Marry The Heir
Come To Market

A few hours ago when Kean came home from work, he received a call from Marwan many times. He tried to ignore it but the ringing did not seem to know the word surrender. Repeatedly calling until Kean finally gave up and answered him.

“Large master is sick, sir.” That sentence is the core reason Marwan called him.

Moreover, this, Kean grumbled upon hearing the news. He turned off his phone as Marwan continued sulking asking him to come see his father. He was very reluctant to go back into the house that was never his home. For him, this house only reminds of the incident when Sigit forced him to go abroad and forbade him to return home and he was forced to return home when the middle-aged man needed his energy.

Yeah, that's what came to Kean's mind. The new Sigit will ask him to come when he needs something from himself. No, more precisely when he was about to force something on her.

“Young master has arrived, sir.” Marwan's voice rang out clearly from outside Sigit's room door, stopping Kean's thoughts running behind him.

Opening the door slowly without waiting for Sigit's response, as if the man was waiting for him.

When the door opened, Sigit was sitting on his bed with a file he read. Kean squealed, even when sick, this man still makes work as his god. Seems not satisfied enough he works when his body is healthy.

“You've come.” Welcome him while lowering the file he is reading.

Kean entered the room and sat on one of the chairs with a considerable distance from Sigit.

“Papah thought you were coming this afternoon, it turned out to be this late.” Sigit tried to make small talk but really, the pleasantries were not suitable for the two of them especially Sigit.

He has looked lazy even since deciding to come to meet the man who previously threw him away from this house.

“What did papah call me?” Kean immediately asked Sigit's intention. Do not want to spend longer which ends only make him sick.

“Why are you so difficult to contact and ask to come here?” tanyanya stared at Kean who looked at her lazily.

“I'm busy working, as papah ordered.” He answered ketus.he turned his face, holding out so as not to meet with Sigit.

“Oh yes? What progress did you make?” timpal Sigit who still wanted to extend their chat.

Kean let out a long sigh then exhaled violently. “Isn't it certain papah will receive his report from papah confidants?” cynically while glancing at Marwan who is still in this room.

Sigit only smiled faintly, while moving his wrists that felt numb. He must admit, all the movements of his son he knew. Not just a matter of work but rather what Kean does on a daily basis.

“What is the beach beautiful?” ask her with a line of smiles that she points at Kean.

Kean smiled sarcastically, sure enough that even something like that Sigit monitored him.

“How many papah confidants have you given me to love me? Did they tell you how long I usually stay in the toilet? Or do they report what food I like, what do I want and how do I feel when forced to enter this place?” kean's voice started to sound high. It seems like the limit of his patience is starting to thin.

“SHIT!” he grunts as he feels his life is increasingly uncomfortable with everything Sigit did to him.

Staring at Kean for a moment then turned his eyes to a file he had just read. It seemed that he was beginning to realize that it was no good to prolong their debate.

“Papah ailing kean.” That sentence that finally came out without overriding Kean's previous annoyance.

“I'm not a doctor.” Timpal Kean quickly.

“Ya, but you can be a remedy for papah.”

“Medicine for papah but be poison for myself.” Again Kean chimed in cynically.

Sigit nodded slowly. It was so difficult to communicate with his son that he always put him as an enemy. He also realized, Kean's current attitude is the fruit of his actions so far.

“Looking at what you've been showing lately, papah can tell them not to pay attention to you anymore. It's just, papah wants to make sure that you are ready to be the heir of all papah.” businesses

Sigit paused his sentence and asked Marwan to come closer. Quickly the man approached his master. Take one file on the table and give it to Sigit.

“Marcel is always after this. Papah hope you can,” the sentence hangs but it has been read what he wants to say.

Kean sighed harshly when there was definitely a condition that he had to do in order to be free from the people who had been in love with him all this time. Sigit turned his head, it felt like he was beginning to understand his son's annoyance. But what can be said, this must be done.

“Kean, all this for the good of the company. For your good as well.” Firmly open the file and show it to Kean.

“Why don't you settle the dispute with om marcel? I don't want to be a part of the throne drama you're doing."

"I never want to be the heir of all the things you've created. If you feel tired, why not just let go? Don't force me to be a man full of ambition for power like papah.” Kean's voice was clearly heard as a rejection.

“Kean!” Hardik Sige. “Do you want him to bear the consequences of your stubbornness?!” his bluff was heard back as a threat.

Kean smiled again sarcastically. “Yes that's papah. Can only threaten when you can't get what papah wants.” His dreams with anger.

Without waiting for long, Kean immediately walked out of Sigit's room. To him, their conversation was over.

"KEAN!! his yell.

Never mind, he doesn't care.

*****

Something changed this morning. When Disa arrived at Kean's house, the man was already sitting on the sofa and watching his favorite national geography show. I don't know what kind of hunt he's currently on, which he obviously sits leaning on the sofa but his gaze seems empty.

“You've arrived?” he said when he saw Disa approaching him to say hello.

“True sir, good morning.” Sapanya while nodding politely.

“Hem,” so legitimately.

Then he laid his body on the sofa with a fixed gaze fixed on the television screen in front of him.

Disa noticed the lackluster appearance of the man before her. The messy hair, the black circumference of his eyes and his face with a cold expression, it seemed like his thoughts and feelings were not fine.

There were several biscuit shells on the table as well as soft drink bottles that numbered more than 5. Maybe he spent the night accompanied by food and drink.

“Master, do you need anything? May I make breakfast earlier?” the feeling of pity saw Kean curled up on the sofa. He also imagined how uncomfortable Kean's stomach was after finishing a few bottles of soft drinks.

He just nodded without chiming.

Disa retreat. Check the ingredients for a while and then record them on a piece of paper. This is the stuff he needs to buy.

“You're going to market?” the heavy voice was heard again.

“True sir. Is there anything you want to buy?”

Kean doesn't chim. He prefers to take the car keys and open the garage door.

“Come.” He pointed to his car door.

“Hah? No need sir, I can go to the market by bicycle.” said Disa who was quite surprised.

“Can you not argue?” his voice sounded weak, like he was tired of arguing. What happened to his young master this time?

Not wanting to make trouble, Disa finally complies. Pick up his things and immediately approach Kean. Just ignore it if later people look at it because to the market with a luxury sports car in the morning blind. Hah, there's-there's just.

Disa and Kean get in the car. In a few moments they had already left the house and headed for the semi-modern market.

“Master, are you okay?” he asked with attention fixed on the man beside him.

“Hem,.” is just Kean's answer.

He opened the roof of his car, made the morning breeze greet them and give them freshness. Seen Kean sighed deeply, replacing the air in his parrot cavity so that his body got a better oxygen intake.

“In front later turn right sir. The parking lot is a little far away so you better wait in the car.” The Light of Disa gave a hint.

Kean was only silent but he obeyed Disa's instructions to turn. Disa smiled to herself in light of the slightly random behavior of her young master, driving her to the market in a luxury sports car. Very rare, right?

Arriving at the market area, this morning was very crowded. Traders are competing to sell their merchandise combined with prospective buyers who go back and forth looking for their subscription stalls.

Kean's car turned into a parking lot that was quite far and then stopped in front of an empty warehouse where four-wheeled vehicles are usually parked. There was no parking attendant in sight, he still had to arrange his own parking.

Crackling with angkot and freight cars, Kean cars certainly look contrasting. Disa got off the car followed by Kean.

“Master, you can wait in the car. Here very cold and many thugs, fearing they disturb mr.” Whisper with a view around the parking lot.

“I'm not a child anymore.” Limpal Kean indifferently.

He leaned his body on the car while playing his cell phone.

“Go if you want to shop.” Her impression without taking her eyes off the flat object in her hand.

“Good sir. I'll be back in 15 minutes.” Timpal Cannot be validated.

Walk quickly to the vegetable vendor shop subscription then go to the seller of fish and other seasonings. His feeling of not being too calm left his young master alone in the parking lot so he was so hurried.

“Bu, the fish is two kilos. Don't be too big.” The message is that there is a fishmonger.

“Iya neng's. Bentar mama cleanin first her scales.” Take some fish for him to weigh.

“Gag no ma'am, I clean it myself at home.” Follow him quickly. He doesn't want to waste his time any longer.

Realized, the Market was not a place where his young master should be. He was still thinking why his young master would come to the market. After last night decided to go home and not stay overnight, it seemed like all night he was awake. It looked right and her appearance was haggard.

“This is the money bu.” Give some sheets of money with the right amount because he knows so early it will usually be difficult to get change.

“Yes, thanks yes neng.” Sahut the seller who tapped his money into the merchandise while calling “Seller, seller.” Said.

He headed to another stall and bought some ingredients for him to cook. After his shopping bag was full he rushed back to the parking lot. The quiet market atmosphere at an unusual point made Disa goosebumps. In this place there is usually a sea fish seller but it seems that today he does not sell.

His steps stopped for a moment to kiss his own body. He wanted to ascertain whether his body smelled fishy or not.

“Em yes, fish smell.” Her nostrils were snuffed out, as she smelled an unpleasant smell from her clothes. Luckily, he had not worn his uniform so he could change later. But what about as long as he's on his way?

Huft, Disa let out a short sigh. Berdo’a course hopefully his young master does not protest to smell his fishy clothes.

Keep walking towards the parking lot and it looks like Kean is still standing in the same spot, leaning on his car. He bowed seriously looking at the screen of his cellphone that gave a special light on his face.

But suddenly, “BRUG!” a large tall man hit Disa until he fell staggered. At the pull of the Disa tote-bag, making Disa suddenly scream.

“COPEETTT!!!!!”

The big tall man was very surprised, he quickly ran away carrying the tote bag Disa.

“DISA?” exclaiming Kean who rushed to Disa.

“Copet sir!” exclaims Disa pointed at a man who ran away from her.

He got up immediately without caring about the pain in his palms that peeling when he fell.

Without waiting for long, Kean immediately ran after the pickpocket. They were chasing in the dark morning.

Quickly the man ran. Kean took off his sandals and threw them at the pickpocket.

“BUK!” right about the neck of the pickpocket made him stagger to fall.

Kean immediately ran over to the man who was shaking his head because of dizziness hit by thick slippers Kean.

“BUK!” one hit landed on the pickpocket's face after he grabbed the collar of the man's shirt.

Pickpockets do not stay still, he fought each other to smash his head into the face of his rival.

“Tolooonggg, toloooong...” cried Disa for help.

Some people seemed to be running over but did not dare to approach.

The pickpocket who started to panic saw people approaching, reflexively taking something out from under his clothes. A sharp knife that looks shiny at the pointed end.

“Master, beware!!” yell Disa.

One blow from Kean flew back towards the pickpocket's head but the man turned around to attack by finishing his knife,

“SRET!!”

Kean's right back hit the arm and dripped fresh blood.

“TUAANN!!!” Is there getting panicked. Run immediately to Kean.

Looking at his opponent who was bleeding a lot and the growing crowd made the man swing his bogem back at Kean who could still be held back but still made Kean take a few steps back and stagger. Well trained enough to be this pickpocket.

The man quickly ran away from Kean after throwing a knife and tote bag Disa and disappeared behind the dark and empty Warehouse building.

“Jesus sir.” Screech Disa as she looks at Kean's injured right arm up to his back. Enough in the wound that imprints to make the t-shirt used Kean torn and bleed fresh.

Panicked, he looked at the blood on Kean's arm and hand. The man in front of him looked grimacing.

“Come take it to doctor mba!” a man approached them.

They swarm around Kean making the air around Kean feel stuffy. Kean shook his head which felt dizzy. Like being caught between the people who swarmed her and made her claustrophobic, unable to breathe air. His breath was sharp and before long,

“TUAN!!!”

Kean fell unconscious.

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