, you get more handsome. Long time ago we gag met.” Switch the Reza he embraced.

“Iya aunt. Aunt also younger aja.” The reply after the salim on Adela.

“Hhahaha.. Could it be you. Yes we are in.” Adela pulled the hand of Disa who was walking beside her. Reza is trailing behind.

Enter into a boutique with a room dominated by silver and gold for every ornament on display. It seems Adela likes everything elegant and luxurious.

“What do you drink?” when he arrived at the boutique.

“Reza wants to take it yourself tan, auntie chat the same disa.” Reza offered to.

“Okey handsome. All of you ask please call naomi yaa.. Tell me what she is waiting for come.”.

“Siap tan,.” Reza did a brief salute before it passed.

They sat in one corner of the sofa. His eyes still look around looking around the boutique that looks slick and beautiful.

“Content with us ready to come. Aunt seneng very.” Still clasping his hands and looking at him gratefully.

“Sama-sama tan. It's just that we are not sure yet, what might kak naomi like with the design of disa.” He's a little suspicious.

While at the gallery, Nita had already said that her nephew Naomi would attend an important event and she needed the help of Disa to design clothes. Disa is not so sure if she can make a good dress design for Naomi, considering she has never even met the girl.

“Tante sure naomi would like and you can definitely make a good design. As long as you know, your previous design naomi also likes loh..” Adela trying to calm down.

Disa only smiled faintly, she had not even thought of what kind of clothing design would be.

“Okey, here's a drink..” Reza comes with two glasses of drink one of which he thrust on Disa.

“Em thanks brother.”

“Sama-sama. Drink, the air outside is very hot.” Reza took a seat across Disa.

Can gulp bit by bit his drink, to wet his throat.

“Hay, there yes..” a beautiful girl came and stretched out her hand.

Disa immediately put her glass and stood up to greet the girl's hand.

“Oh hay, yes I dia.”

“Naomi.” They shake hands with each other. “It's nice to see you. Looks like you're still very young. How old are you?”

Naomi squinted her eyes like she was investigating Disa.

“Em, I 20 years.”

The handshake of both of them came off and with his hand signal Naomi invited Disa to sit down.

The name that Naomi bears is very appropriate. This typical Japanese-faced woman looks very high compared to Disa and a little tomboy.

“Can, I will attend an invitation from a famous model. I hope you want to help me yes.” Naomi directly conveyed her point with a slightly clear face.

“Em I am still learning design, maybe the design I made is not in accordance with the taste of kak naomi.”

“Quite call naomi, we're only 4 years apart. His sister you gave to brother reza.” He tried to melt the atmosphere.

Disa blushed, she glanced at Reza who was on her side and looked like the man was smiling while looking at Disa and Naomi alternately.

“He would rather call me father.” Timpal Reza without taking his eyes off Disa.

“Who is the father anyway? Cute and young gini time called father. Aunty even saw you guys compatible, aunt thought dating.” Adela nudged Disa slowly making Disa quite shocked.

“Hah, no kok tan.” With a quick chiming.

“Hahha.. Yes, don't want to be there. Kak reza ex many, she is the casanova who is good at hiding her boyfriend while in America. Aye right?” Naomi chimed in.

“Enak! My ex gag a lot yeah, it's just a process of finding a man. If you already find the right one will also stop.” I'm Reza frankly.

“Can only save it.” Naomi's stinginess is avenged by Reza.

“Udah dong darling, don't think your sister's market price is down.” Adela interceded and they just laughed.

“Okey, back to topic, I really need your help sa. I liked your previous design. So, please help me okay?” Naomi returned to her persuasion. With her puppy eyes and cute smile.

“Em I will try, but before what kind of clothes naomi want?”

“Yes!” exciting Naomi. He immediately moved to sit beside Disa and shifted his mother. “Sorry mom.” His word.

“This you.” Adela's shifting.

“Honestly I'm a tomboy and not too fit to wear a dress. But the theme this time was the dress. Shitty right?” complains at the beginning of the request. Disa just smiled looking at Naomi's expressive face. From the way she sits, this girl looks very tomboyish.

“About, what kind of clothes would suit me?” staring at Disa with a page, he waited for an answer.

“Em, can I measure the body first?”

“Sure!” with the spirit of Naomi standing up.

Disa stood up and took the prepared meter. He begins to measure Naomi's ideal body parts. According to information from Nita, Naomi is currently modeling school abroad and currently she will attend the invitation of one of the famous models. Of course the look should be plenary.

“Maybe I will make maxi dress. Does naomi agree?” disa asked after getting Naomi's overall body size.

“Why not, let's try.”

“Good.”

Is able to get out the skecth book. He began to scratch pencils on his plain paper. Her forehead seemed wrinkled and occasionally noticed Naomi making the girl reflexively pose and make Disa smile.

Not only was Disa serious, Adela and Reza also listened. It looks like Adela is already impatient as to what the dress is in the picture Disa.

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