Marry The Heir
Jesus Disa!!!

Can tidy up all his messy groceries. All her eggs were broken while her yells were scattered mixed with other groceries. He picked up some of the things he could save. He was very upset with the haughty man who a moment ago left just like that.

“Don't let me meet that jerk again, if not, I'll make his life gag quiet.” Disa raved indistinctly with bulging eyes. Though what can be done both of his small hands that often cupped tears.

The look on his face changed rapidly as he stared at the scattered fragments of the egg. Again ringing in his ear Meri's message that this is his last money he used to buy materials.

His sobbing, he was annoyed at himself who could not even carry out this so easy task. He could not imagine how he would face Meri later.

“Why are you so stupid? What do you want to say about aunt meri?” Cana asked herself.

The wheat flour he picked up and he put it in plastic, it seemed like it could no longer be used. Everything looks disgusting and sad. This time it mixed with her tears. Some of the powder stuck to his face that was wet from tears.

Never mind, Disa doesn't care. He can't do anything anymore.

The rest of the stuff he could take, he put it back in his shopping bag and immediately he fit it on top of his bicycle basket. It seemed, not only his groceries were destroyed but also his bike that he could not ride because of the wheel tires that seemed almost detached from its axis.

“Aarrrgghhh!!” furious with Disa when he saw her endless misfortune befall him.

For a moment he cried out in annoyance, venting all his anger. He did not care for the street user who looked at him crying on the side of the road.

“Laughter if you want!” grunt in the heart.

His bicycle wheels turned back as he walked down the road. The scorching sun seemed to be a complement to the suffering of Disa this afternoon. His messy appearance increasingly looks alarming when mixed with sweat that soaks the back and becomes points on the forehead and drains his neck.

“Can, why?” eko asked when he saw Disa passing in front of his workshop.

Disa just shook her head without stopping her steps. He just wants to get there and not look like a fool in front of the people who see him.

Arriving in front of his house, Disa standardized his bicycle and leaned slightly on the trunk of a mango tree. He brought his shopping bag into the house with a feeling of uncertainty. He was prepared if Meri might get very angry and nag her.

“Jesus!!! How did you end up doing?!” yells out in excitement as she looks at Disa's messy appearance.

Don't you? His ears were ready to hear the next move.

Disa put her groceries on the kitchen table with lips that quiver with the cry.

“Can fall tan...” oozing. He could only bow while twisting his finger wrapped in wheat flour.

Meri immediately checked the groceries brought by Disa and seemed incomplete.

“Where are the eggs? Why is it only 2 kilos?” The barking gaze returned Acceptable.

“Sorry tan, the eggs broke all. And his one plastic cry broke.” Sahut Disa as she sobbed. He did not even dare to raise his face.

“God... Jeez Disa!!!!.” Meri who suddenly felt her head was very dizzy. He held onto his dining chair and dropped his body there.

Disa immediately approached Meri who was holding her head. He was sure the aunt was very angry.

“Go you, goiiii!!!!!” shouted Meri while pointing at Disa. He was very reluctant to touch her.

“Sorry in tan,.”

The guni did not budge in the slightest. He was still massaging his dizzy temples. For him, Disa has always been one of the tests and the source of his problems.

Disa did not dare to fight, she could only sob as she passed towards her room.

*****

“Bro, where are you from?” eko asked when he saw the new Damar coming.

“From the post office. What the hell is it?” Damar asked back to see the face of his best friend who looked panicked.

“Noh si disa, like jatoh deh. The bike is on the lead, it keeps falling apart.” Bright Eko with detail.

Without waiting for long, Damar immediately ran back to his house. He no longer cared about Eko's next speech.

“Dih nih children, habits of disturbing adeknya, fight mulu, turn in love or adenya jatoh aja instantly mabur!” gerutu Eko looked at Damar's shoulder which was getting away.

Arriving in front of the house, Damar found Disa's dirty bike and fishy smell. He also saw the pedal of his broken bike and the bent wheel.

“Jeez, lo why else sa?” muttered Damar who immediately entered the house.

Inside the house Damar found Meri who was reassembling koyo in the left and right temples. His eyes were still wet with his face bent in annoyance.

“Mother why?” Damar approached the woman who looked lethargic.

“Tuh the behavior of your half-sister! Shop by gag becus.” Seri yelled, still looking annoyed.

“Why is it?” Damar also noticed the groceries that were still a mess just removed from his shopping bag.

“Mom told me to shop, it's a child instead of jatoh. Her eggs broke all and she even took a shower. Now I have to make an order bu retno, while mom already gag has money again.” Reveal Meri with sadness. For him it is very difficult to get orders in large quantities in his neighborhood. And once there was a chance, everything just crumbled. It's not just about the profits he gets but about the trust of the people who gave him the job.

He again massaged his temple that pulsated dizzy then sat in a chair while looking at his remaining groceries.

“Emang shopping runs out how many bu?” Damar massaged Meri's tense-looking shoulders. He thought maybe his mother had cursed his niece.

“Mother give him money 370,000 but there are still many materials that gag there.” Meri's sigh that looked at the nano of goods in front of her.

“No, use your money again. Try that there if the real work is kayak you, do gag to make the mother angry, make the mother sprain. He forgot if we had given him a ride even though he is now no one!” ceri's still upset.

Behind the door of her room, Disa could hear all the words of Damar and Meri. Brightly, their house is not too broad to just talk without being heard. Disa could only sob, she hit her own head which felt so stupid. Why misfortune is like life's most solid companion for Disa.

On the edge of his bed was sat. The window of the room opened, leading him to see the high walls of his wealthy neighbor's house. If he were behind the walls of the mansion, would he have the happiness they felt?

Often times Disa heard the sound of a crisp laugh from behind the walls of the luxury house. Can only guess and imagine, how fun it is to live in a big house, established economic conditions and a family that cares for each other. Maybe they will not find the difficulties that are often faced.

"Gosh, what am I thinking? I'm really thankful?" Shaking his head, trying to get rid of the dirty thoughts in his head. "Remember there, don't like to compare your life with the lives of others" he murmured again. Whether it was the sound of his heart or the whisper of an angel who resuscitated Disa from his wandering mind.

Instead of continuing her thoughts, Disa opened her bedside drawer. He took the wound medicine and alcohol and cotton. He sighed deeply as he looked at the reflection of his face in the mirror.

Sticky white hair mixed with wheat and eggs, white face wrapped in flour and of course the fishy smell of his body that sometimes makes him want to vomit.

"You're pathetic but you're strong." Encouraging himself with a faint smile. He took a piece of cotton and put alcohol to clean his wound. Blow it slowly as the pain was so piercing to his bones. His blood was a little but his skin layer was peeling and very sore. There was white blood that did not stop seeping.

Several times Disa took a breath while biting her lips when the pain was enough to make her eyes teary. The longer it went, it started to sob. There was more pain than the pain in his elbows, knees and heels. There was a sense of tightness as he realized he had to face his pain alone.

"If you have, maybe you will treat there. And if mother exists, perhaps mother will comfort in her." she murmured with a soft cry.

In fact, what he needed right now was not only medicines that could heal his wounds. He needs someone who cares and wants to be with him. Unfortunately, he was alone, without friends and comrades. Only his heart and mind made him a friend.

Putting drugs in the wound was quite time-consuming if done with melow. It was able to close his wounds and some left open to dry quickly. Everything was done and he looked back at the reflection of his face in the mirror.

"The spirit is there, it's a small wound." comfort him as he clenched his hands to encourage himself. It was enough that he melow yelow that made his day grim. He should continue his life better and more vigorously.

Moving out of his bed, he picked up a box that was stored in his wardrobe drawer.

“What this time do I have to sell it?” asked Disa while looking at her father's necklace.

Disa was very worried, all this time in the most difficult conditions, she had never thought of selling this necklace. But looking at today's events, maybe he should let go of the only relic from both parents.

“Bapak, mom.. Sorry disa... Maybe we should sell this necklace.” She sighed with tears that began to pool in her eyes. Disa clasped the necklace tightly in her hand. Although it is hard, he has to make a decision.

****

Out of her room, Disa saw Meri lying on the sofa with both eyes closed. Looking at Meri's face, there was always regret that rose at the base of her feelings.

“Tante, sorry Disa... Disa realized, Disa was no one else but aunty still wanted to take care of Disa. And until now Disa has not been able to give anything to the aunt, but instead nusahin.” Inner with bated cries. He felt so guilty about everything that happened today. Behind Meri's insidious attitude he knew that his aunt never really had the heart to treat him like that.

Satisfied looking at Meri who did not even move, Disa immediately came out of the house. He found his bike back to normal. Maybe it was his step-cousin who fixed it.

Can remember Lita's message when she met at the intersection of red lights. He soon heads to Lita's house in the hope that there is work he can do.

“Eko bang, lady there?” asked Disa upon arrival in front of the workshop.

“There are in dalem, enter aja sa..”

Disa nodded in response. He immediately went in to see his hostess.

“Ya already if you already gag can, want to stop yes whatever.” Lita's voice heard from inside her room. It looks like he's on the phone. “Yes, you come home first. Later start working from here aja.” Tukas Lita later.

Before long, Lita's room door handle seemed to spin and Lita came out of her room. He smiled at Disa and immediately ended his call.

“Mommy asked me to come here, what happened?”

“Eh... Yes, I want to ask for help.” Lita immediately approached Disa who was waiting for her on the living room sofa. “This, rani wants to come home here, but mom hasn't finished her room yet. The curtains are also dirty. Can you help wash it? Coincidentally mother's hand again hurt because of rheumatism.” Continue Lita who showed her swollen hands.

“Oh can be ma'am. Can work now.” He was so enthusiastic that he finally got a job.

“Yes, come with mom to the back.” Take Lita who walks in front of Disa.

Arriving in the laundry room Lita, there are several buckets of laundry that must be washed Disa. Disa starts her work while Lita watches from her seat.

“Sister rani previously worked where bu?” Can try to melt the atmosphere so as not to be lonely and feel there are friends.

“Oh, rani work at the house of the rich. But she said her hostess wants a lot. Plus the young lady is fussy. So he's a strong gag. Hence to stop.” Terang Lita while enjoying a bowl of peanut porridge in front of her.

Disa understood. “Kalo Can try to work in the former place kak rani, can gag ya bu?” suddenly the thought crossed his head.

“You sure you want to work there?” Lita stared in disbelief.

“Can now already gag lecture ma'am. So there also want to run a job.” Light with his own face.

“Ya already, I'll try asking rani. Coincidentally his workplace did ask rani to find a replacement.”

“Iya bu, thank you.” Sahut Disa with pleasure.

Finally he had a new hope. It felt like being a servant was not a difficult thing for Disa. He was used to getting scolding and yelling from Meri and maybe the hostess where he worked later was not all that.

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