Marry The Heir
Our destination is the same

“Dady, can I come in?” a voice rang out behind Sigit's workroom door.

Shafira's face is seen between the slightly open door.

“Sign in fir.” said Sigit who got out of his chair and moved to the sofa.

Shafira opened the door of the study room wider. In his hand he carried a tray of drinking water and some snacks.

“I heard dady is sick, is it better?” Approach Sigit and put a tray on the table.

Sigit smiled faintly, it turns out that the princess who he was very often angry with still has a sense of care about his health condition.

“You know, dady is no longer young. Dady's body is not as strong as when he was a teenager with a burning spirit.” I Sigit while leaning his body on the sofa.

“No. Dady is never old. Age is just a matter of numbers isn't it?”

Sigit smiled again at his daughter's words. “Come here,.” he said asking Shafira to come closer.

Shafira brought herself closer to Sigit. “Dady want to scold me again? I haven't made a mistake in a long time,.. Dady should have given me a gift.” opened his palm in front of Sigit.

There was a ruckus from Sigit's mouth looking at the behavior of his youngest daughter.

“Then, what gift did you ask for?”

“Em,,” Shafira with her style of thinking. “That's it, dady's already given me too many things that I really don't need. Unfortunately, there are two things that dady never gives.” Shafira looked at Sigit who was looking at her with a smile.

“Oh yes, what is it? Maybe dady can give it.”

“No, it seems very difficult." Shafira nodded sure.

“Say, dady listen.”

Shafira grabbed Sigit's hand and clasped it tightly. For a long time they were not close together like this until he almost forgot the feeling of holding the hand of the father.

“Two things that I really need but dady never gave it is, time and opportunity.” with confidence Shafira said that. He looked into my unwell eyes.

Slowly the look on Sigit's face changed, from full of smiles to sad.

“Em okay, for dady time admitted that dady does not give dady time for you because, you know, dady work makes most of the time dady poured to finish the job. And that too the result for our family.”

“Then about chance, what chance do you mean?” Sigit scrunched his forehead, he had yet to understand the thought of the dozen-year-old girl before him.

“Chance,” Shafira let out a long sigh that began to weigh and then tried to smile. “The opportunity I asked for is, the opportunity to recognize the people in this house. Dady, mamih, myself and of course brother.” he said in a heavy voice.

“Very long time passed, stay here, occasionally chat with the filler of this house but I do not know the people in this house. I barely even had a chance to know and get to know an older brother that I thought was just a picture. And again, I never got a chance to hear your explanation.”

“Who are we really? Why do I feel alien in a place where I should feel warm? Are we really family? Am I really a dady and mamih kid? And why am I so much easier to recognize the servants on your appeal that it should make me feel like you're both my parents and my home?”

“I’m tired dady.” Shafira's face turned soft, her round eyes looked glazed with lips that vibrated slowly.

“I'm tired of trying to guess everything that's going on in this house. Dady who has his own world with a myriad of jobs. Mamih who cools with her friends without ever taking care of me or dady. And brother, why does he hate me so much? Why would he never talk to me? And why are you, dady and brother like strangers? Give me a chance dady, give me a chance to get an explanation from you guys.”

Shafira's voice sounded raucous and seductive. He looked down with fingers twisting each other. Slowly her tears trickled down, one after another drenching the back of her hands.

“Give me a chance to get an explanation, so that I understand why I never had a chance to understand and love you guys?” he then looked at Sigit Nanar.

Sigit was only fixated, staring at Shafira's sad face with tears on both cheeks. Repeatedly the girl wiped her tears but still the clear liquid dripped from the corner of her eyes.

In the next second, there was no conversation between them. Shafira who is still drowning in confusion and sadness while Sigit who is still trying to parse out how to explain well so that Shafira understands.

But it all ended in silence. Only the sound of Shafira's sobbing and her breath was between her cries.

Sigit was still looking at his daughter. He still has not found the right way to explain everything. Maybe this girl is right. There is never a chance for them to get to know each other until the way they talk and explore their feelings becomes the most difficult part of the family.

And if Shafira hadn't heard the words of Disa a few hours ago, she probably wouldn't have been here.

“Nona, big sir seems to be sick. Maybe miss can stop by her room for a minute to ask her news and bring this snack.”

The tray above the table that was thrust at him a moment ago. With regret Shafira entered this room. It's so hard to make an opportunity to just ask each other the news that each other doesn't seem to care about each other.

Is this really a family?

Shafira smiled faintly, if she remembered the fact that she herself did not make the opportunity to get close if no one reminded her. What kind of family does he live in now? Why so foreign?

*****

In the afternoon, Disa returned to Kean's house to continue her work. Arriving in front of the fence, Mr. Grace who greeted him and opened the gate. His steps seemed to rush towards Disa who had just come down from her bicycle.

“Uh thank goodness mba was already dateng.” Swiping his chest slowly as he stood in front of Disa.

“Iya sir, mumpung is still afternoon, all you want to clean up first.” timpal Disa casually.

“Not it.” He shook his head quickly while crossing both hands.

“Why why?” Disa slightly leaned her body to the side of Grace who half whispered.

“That's it, young master has come. Nanyain mba disa.” His voice was made slowly, with an anxious and tense face.

“Hah, have you come? What's the matter young master my nyari?” checking his phone was worried Kean was calling and missed. But not a single call or message came into his phone.

Shrugging his shoulders, he opened the gate wider. “Do not know, just enter. Later even in angratin again.” Grace helps Disa push her bike into the yard.

“Iya sir, thanks.”

Disa accelerated her footsteps towards where she used to put her bicycle. Take the tote bag out of the basket and take off his shoes. Before opening the door, he took a deep breath and exhaled. Not forgetting to smile, and

“Kriet,” door open.

“You new dateng.” A voice had already startled Disa. Whether it's a floating statement or question.

As he peeked, he opened the back door wider and looked like Kean was standing in front of the sink washing fuji apples in his hands. He still wore his work shirt and rolled his arm up to the middle of his hand. While the suit, I don't know where it is.

“Good afternoon young master.” It opens the door wider so that it can pass.

“Wash your hands, peel the apples.” Put an apple on a plate, complete with a fruit knife that seems to have been washed.

After that he passed to the sofa where he used to play PS or watch National Geographic.

“Good sir.” Immediately put the tote bag in the usual place and wash his hands thoroughly.

The task of peeling apples and cutting and arranging them on a plate was started, while Kean chose to turn on the television and look for channels that he liked.

“Do you want tea or coffee sir?” dissa's voice is made louder to make it sound clearer than the rumbling sound on television.

“No.” Legally. Apparently he had taken his own drinking water, a glass of water.

“Please mr.” He said when the plate had moved to the table.

Leisurely Kean took out a single piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth while his eyes remained focused staring at the television screen expressionlessly. Disa nodded respectfully for a moment before she left to start her routine work.

“You don't need to cook this afternoon.” The deep voice was again heard making Disa stop her steps and turn her head.

“Iya?” slightly frowned, confused.

Kean got out of his seat and took the car keys off the table.

“Bring your stuff, we're out for a minute.” Passed indifferently without caring about the confusion of Disa. It was just the television that he turned off.

“Iya?” Disa shrubbery frowned and continued to look at Kean's shoulder that was moving away towards the garage.

“You didn't hear my command?” Kean turned around and looked at Disa who was even pecking at his place.

“I-Yes, good sir. I change clothes first.”

“Who do you think you want to meet until you change clothes?” yelled Kean who had not yet moved from his place.

“Hah?” his face looks pretty. “I think later the uniform,.”

“Quick!” Kean prefers to go, get in his car. He was upset that it was so hard to get this woman out of the house.

“Good sir!” exclamation Disa.

He immediately ran to where he had put the *tote bag-*nya\, then took the shoes he had stored outside. I don't know where his young master would take him away\, which he obviously had to hurry.

Run to the garage, then put on his shoes without a rope. Luckily, he wore these shoes because he did not have to bother putting his shoes on.

In front of the metallic blue sports car he stood. He looks confused how to open the door of a luxury car that even he can reflect from the reflection of a shiny body paint.

Not long before the car door opened towards the top.Risa quickly retreated and her eyes were rounded with the sound of her voice dimming.

“Waaaawwww..” murmured with admiration. His eyes did not even blink until the car door was upright floating in the air like the wings of a bird ready to fly.

Kean smiled faintly looking at Disa's expression. For a while he let Disa with his expression because for him it was quite comforting.

“You till when to stand there?” kean's voice came back as he felt quite satisfied looking at that innocent facial expression.

“Oh, sorry sir.” Sahut Disa who soon realized.

He immediately got into the car, sat carefully and his eyes again looked at the car door which was then closed until it was tight. His body was completely stiff, worried about nudging the object that made the sensors in this car turn on and put him in trouble.

“Aready?” asked Kean who had gripped the steering wheel in front of him.

“Ya sir!” Disa nodded with spirit. He couldn't even hide the look on his cheerful face while in the car.

Kean smiled faintly, it felt like he wanted to laugh at Disa's expression.

“Install his belt seat.” A little closer to Disa, then pulling the seat belt around Disa's body made their distance very close. “Do not until you are thrown from this car.” His impact made his eyes widen. Not because of Kean's words but because their distance was so close that he could feel the breath of Kean that hit his face.

For a while he held his breath while waiting for the sudden fast heart rhythm to change normally due to Kean's sudden attitude.

“Fiuh..” A sigh of relief could be heard from between Disa's lips when Kean had returned to his position, sitting upright behind the wheel. He did not even dare to look at Kean who glanced at him.

“Tiiittt...” garage door opens automatically, when Kean presses one of the buttons on the wall.

Slowly the car started moving backwards, out of the garage. Can try to sit relaxed, not too upright, although very difficult.

“Retreat slightly.” Tell Kean to look at his left spy.

“Oh, sorry sir.” Slightly rewinded his body until his back felt touched the back of the chair. He smiled with relief, as he could lean back leisurely.

Arriving in the yard, the car did not turn much, more often back and forth and shifted until it managed to get out of the gate.

Grace again closed the gate and the longer the shadow looked the farther away. Disa still turned her left rearview and saw Rahmat was still staring at the edge of the road.

“Why, would you take her?” Kean asked back.

“Em not sir.” Disa quickly straightened her body and looked at the street in front of her.

Slightly glanced at the speedometer, seen the speediness of the car at this time is 80 km/h. It turned out pretty fast too Kean drove his car. It was like being inside a bullet capsule that was darting without any shocks.

A longer journey begins. After exiting the town house gate, the car starts to blend in with the other vehicles. Although the road is quite crowded, Kean is always able to precede the vehicle in front of him with agile because he thinks blocking the road.

Entering one toll gate and exiting another toll gate feels like a few minutes even though time is not as fast as it passes. Kean and Disa's gaze were both perpendicular to the front, watching the street in front of them without any sound being heard.

Exiting the third toll gate, Kean began to choose a more lengthened road. Only this time he chose the left column after previously always aggressive in the right lane. In front of them, a red light flashed and Kean was forced to stop the speed of his vehicle waiting for the light to turn green.

The change in the color of the lights was even longer compared to when Kean drove his car away from home.

“Master, can I ask?” dissa's voice began to sound as he began not to recognize the path Kean took.

“None disallow.” Already indifferent.

Disa smiled faintly, her young master's voice sounded more relaxed even though the selection of his words still sounded cynical.

“Where are we going, sir?” ask him carefully.

“Which obviously I won't kidnap you.” His heart slightly glanced at Disa. I can't believe this woman thinks.

“Hehee.. That's not what I mean mr.” Disa sighed and ventured to look at Kean. “Only, the sky is getting darker. While I don't cook. I'm afraid the young master is hungry tonight.”

“Indeed I can't ask to make dinner tonight?” now Kean who turned his head, even if only for a few moments because he had to focus on driving, still made Disa clumsy.

“But I am in the main house,..” The sound of Disa sounds weak.

“Our destination is the same.” Timpal Kean firmly.

Disa nodded in understanding with round lips without a sound. How could different paths end up in the same place?

Still think because this is not the path to the main house.

“Good sir.” he tried to believe in the man beside him.

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