Marry The Heir
Our ideals

“DISA!!”

“YA ME!!”

Back those two voices were earthy to each other this morning. It was definitely Kean's umpteenth call for Disa to come see him soon.

It was only a few minutes ago that Kean called him to pair the tie and this time he again called out somehow for the order let alone.

Can run small to the 2nd floor, it feels like he does not need to exercise up to the gym like his young master did. Simply running around to and fro between one room with another room in this house was enough to drain his energy and make his body weight is constant, not down let alone up.

“There can I help sir?” Disa's breath was still heard gasping as she appeared at Kean's bedroom door.

Kean turned to miniature toys of robots and planes that were scattered on the floor while he was still sitting on a bed with a laptop that lit up on his lap.

“They fell when I took the laptop from above.” Pointing with the sharp corners of his eyes. He began to explain what he meant. Not only just “Ham hem” is unclear.

“Good sir, I will trim.” Disa immediately approached the special wardrobe of toys belonging to her young master. Crouch down and pick up one by one.

“Make sure nothing is missing.” he added without taking his eyes off his laptop.

“Good sir.” sahut Disa again. Working at Kean's main house makes him have to always be vigilant and must not make any mistakes. And in this house he did the same thing. Always make sure that everything is in accordance with the wishes and orders of the employer.

Take a miniature model of the kit that is scattered and arrange it back in the closet. The majority consists of various forms of aircraft although there are some action figures that must be fantastic. Curiosity arises in the heart of Disa, will the hobby of the young master who collects this small but expensive object.

“Master, can I ask?” his voice was clearly heard in Kean's ears focusing on his laptop.

“Hem.” that answer is starting to sound again.

“Do you aspire to be a pilot?” the question is random while holding a miniature aircraft that is the largest among other miniatures.

Kean paused his activity for a moment and turned to Disa who seemed to be waiting for his answer.

“Am I not fit to aspire to be a pilot?” Kean asked back.

Quickly he stood up. “Not like that sir. It's just, the number of miniature aircraft here, as if showing the desire of the owner to work in the world of aviation.” Fearfully Disa explained her point.

“Oh yes?” Kean just closed his laptop. Put it on the bed, then he approached Disa who almost finished her work. “Then, what was your ambition first?”

He leaned his body against the wall next to the closet with his hands crossed in front of his chest.

“My ideals?” Disa pointed at herself.

“Hem.”

For a moment Disa fell silent, thinking about what his ideals in the past. What was his dream and what was his wish. Or at least he tried to remember what ideals he wrote when his SD teacher first asked.

“No sir.” He shook. Nil, nothing he remembers.

“Are you sure?” Kean straightened his body with one hand he put in his pants pocket. Their conversation started to sound relaxed.

Disa nodded for sure. “The ideals and expectations are not for a person like me sir. I just need to follow what God has destined and the rest surrender.” said Disa which sounds more like a despair.

“What kind of person do you mean?” ask her with her eyebrows linked. He wanted to hear more clearly the thoughts of the young girl before him.

Disa was seen sighing deeply, she tried to smile as her two eyes met Kean.

“I, people who do not like to hope let alone determine ideals. Because when I have hope, circumstances will first force me to have no hope for anything. I was too afraid to hope because maybe, I will only get disappointment.” the look on Disa's face turned sad even though she tried to smile to look okay.

Kean paused for a moment, trying to digest Disa's intent. “Then do you think I deserve to have ideals?”

“Ya!” answer Disa quickly. The look on his face quickly became more optimistic. “Because in your hands, many things can be controlled.” he added with confidence.

“What is it because you think I have a lot of money?”

“One of them.”

Kean chuckled at Disa's reply. He took his coat which he had put on the bed. He thrust it at Disa and spread his arms waiting for Disa to put on her coat.

With a swift Desa put on Kean's suit, although his forehead was still wrinkled with unfinished thoughts. When Disa put on Kean's suit, Kean came a little closer and whispered,

“God does not like his creatures who just surrender without trying. And again, everyone has their own conditions that make him able to realize his goals or not. But that doesn't mean there are people who can't have dreams. Including you.”

Disa was silent in place, like she had been bewitched by Kean's heavy and deep voice. His breath was like new air that made Disa again sigh.

Until he finished dressing his young master's suit, Disa was still standing in place with both hands hanging in the air.

“Down, I'll have breakfast.” added Kean who resuscitated Disa's daydream.

“Ba-good sir.”

Pretty quickly Disa realized. He walked ahead of Kean who was still fixated in front of the mirror while looking at the direction of the motion of Disa which was getting farther away. His lips gave a faint smile recalling the expression of Disa a moment ago.

“Tumben she flaccid?” muttered.

*****

A warm welcome was given by the management when Kean announced the success of his company in attracting many new investors and buyers. They clapped proudly with a fluffy smile on a face full of optimism.

“Happy master, finally our company can rise again to continue the ideals that have been built.” said one of the company's board of directors.

Kean nodded slowly. He still remembered when a few months ago these people before him looked at him with a look of disdain for his ability to lead the company. Even among them there are those who blatantly drop it in front of the leadership of other subsidiaries.

It turns out that revenge is best when making the eyes of those who demean us turn to see our success. Hopefully, the starting point this time can make the father recognize his ability.

“Basically the success of this company is not only ours, the management ranks. There are people below us who may be working harder to resurrect this company. No matter how small their role, they have a share for our success.” stressed Kean fulfilled his short speech.

They nod, asserting Kean's speech.

Kean paused for a moment, recalling his last sentence. Then his lips smiled considering the role of the people around him. His memory spins until he does not realize that Roy has closed the management meeting this time and people approach him to shake hands congratulating him.

Exactly at 12 noon, Disa was already in her study. Waiting for him on the sofa with a box of lunch he had prepared for Kean.

“Siang.” say with a line of smiles.

Disa was quite surprised to see the water of her young master turning soft. He even smiled making his eyes reluctant to blink. What a rare sight he could see.

“You brought lunch?” tanyanya glanced at the dining box that was on the table.

“Oh, correct sir.” Is soon awakened. “You're going to lunch now?”

“Ya!” sit on the couch without waiting long. “Roy,”

“Ya sir.” Nodding aloud.

“Sit down, we eat together.” he said.

He looked at Roy and the two looked at him, no matter what code they meant.

“Thank you sir.” Roy said with passion.

Disa immediately served her lunch while waiting for Kean and Roy to wash their hands. Various dishes he served on the table. Arrange plates, spoons and forks as well as drinking glasses. Lucky he brought more cutlery, so it is not hard to find cutlery for Roy.

The mood of his young master seemed to be very good, to the point of looking so cheerful and feisty. May this situation last for a long time.

Elsewhere, someone put on a grim face when he got a report from a confidant. It was Marcel, who was playing a tennis ball in his hand while listening to the unpleasant news brought by his subordinates.

“So they succeeded?” he asked without turning back from the large glass before him.

“Yes sir, their profit makes up for 150%.” said the teary-eyed man with a file in his hand which he put on Marcel's table.

“Then how does our company profit?”

“Only reached 74% sir.” again he put one other file on top of the previous file.

Marcel grinned at the circus, then he squeezed the tennis ball in annoyance. He turned to look at his assistant.

“STUPID!” he throws the tennis ball at his assistant. “You think I need that useless report HUH?!” he continued with a face turned furious.

His hands clenched then with an increasingly sharp gaze fixed on the tall man who looked tense.

“I am in vain paying you with many guarantees from a company that even you do not care what this company looks like in the future.”

Walking over to a man named Farid who is now beginning to bow in fear. Pulling his suit and grasping it was very strong. “You remember farid, when I lifted you off the street and fed you rice with a nice side dish, he said, until now you can stand here with full confidence behind this million precious suit?”

"Yes sir."

"Then what would happen if this all ended?"

He took off his hand and tidied Farid's suit and rubbed his chest. Farid let out a long sigh and gathered the courage to look at Marcel who was still staring at him.

“What would happen if I let you die of hunger, your mother died of pain and your frustrated father completely committed suicide?” his voice was slow and half whispered but very emphasis made farid goosebumps.

“Isn't that reason enough for you to think of a way that we can be on top of the other subsidiaries?” he continued with intimidation.

Marcel straightened his body, walking slowly backwards away from Farid who was still pecking with a tense face. His hands seemed clenched.

He smiled faintly, as Farid's nanar gaze met with his sharp gaze.

“Or maybe, I should take it all back?” he added, which made Farid's eyes bark quickly.

“No sir. Please don't do that..” Farid immediately approached Marcel with terrified eyes.

“Then, what? Is your smart brain starting to think of ideas to make us win from our competitors?” pointed at Farid's head several times.

“Ya sir! I've thought about it." she replied quickly. He ventured to still face Marcel who was singling a sarcasm grin at him. "But maybe this will also make you quite uncomfortable.”

“Oh yes? Say..” draws his head closer to Farid, he prepares to listen to the idea of his confidant who is often brilliant.

Farid breathed in. Maybe he should try to suggest this idea to his young master even though it sounds a little short-sighted.

Leaning his body at Marcel, speaking right in Marcel's ear. Only the movement of his lips was seen issuing many sentences with various expressions that he showed.

Marcel who listened, seemed to develop a wide smile. It seemed that he did not mind the slightest idea Farid had given him.

Finished listening to Farid's idea, the two pulled each other's bodies away. Marcel tapped Farid on the shoulder and patted him hard.

“Not in vain what I did for you and your family.” he said once then pat Farid on the shoulder with great pride.

“You don't mind sir?” Farid asked again.

Marcel walked towards his chair with a smile that never disappeared from his lip line. He slowly wiped his desk and sat up straight. He also took a drink from his desk. Turning it slowly made the ice cubes and the brownish-colored drink increasingly blend.

“It sometimes takes a little pain to make the horse run faster. It's just, those who will feel the pain and I who will be fast running.” he said with a smirk full of confidence.

He looked back at Farid, “Start your work immediately, I can't wait too long.”

“Good sir.” nod Farid obediently.

He left Marcel's room and left the leader alone in his room.

In this spacious room Marcel again seemed to think. He looked around the room and occasionally sipped his drink slowly, enjoying the sensation of alcoholic beverages that left a bit of bitter but delicious taste in his throat.

Sometimes he smiled as he imagined his plan but not infrequently, his forehead seemed wrinkled at the thought of something else, one of which was the defeat he felt at this time.

Maybe he should start moving out of his place. Make more careful planning so that you no longer make mistakes. One more gulp left Marcel convinced to do what he described in his mind.

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