Marry The Heir
Design Competition for beginners

In the cafe they arrived. Disa removed her seatbelt before she got off.

“Thank you brother, sorry have ngerepotin.” His words began to sound more relaxed, no longer raw.

“No problem. Looks like it's a comfortable cafe, I just found out.” Reza also looked around the cafe who seemed to start turning on flickering lights in several corners.

“Yes, the food is also quite good. Suitable for hanging out.”

“Oh yes?”

Disa nodded confidently.

“Kalo so, next time you find me hanging out here. What can?”

As it gets the durian crumbling, Disa gets an invitation to hang out from the one and only Mahreza Adjie.

“I-iya kak.” He really wanted to scream so happy.

“Okey, promise yes.”

Again Disa nodded with a tinge of smile. Happiness that he cannot hide.

“Kak reza be careful on the road. Greetings to bu nita.”

“Okey. Remember, girls don't come home too late, hem.”

“Iya kak.”

He chose to open the door and go down. He did not want to do another stupid thing that would ruin their sweet parting.

He waved his hand and Reza replied with a horn. What a sweet thing for Disa.

“Hayoh! Dianter who?!”

“Gosh!” again, Disa's heart was almost dislodged because Shafira surprised her.

Her young lady really liked to make her shocked. Luckily his heart is still in his sockets, supported by strong muscles so it does not sag easily.

“Dianterin whoaa?” Shafira was still in her curious fashion, noticing the car driving further and further away.

If only he was not late, maybe he could get acquainted with the man who delivered Disa.

“I-it, his son my acquaintance is non.” I'm just any Disa. He still noticed the car that started mingling with other vehicles then disappeared at the next turn.

“Hah, who did mba there boy?” Shafira is confused.

“Eh. My acquaintances are mothers and it's her son.” Is getting random.

“Cowok?” shafira quickly asked.

Disa nodded slowly and her face turned red.

“Say gebetan or girlfriend. It's hard anyway.” The protest of Shafira who elbowed Disa's arm with anxiety. He walked into the cafe first.

“Eh no, just a friend.” Speed up his pace to teach Shafira.

“Dating is also not pa-pa times. This is his age. Oddly part too, the girl as good and beautiful as mba in kok has not had a boyfriend.” He put his body in the chair he had been in.

“Truly non, just temen.” He was convinced by his confession.

“Okey, down. Nih drink first, let his blushing gag too tired.” Giving the juice he ordered first.

“Emang I blushing non?”

“Deuh gag nyadar. I had a drink.” half Shafira's voice whispered and the rest was clear.

Could immediately sip his drink up to almost half toilet.

“Crazy, mba already have a trunk, half directly out.” Cetus Shafira is amused by Disa's behavior.

“Hehehe. Very fast.” Timpal Disa is starting to return to its on mode.

“Okey, I have info for mba in.” Take out a flat object from his pocket.

“What's non?” Disa looked curious.

Shafira turned on her phone, scrolled it slowly and showed a picture on Disa.

“Design competitions for beginners.” He said with a smile.

Disa's eyes quickly rounded seeing something very interesting before her.

“Can I see?” he looks very enthusiastic.

“Hem. Look at the full info.” Putting his phone on Disa.

Disa immediately took Shafira's phone without hesitation. It seems he is very excited.

Shafira who was in front of him just smiled looking at the spirit of Disa. As he saw something else from the gentle and reserved figure of Disa.

Can read the full race information from the beginning to the end title. And when it was all finished reading, the look on his face turned sad.

“Why?” Shafira. How could the look on his face change so quickly.

“Looks like I can't come.” His words are sluggish.

“Loh, why? There is a strange condition of what should mba be mentally?” immediately snatch his phone and read the full announcement.

“I am unlikely to join because I cannot often go out to follow this race.” His complaint.

“And this, the prize can be to study to france, meet many famous designers. Is it a pity same rare occasion as gini?”

Shafira's sentence felt like a flame burning the axis of the spirit of Disa.

“Come, chance kayak gini gag come 2 times. Emang mba dia want to be in the kayak position now continue?” shafira's next sentence sounded like a catalyst for Disa.

Shaken, of course he does not want to continue to be in a position like this.

And he is very grateful to meet an employer like Shafira who is open-minded and does not hinder his potential. It became his source of inspiration and encouragement.

“Come, spirit. If mba won, I am willing to be the model mba there. Wearing the best dress by Paradisa Sandhya and standing proudly on stage. Hem?” Shafira with her divine level imagination imagined her standing on stage wearing clothes designed by Disa.

Disa even sobbed. He was really moved to hear the words of his young lady.

“Lohh.. Wh why? Yes, want yes...Yuk spirit yuk!” Shafira spoke while rubbing Disa's arm.

Finally, Disa agreed. Sentence “No dreams are in vain while we want to try to make it happen” It seems true. His job was to start it.

****

The sound of the clang of the piano filled the stillness of the air of the gallery room which was under the dim light. The night was late enough when Reza still pressed his piano keys to string together a tone that warmed a quiet night.

Nita, who had finished making improvements, immediately approached her son who was in a special room that he deliberately made. Reza prefers to play his piano in this room where there are many paintings and views that are directly fixed on the garden outside the glass there.

Nita approached the son and sat down with him. Reza who realized the presence of his mother, then opened his eyes that were originally closed to permeate the melody he intertwined.

“Continue,” shrieked Nita as Reza turned her head and stopped the movement of her hand.

A faint smile spread across Reza's lips and slowly shook his head.

“Udah is quite malem, you want to go home now?” the bargain when looking at the clock has shown at half 8 pm.

Nita shook her head and grabbed her son's hand which she held tightly. “How's paradisa?” asked Nita with a line of raised smiles.

“Paradisa?” repeating the name called his mother.

“Hem.” Nodding. “She's a good girl isn't she?” continued.

Reza smiled and kissed her mother's hand.

“Why do you like it so much?” changed Reza who asked while looking at Nita who was smiling at him.

“Ya mamah will not tell you, you find out for yourself. Get to know him well.”

Reza smiled faintly at Nita's reply.

“Yes usually the views of parents towards a girl are a little different and there must be a strong reason why mamah keeps trying to get me the same there. If Mom says she's a good girl, isn't that just a cliche excuse because basically everyone is good?”

Nita nods slowly, apparently her plan to bring Reza closer and Disa has been read by her son.

“Yes, mom does have her own views. But, who will live in the future is you. So yes you have to have your own assessment.” Elak Nita's. She is not a forced mother. It was just that he could not keep his hopes up for too long.

“Okey, now I'm asking, why do I have to be there? Why is she a new woman who likes you and advises me to recognize her?” Reza asked more seriously, locking the view of the mother who seemed to save a lot of things that he could not dive into.

“Treng...” Nita instead pressed one of the keys then chuckled.

“Udah mamah says mamah has his own reasons. What is clear, you do not want you to miss the opportunity to recognize this girl. But if after you recognize it and you feel unsuited, yes mamah can what?” nita was always wise.

Reza understood. Instead of continuing the debate with his mother, he prefers to play the melody on his piano. In his mind, there was still plenty of time to do what Nita asked for. After all, he already did not want to recklessly approach women. He wants to end his adventure and choose the right woman for his future.

"I'll try, but please don't push. Because I'm alone, I don't know what I'm and how I feel." he muttered, which Nita could still hear.

Nita looked up and nodded. He rubbed the head of the son who then rested his head on Reza's sturdy arm. He wants to stay here longer, with the son who always keeps his feelings warm.

*****

Click the clack click, the sound of the clock pendulum constantly moving left and right produces a constant sound. Kean was still in his place, standing on the balcony with a glass of fizzy drink in his hand.

His gaze looked up, looking straight ahead there saw the lights that sometimes appear and then disappear again.

He sipped a soft drink again for a few times and looked grimacing as his stomach began to feel uncomfortable. For a long time he did not drink soft drinks, precisely when Disa hid his instant noodles and soft drinks.

When passing through the minimarket, he did choose to stop by for a moment to buy a drink that will accompany him through the night.

He recalled his discussion with Marcel this afternoon. The guest was not expected to make his feelings even more uncomfortable. There was no more calmness that he felt 24 hours ago. Exactly when a girl hugged him when he was down.

He could not be denied, repeating his trauma became the biggest fear for Kean. He seemed to be meeting with the end of his life but suddenly the fear disappeared as he felt the warmth of the arms of Disa which was only a few minutes.

Crazy, what kind of feeling could this suddenly make his heart beat fast yet feel calm at the same time?

If only then did Disa not come and accompany him, maybe he had to repeat his therapy with one of the psychologists he had not met for a very long time.

And even crazier, he felt "Feeling lost" that he had never imagined before. On yesterday they were together all day until Kean could close his day peacefully while the next day was made a mess because of his absence.

"What have you done, huh?!" grumbling to his own mind.

He squeezed his hair violently, trying to expel all the thoughts that made his feelings erratic.

"Quiet kean, this is just a temporary feeling. He just happens to be there when you need him." Sighs deeply and instills his sentence in his mind.

"Yes, this is only temporary." he muttered again trying to convince himself.

He gulped his drink back to the toilet. Maybe playing PS will make his mind distracted and forget about things that are temporary. Yes temporarily.

*****