Marry The Heir
Beach Part 2

“You like your job?” my many.

He looked at me, with a facial expression I could not guess.

He seemed to think and still be silent.

Our steps were very slow, step by step making a clear trail on the white sand. He took off his shoes, and so did I. Our footprints are now left behind and when the tide comes our tracks will be lost swept away by the waves.

“Ya sir. I like my job.” I do it straightforwardly. He should have said it so I wouldn't wonder.

“What makes you like it?” I'm getting curious.

“Em, because this is my choice?”

I slightly turned my head, still not fully understanding the thoughts of the girl beside me. And it seems like he read my face.

“Someone once said to me, ‘do the work you love and love the work you do.’” I don't know where the quote came from he took which he clearly said with a smile.

“When I walked into that mansion, I don't remember exactly how I felt. It's just a matter of choosing the steps I have to take and being responsible for my choices."

"The day changed, I started to like my job. Like there was a new world that I had to face from many opportunities that might not have sided with me. Every day I learn to love my job. Wash the clothes of the master and the great mistress. Attracting. Talk to friends and of course get the attention of bu kinar."

"I also learned to love my job when it came to doing everything at the young master's house. For me who is a waiter, there is no greater achievement than, master feels comfortable and likes what I do.”

“I work as well as I can, must not make mistakes because being where I stand, is my choice. Then I have to be in charge.”

The sentence was quite long, making me start to realize that he could be chatty as well. He likes to smile and his mind is very simple.

“But not everyone has a choice like you here. There are people who are stuck in a state they do not want but still have to be there to continue their lives.” I felt like I was telling my burden, whether she understood it or not.

“In my opinion there is always a choice, sir.” Again, his words made me look.

“There comes a time when a situation is a necessity that God chooses. Which we think is bad without us knowing that it's better for us. The choice remains, we choose to thank him to feel happier, or to condemn him and never feel the calm?”

He looked at me warmly, making me quiet.

A little thought about the sentence. Maybe it is me who is still the pounding of the waves and looking for happiness without knowing when to pull over.

“I'm sorry sir, if any of my sentences are wrong.” Further. It seemed like he was very afraid of offending me for not chiming in his words.

“No problem. It's just, I'm a little surprised because it turns out you can talk a lot.” I sat down with a faint smile.

“Maybe because of this.”

I turned, she was pointing at a mole on the tip of her right lip. What relation?

“People say, if there is a mole here, usually bring it up. Like me.” I then chuckled.

I smiled, either since when our chat was very light but contained. And no matter when, I started sharing moments with a woman, thinking serious things in one light packaging. It is very difficult to find people who can be taken seriously but do not make me feel depressed let alone feel left behind.

We continue our steps, making our trail even longer. He saw a circular watch in his hand, almost half 7 nights.

“Master, I'm going to mushola first. Can you please open the car door? I'll take my stuff.” He said in our steps.

“You know the location of the mushola?”

He nodded confidently.

“It looks like you come here often.” Stiffest.

“Yes sir, I am here often. If there is an event, it usually works here.”

I'm starting to know a lot about this girl. It turns out that he is not a picky person when it comes to work.

“What work are you doing here?”

“Comfort kids.” I'm her.

“I usually wear clown costumes and kids swarming around me. It was fun, because for a while like I entered into their world of fun and cheerful, where the sadness is only limited to not given pocket money.” His lips smiled thinly, with a pushy look like he was remembering the events he told me.

Hearing her story I suddenly remembered something. I also tried to remember the sound that came out of his mouth.

“Walk first.” I said with a slight force pushing his shoulder to walk in front of me.

“Hah?” like a penguin, he was forced to walk but then stopped. “What's the master?” he asked with a confused face.

“Journ first.” I gave the order again.

Then he turned around, followed my orders and occasionally turned his head. Maybe he was confused.

“Open your hair tie.” I raised my voice so he could hear me.

“Hah?” again he turned.

I used a hand gesture to get him to turn around and he complied. Slowly she took off her hairpin, making her braided hair fall perpendicular. He rubbed his hair awkwardly so that the strands of broken hair remained neat.

I'm just smiling. Looks like my guess is right. Same braid, same footsteps and the same voice. Just a different atmosphere.

Again I continued my steps, following him with a longer step. As I passed by, I got a little closer and whispered, “Way Winnie the pooh!” My whisper.

He looked dumbfounded, while I sauntered leisurely ahead of him.

“Waiting sir,“ shouted.

Half-run he chased me. Arrived next to me panting and turned to walk backwards so I could see my face.

“How did you know that I was wearing Winnie the pooh costume?” he asked with a confused face.

I just sniffed my shoulder with a smile. My guess is right, she's the girl Winnie the pooh who's been disrupting my sleep until my head throbbed in pain.

“Master, have we ever met before?” he's getting curious.

“Maybe when we are both not born.” Sahutku.

Wait, he called me old. I looked at him and he immediately stopped his steps. Turn back around so that his steps align with mine.

“Sorry sir, I was just kidding.” His words are ashamed.

I just smiled faintly, extending my steps, making her fatigue line me up.

Haha.. Very funny and amused me enough.

You, this crap.

*****

Disa POV.

What's up with today, why is everything so unexpected to me?

A few hours ago, the young master who was currently sitting beside me had suddenly gone home prematurely. When I came, he was washing apples, his favorite fruit. Suddenly, she forbade me to cook and then suddenly took me away.

Too much of a sudden to be too much of a surprise that I really don't like.

Yes, I hate all things called surprises because to me surprises always end in bitter taste.

This afternoon, after prayer and when we came home from ancol, this man beside me was taking me to eat at a European-style restaurant. Restaurants that serve international food and are served on large plates but very few in number. Enough to give me goosebumps because I know the price must be very expensive. One serving of chicken seasoned mayonnaise may be equivalent to three days of eating rice.

At this restaurant there was already mas Roy who greeted us when we arrived. Turns out we didn't eat together, huft almost thought I didn't.

“Please mr.” Welcome Roy as we walk into a room that looks very exclusive.

There was only one table in this room and it was filled with food with all sorts of menus.

“Hay disa.” Mas Roy nudged me as we sat down.

“Hay!” my whiskey.

I limited myself to not being too familiar with Roy mas because it seemed like the young master didn't like him very much. Maybe my familiarity with Roy's mas made his professional side disturbed. If I notice, Roy's just a friend at work. Nothing to do with the young master's personal affairs at all.

Very different from the big master where all the problems are arranged and known by his confidant, Mr. Marwan.

I was thinking a little, maybe the young master is a little closed to his personal problems. We who meet every day also need months to be able to talk casually. He is not the kind of person who trusts others easily.

Still in the same dining room, Mas Roy pulled out a chair for the young master and took turns for me. The three of us sat in the same spot, circling a large round table filled with food. I don't know what event this is actually a clear face mas Roy look radiant since we first came to this place.

“Thank you for the invitation young master.” Suddenly Roy.

“Hem,” turned out not only to me, Mas Roy also spoke like that.

He put up his meal napkin, can not be denied his style is very classy. And I just found out that this is an invitation.

I nudged Mas Roy's foot under the table, so that his gaze would turn to me.

Mas Roy simply raised both of his eyebrows with a smile that continued to expand.

“You can ask me there, if there is anything you want to ask.” The voice of the young master sounded.

I quickly pulled my foot from Roy's mas, wait is that really Roy's leg that I kicked under the table?

Mas Roy just smiled at my face.

“You want to ask why we ate three here instead?” this time the young master raised his face, looking at me sharply.

Looks like our brain's frequency waves are the same, so he can read my mind.

“I-Yes sir.” My answer that slightly glanced at Mas Roy who looked chuckled. I am so happy that he laughed at me.

There was a sigh from the lips of the young master that made me prepare to listen to his sentence. Hearing her deep breaths was like telling me to be prepared to focus on the words and intent behind them.

He put his spoon and fork back on the left and right sides. Both hands he placed on the table by conical forming a tower and then his fingers gripped each other.

“Before, I'll say this after we have dinner. But it seems like anyone can't wait to hear the reason we had dinner together in this place.” The man before me started his sentence and glimpsed at me with a line of faint smiles.

I just smiled awkwardly, he was all-knowing including the meaning of my gesture.

“You need to know, not without reason we have dinner here.” Split his gaze at me and Mas Roy who looked cheerful while I was still with a confused face and listened.

“Currently the company is doing quite well and I feel this is a windfall for all of us. You are one part of this achievement and thank you for your help during this.” Reveal the young master with great earnestness.

My confused face began to carve a smile even more when the young master reached out his hand to me and to Mas Roy. We shake hands tightly.

I still did not expect that the cold, haughty man I had previously known, had a humanist side that valued the efforts of others. I never knew on what part I had helped her. I just try to work as well as possible and if it turns out he appreciates it, of course I am very grateful.

“Thank you sir. May you always bring your company to be better.” My words that come to feel the happiness felt by the young master.

“Sure. But now, we have dinner first.” His ideal.

I nodded in agreement and started enjoying my first fancy dinner and maybe this will be a memory for a lifetime.

Several times I glanced at the young master, I still did not really understand the man's attitude and thoughts before me which were full of surprises. At the same time he can make me confused, annoyed, awkward but he makes my blood rustle when the opportunity to be myself makes us feel more relaxed.

No pressure and we enjoyed our time.

Thank you young master.

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