Marry The Heir
Visits not expected

Almost an hour passed and they dissolved in silence. Only the sound of a pencil rubbing against paper can be heard. The sigh of Disa is a sign that the picture has been completed.

“Completed?” Naomi with round eyes peeked at the work of Disa.

Disa nods and shows her design to Naomi.

“Waw!!! Beautiful!” with a happy face. “Thanks disa, you are my savior.” He hugged Lisa tightly.

The one hugged just smiled with a sigh of relief.

Naomi looks very happy, Adela is no exception. They began to busy discussing the fabric to be used as well as some accessories that will make Naomi stunning when attending the show later. He also began to ask a tailor who worked in his boutique to make clothes according to the design.

Quite tired also full concentration makes the design in the attentive condition of the people around it. Waiting for Adela and Naomi to finish thinking about materials and accessories, Disa chose to go around the boutique. In one room he found a lot of cloth that Adela used to make clothes.

The pink cloth managed to attract the attention of Disa and make her approach. He touched it slowly, very gently as the cloth came into contact with his skin. He recalled his plan to make clothes for his young lady.

“You can have it if you want.” A voice sounded from the door.

“Tante,.” Wept Disa as she turned her head and there was Adela there.

The middle-aged woman who remained beautiful was approaching soon.

“Your eyes are indeed observant. Cain was aunty dapet time to paris some time ago. You can have it if you want.” Touch the pink cloth in front of him.

“But this must be very expensive aunt.” Disa with her rawness lowered her hand.

“There is nothing more expensive than a trust and aunty trusts you. Aunty sure, this fabric will be worth more when you have given it a beautiful design.” Patted his shoulder a few times. He gave all his trust to Disa.

With only a smile, he looked back at the cloth in front of him. He could imagine how beautiful the young lady would be when she wore the clothes she had designed later.

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Kean's work room sounded very quiet with some files scattered on the table. The owner seems to be very upset because the morning started with something unpleasant.

He loosened his tie with glasses perched on his nose. He is still designing the concept of cooperation that he will propose to his clients from abroad.

“You want coffee sir?” tawar Roy who saw Kean's unpleasant face from morning. Looks like he needs a little caffeine to relax the nerves in his head.

“Make sure the coffee you make does not make my stomach hurt.” His dreams with cynicism.

Since coming to the office, Kean has been very fussy and more upsetting than usual. Starting from asking for a lot of breakfast menu but only a piece of bread that he ate end-to-end. That's not over either.

At 10 as usual he asked for a snack and a glass of tea with a menu that he had determined but until now the snack menu was still filled the table. There was nothing he ate because nothing suited his taste.

And lunch earlier, only one spoon that he ate when they went all the way to eat food to the usual restaurant Kean sambangi.

The mood is really messy.

“Good sir.” Only that was Roy's advice before resigning.

This afternoon, he himself went to the pantry and made tea. While waiting for the water to ripen, he was browsing how to make a delicious tea. Various tea recipes he searched for up to his tricks and tips. And finally, how to make green tea that he used to serve tea for his young master.

One cup of tea, just enough to drain the mind and energy and emotions Roy. Berdo’a course hopefully his young master will drink it.

“Please sir,..” said Roy who put the cup near Kean.

Kean did not chim in, still engrossed in the work in his place. His attention only shifted when there was a knock on the door.

Roy moved out of his place to open the door.

“Happy day sir.” Sapa Roy who tried to hide his surprised face when someone unexpected came to this company.

“Siang.” Sahutnya with a haughty smile that he used to show. He stepped confidently into Kean's office.

It was Marcel who was looking around the room with a line of smiles on his lips. One hand he put in his pocket and the other hand rubbed his chin which grew thin hair. Occasionally sounding whispers from his mouth, either an admiration or a mockery.

“Wah, it looks like the successor of hardjoyo group is trying hard.” Sit on the couch without permission.

He crossed his right leg over his left leg with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Very proud and confident, became the hallmark of the Hardjoyo family is no exception Marcel.

After holding back, Kean finally turned his head when he heard that satirical sentence.

“Sure. No one should eat blind paychecks at peak hours like this.” Timpal Kean who welcomed his uncle's war drums.

Marcel chuckled and moved from his place. “Everyone has their own way of getting the job done. Looks relaxed work, does not mean not work. It's just that, great people, (pointing to themselves) have a smart way to work. No longer work relying on muscles but relying on the brain.” Pointing his own head.

Kean began to be lured, he stood up from his place with both hands clenched.

Marcel moved from his place, walked slowly to Kean, then pulled the tapping chair in front of Kean and sat back with his legs crossed.

“Sit down, I'll teach you to work with the brain.” Point it at Kean's chair.

Kean turned his face that looked very upset but still he finally sat opposite Marcel.

“What exactly do you want uncle to say?!” looking at Marcel sharply but who was in the face even smiled while rubbing his chin relaxed.

“You know kean, being born with a golden spoon is not always fun is not it?” smiling at the end of his sentence then took a cup and sipped tea with pleasure without excuse.

Kean was still trying to be patient, waiting for the next sentence from the uncle who was only a few years away from him.

“I have an interesting offer for you. I'm sure you'll like it.” Putting his hands together in front of his face, his elbows rest on the table.

"Oh yeah? Tell me." said Kean, who helped straighten his body, preparing to welcome Marcel's bait.

“Apply merging subsidiary and get off that chair.” Continue with a sharp look at Kean. Seen a sarcasm from his lips.

Kean leaned his body, in fact he had expected what Marcel would offer, only he did not expect that the uncle would be this open.

“Good offer.” Kean made Marcel smile.

“Sure! Even if we don't get along, but I do expect my nephew to be happy and live quietly without a lack of anything."

"You can go back to how you used to be, play around in America, live as you like and spend unlimited money.” Marcel seemed very enthusiastic. Looks like the negotiations will work.

Kean just smiled and soon laughed. “Uncle looks so eager to see me happy. I'm really lucky to have an uncle who cares about my hiddup." he said, which made Marcel smile broadly with a cheerful face.

Kean leaned back toward Marcel. His gaze was so sharp, staring at the man before him. "But unfortunately, I'm not interested.” He was half whispered but full of emphasis.

“I am not a coward and do not want to be considered a coward anymore.” Firmly with a sharp look that he did not put down the slightest on Marcel.

Marcel is out of his place. His right hand he put in his pocket. He also loosened the tie which made him feel angry.

“So you chose to fight against me?” tanyakanya.

“Why not?” Shrugging his shoulders indifferently.

He went back to Kean and leaned his body towards Kean. His eyes seemed to be barking as if showing a lot of annoyance.

“You should know, you will lose kean. And I'm sure, one day you will come and beg for mercy from me.” threatened him with full decisiveness.

“Oh yes?” act calm by leaning his body on the back of the chair. “But what I see now, uncle is like scared. Did uncle start to doubt his own abilities or start to realize that I was capable enough to rival uncle?” the dream without any doubt.

“BRAK!!!” Marcel kicked the table in front of him. There was clearly anger coming from both eyes.

He no longer speaks. Just looked at Kean sharply and gave him a line of sarcastic smiles. With a long and firm step, he passed away and closed the door violently.

“SHIT!!” snorting Kean violently. He changed the one who broke the table and scrambled all the documents in front of him.

He brushed his coarse hair with breath that overflowed after a while ago he held back his frustration.

In his current mind, he does not want to get into the game Marcel made by making him a loser and positioning Marcel as a hero. But at the same time, he felt he had trapped himself in the hell he was supposed to leave behind.

His head is beating dizzy. How could he be caught up in his own game?

“AARRGGGHHH!!!!” his screams vented all the frustration.

But still, his chest felt sore and tight. Trapped and underestimated at the same time. This is what he hates the most and this is what he wants to leave behind. Honey, it goes deeper.

*****

Still struggling with traffic jams, Reza steered his car out of the toll gate and into a more lengthened street. His name is Jakarta, no matter how small the road that passes is never as slow as expected.

The sound of the phone ringing resuscitated Disa from her impeachment to spend time with the man who was beside her. There was nothing they were talking about but still made Disa smile.

The call was immediately answered.

“Mba, where are you?” a typical spoiled voice and already very he memorized, greeted him.

“I'm on the road miss. Can I help you?” ask without hesitation.

“Mba, what time are you home?”

“Em me, “ glanced at his watch for a while before he replied. “I'm on my way home.” Further.

There was no place to go on the day that began in the afternoon.

“Terus mba disa now where?” Shafira is a hobby of asking.

“On the road,..” look around the road looking for billboards or so on.

“Kemuning raya,.” Reza answered.

“Kemuning highway.” Repeating Reza's sentence while nodding.

Reza just smiled and refocused on the street in front of him.

“Oh kemuning raya's. Do not go home mba, we met at the cafe at that time.”

“But I forgot the path.” Can scratch his own head.

“Yes, I texted. Later you take a taxi to the place ya.”

“Good, I'll be there.”

Disa can only obey Shafira's orders.

“Someone is waiting for you?” reza asked shortly after Disa ended her call. He saw the expression of Disa's riled up.

“I-Yes sis, my employer.” Legally weak.

“Where is the place?”

“Oh no need, I'll get off in front only.” Disa quickly disarmed.

“Don't talk to me there. I can drive you. Can we just relax a little more? Yeah let's just say I'm your brother and you're my sister.” Reza revealed that made Disa look for a moment at the handsome face beside her.

His heart was racing again.

“Thank you brother.” His ideal.

“Sama-sama.” Reza nodded and smiled, a smile that could always make Disa fly into dreamland. “So where is the address?” reza's voice resuscitated Disa from her condition.

“Oh yes. *Meet up *Cafe, jasmine street number 8.”

“Okey, we will rotate in front and about 30 minutes we will get there.”

“Thank you, sorry to trouble.” Disa is still with her pomp.

“Hey, relax.” Again Reza's smile that Disable saw. “O yes, may I know who you will meet?”

“Oh, my employer. Young miss. Still SMA.” Answer Isa quickly.

Reza just nodded. They returned in silence through a long journey.

Why should he care who he meets?

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