Marry The Heir
Luxury car

Returning from the workshop Damar saw the lights of Disa's room that was still on. Their room was indeed facing so occasionally he could see the activities Disa did in his room.

There was a soft sound from behind the door of Disa's room. Damar peeked a little from the door slit and saw Disa was lying down while looking at a photo. Maybe a picture of his parents or grandmother in the village. Hearing the sobbing cry of Disa, Damar could only sigh deeply.

“Why do we have to be the sister of half-cousin sister Gini sa? Why is gag enough you're my friend like you used to be? Maybe I can comfort you with a crisp joke, which makes you laugh.” muttered Damar while looking at Disa from the door slit.

Damar leaned his body against the wall and closed his eyes when he remembered the unexpected event. Yes, when he was in 1st grade High School suddenly there was a man who visited him and Meri in neat clothes. Meri said that she would marry the man who was none other than Sugih, the younger brother of Disa's late father.

Hearing the narration of Meri at that time made Damar unconsciously drop the gift he had prepared for Disa. Disa graduation gift from Junior High School as well as expression of his feelings during this time.

The feeling of love known as monkey love was first felt by Damar in Disa. Very sweet but at the same time turned bitter.

Yes, Damar has other feelings for Disa besides the feeling of being a friend. He likes a sweet girl who changes his life and days a lot. Disa is indeed not a beautiful woman who once direct lyrics can not turn away. She's a sweet girl who's been seeing more and more attractive and good at making comfortable. When the distance makes Damar remember it even more.

His presence made him have ideals and began to dream later he would become a man like what. But everything fades away instantly when Meri is so happy to introduce Sugih as her new father-to-be.

That day, Damar began to change. It gets cold and annoying. All his harsh treatment of Disa sometimes he did to deny his feelings and form of disappointment. But over time, in fact the feeling never went away and Damar increasingly denied the reality.

“Ngapain lo here?!” dissa's voice suddenly sounded as he opened the door of his room wider.

Damar immediately opened his eyes and rubbed his rough face. He was glued for a moment to see the eyes moist and wet Disa.

“Kalo want to cry, use your clown head, let gag noisy!” cetus Damar with cynicism.

“Lo is restless yes!” snapping Disa with eyes that return to drip clear details. She needs a friend, she needs her brother but again Damar does not show her care in the slightest.

“BRUG!” Disa slammed the door of her room rudely in front of Damar. He was really upset with Damar who never understood his feelings. Where did the friend go where he told stories and laughed first? Why is there only a annoying human left that complicates his life even more.

Seeing Disa's attitude, Damar could only be bowed. Isn't this better for them?

Don't care about each other, so as not to get more attached.

****

By morning, Disa had heard a commotion in the kitchen. He was sure it was Meri. Disa quickly woke up, went to the bathroom and fulfilled her Muslim obligations. After that he immediately went out of the room to approach his tant.

“Tante want to sell?” disa asked when she saw Meri was arranging her cooking tools.

“There are pesen cakes but many ingredients are exhausted.” Bright Meri while weighing several containers of wheat flour.

“Can buyin ya tan, right there gag lecture.”

“Stop college really proud!” cetus Meri while giving some money to Disa. Disa just smiled crazily while taking the money in the Meri. “The money is just that, buy the material according to which aunt wrote.” Imbuh Meri while handing over the grocery notes in front of Disa.

“Iya tan, disa go first.”

Disa immediately picked up a shopping bag and used a bicycle to go to the market. Forgetting, he gulped down a glass of water before leaving. Not much time he used because Meri really does not like the word sluggish.

The bicycle wheels began to turn. He went through a small alley and into the highway. Arriving at the intersection of the red light he stopped the pace of his city bikes. It can wait for a while until the red light turns green.

“Can, where are you going?” shouted a woman who was riding her matic motorcycle. They blocked the other two motorists who were aligned.

“Mau to market bu.” Can chimed in on the question of the women berdaster.

“Later to home, not too late but..”.

“Iya bu...” sahut Disa while ringing his bicycle bell as a sign of goodbye.

The lights started to turn green and Disa returned to ride her bike, pedaling it quickly because the time was not much.

****

“Where is your responsibility, how can you let the workers at home in a long time?!” the loud voice rang out from Sigit Hardjoyo's mouth while dealing with his son, Kean. “You know, many of the workers who have worked in our company for a long time, how can you disappoint them?!” again the scream was clearly heard in Kean's ears.

Kean was still glued to his place, staring at his desk filled with heaps of files.

“Not since the beginning I told you that I am not interested in this business?” timpal Kean who made the man before him stand up then glared with a gaze full of anger. “I am indeed not able to work as well as papah, so why force everything?” added Kean who began to dare to look at Sigit.

“What did you say? You still dare to say that when everything I do for your good. Where do you think the clothes you wear, the luxury car you drive and the good food you can enjoy? From this business Kean!” snapping Sigit with barking eyes.

Kean smiled faintly, this sentence had always been the ultimate weapon for Sigit to make Kean feel squeezed with many demands. Unfortunately, what Kean is feeling right now is disgusted. Fed up with every excuse his father made.

“What do you think a family needs only money?” Kean ventured to ask while staring at Sigit. “Did papah ever ask what I really need?” this time Kean's voice ruffled with reddened eyes. “When papah forces me to go home and leave the most meaningful person alone abroad, do you ever think that what I need is not just money?!” gertak Kean later.

Sigit doesn't handle it. He just looked at Kean with anger then turned his face away from the hateful gaze of the son.

“What papah can give papah time also for me and just once listen to what I want?”

Sigit was only fixated on hearing Kean's question. Kean who had been staring at Sigit, this time could only be bowed. He knew what his father's answer was. For this middle-aged man there is nothing more important than a career that must endure at its peak. The rest is just a complement to perfection for anyone who looks at it.

Without waiting any longer, Kean immediately took his car keys and left with a still-shattering emotion. He wasn't strong enough to last longer breathing the same air as his father who let him down so much.

****

“Shit! Pack your monkey eyes!” exclaims Kean as a rider suddenly overtakes and cuts him in front. He gripped firmly on his steering wheel as a form of annoyance. He overtook it and did not want to lose making the solid streets become a racing area.

It felt like Kean was getting less and less out of sight of this bottleneck. He deliberately chose an alternative road that is not too crowded. The high speed on the road is quite stretchy makes Kean difficult to control the brakes when suddenly the yellow light turns red.

“Shelf!” something hit his car making Kean immediately he stepped on the brake pedal to screech.

Kean saw from his left rearview, there was a bicycle that was likely stuck by him. Only the wheels seemed to rotate in the air.

“Shit! Especially this!” snorting Kean while opening the seat belt that encircled his body. He immediately went down and approached the cyclist.

There were scattered items dominated by broken eggs smeared on paved streets.

“Aww...” a girl tries to get up while grimacing.

“Lo gag pa?” kean asked the girl who was now blowing her injured elbow.

“Lo gag I kayak how?” the girl exasperatedly.

Kean looked at the clock that was coiling in his hand. In a few moments he had to meet with the client who was waiting for him. He immediately took out his wallet and took out some money.

“Nih make indemnity.” Kean put some money on the girl.

The sweet girl who was none other than Disa stared at the cynical man who did not even look at her. His hand thrust out money while his eyes were somehow staring in which direction.

“Lo think the problem is enough with the money you love?!” exclaimed with annoyance.

The well-dressed man before him did not even apologize and looked at his face as he spoke. So low did the man treat Disa.

“Gue tau mode girls kayak lo. Pretend wretched continue to ask for compensation. Keep going now what? Still less money? Or ask me to marry you?!” this time Kean looked at Disa lazily.

Disa walked up to Kean in a hurry. The thin wounds on his heels and feet were so painful in the wind that he tried to hold them back.

“Lo gag knows yes, what should you do first if you make it wrong? Lo think,”

“Enough! I again gag to listen to a lecture. I've been kind to indemnify all, you don't ngarep the weird!” Kean interrupted Disa's sentence.

They looked at each other with their own frustration. It was like a fire was burning in the eyes of the two.

Disa smiled in annoyance. He took the money and threw it in Kean's face. “Gue gag needs money lo!” sentak Disa with growl.

Kean chuckled amusedly as he rubbed his rough face. He saw the eyes of Disa who looked at him with barking. His forehead was slightly bloody with dirty clothes exposed to flour and messy hair.

“Lo gag need to belagu. I'm sure you also deliberately nabrakin your bike to my car? If necessary, I change my bike butut lo!” solot Kean's.

“Oh, apparently I met a very arrogant sultan! Do you think all problems can be solved with money? Eat the money! Lo even gag knows how to apologize.” Timpal Disa is getting emotional.

Kean was very lazy to chimed in. “Gue has been compensated, it's up to you to be taken or not. Our business is clearly done!” Kean hurried away.

But it seems like Disa can't just let it go. He took the broken egg and shouted. “Don't run lo or I swear you're impotent!” exclaiming Disa while throwing fragments of eggs towards Kean to hit his clothes and car.

Kean stopped his steps. His sturdy hands clenched tightly. He immediately approached Disa and stood a very close distance to the girl.

Unexpectedly, Kean cupped both sides of Disa's face and pulled her into her field chest. He rubbed the egg fragments on his shirt to the head of Disa who had a height limited to his chest.

“Letach me!! Do you want ngapaaiiinn?!” Disa tried to rebel but Kean's grip was stronger.

“Lo casually throwing eggs at me, now you rasain gag just me who smells fishy.” Said Kean in annoyance.

Disa tried to push Kean's body firmly but it turned out that some of his hair was stuck in Kean's shirt buttons.

“Lepasinn!!! Lo crazy ya!” He is getting hysterical.

Kean stopped his action he could see the face of Disa who was under his face. Perhaps their height difference is about 25 cm from the height of Disa which is 158 cm. He could see that the brown bead was staring at him by barking and getting annoyed. Too bold he thinks. He could also see the chest of Disa moving up and down with hunting breath. Must be very angry.

“Everything is not macem-macem me!” Kean took off his grip and released one by one the strands of Hisa's hair that were stuck. Sometimes Disa seemed to grimace and made Kean feel satisfied to see the expression of the girl.

After removing the strands of Disa's hair, Kean immediately moved away. “Lo see, my car also scratches the same lo bike and I gag will ask for any compensation. So don't demand more!” firmly Kean while pointing at the front bamper.

Disa's attention was shifted to the car paint that was scratched by his bicycle. The car with a shield logo and showing a bull that was grunting in gold made Disa swallow his saliva violently. He could imagine how much it would cost to spend just on the chipped paint.

Looking at Disa who was just fixated, Kean immediately turned around and got into his car. In a few moments he returned to drive his car fast.

From his left rearview he could still see Disa who was glued to her place. It seems he was confused himself to see his stuff scattered not careless. Kean looked at the money scattered in the seat beside him. It seems like Disa did not take a single sheet.

“Serah!” grunts when remembering Disa's rejection.

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