Marry The Heir
Take care of and care of the young master

“Please mr.” Said Disa when she arrived at Kean's room carrying a fried rice breakfast menu.

Kean was already sitting on his bedroom sofa, facing the side window of his beloved toy closet. He brought the plate closer and took the spoon with his left hand because his right hand was still very stiff and attached a bandage.

One mouthful is very difficult when using the left hand. Disa ventured closer and sat down in front of Kean.

“You want me to help you?” bargained for.

Kean put his spoon back in annoyance. Pushed a little of his plate on Disa and it seemed like he did not mind being fed.

“Sit on top.” He glanced at the place beside him.

“Good sir.” Moved to the side of Kean with a very close distance.

He took the plate with his spoon. Collect one mouthful and direct it to Kean's mouth.

“Aaa,..” he said who opened his mouth.

Kean opened his mouth and chewed on the fried rice that he had not enjoyed for a long time. Lately he is more often breakfast with sandwich but because the time of Disa is not much, finally the breakfast menu this morning is fried rice.

On the way home, Kean was offered to buy porridge but he said, “You think I have typhus?!”

Hah, indeed yes, not all diseases should be given soft and soft foods.

One mouthful after another went into Kean's mouth and he seemed to be enjoying it. Sometimes they sat face to face and Kean saw the face of Disa which was still a little swollen. Disa more often turned her face when they looked at her, such as dodging when looking at Kean's dense netra.

“You still feel scared?” tanya Kean broke the silence between them.

“Ti-no sir.” Sahut Disa quickly but still did not dare to look at Kean.

“In your mind I look very weak isn't it, that's why you're disappointed?” Kean held onto the hand of Disa who pointed the spoon to her mouth.

He looked at his hand that Kean was holding. It was like there was a gentle sigh slowly heading towards the center of his heart.

“No sir, I don't feel that way.” Disa tried to remove Kean's hand from his wrist.

“Then you hate me because I always trouble you?” kean's grip is getting stronger.

“Ti-no sir.” Can be bowed listlessly. He tried to hide his two eyes that began to glaze over.

I don't know why since the incident this morning he was so scared and sensitive. Guilt is what fills his feelings. If Kean hadn't gone to the market and if Kean hadn't tried to help him, maybe none of this would have happened.

“Then why do you always turn your face away from me?” asked with a slight whisper but sounded full of emphasis.

It feels like the fur of Disa bristles without being asked. Kean let go of his grasp, it seemed like he was making Disa scared.

“Because,” raised his face and looked at Kean with already wet eyes. Mengulum his lips with a bated cry.

“Why?” kean asked again.

“Because, I feel guilty.” Lirih Disa who then bowed.

He rubbed his slowly dripping tears, violently. His fingers twisted his apron lace until it rolled.

Kean smiled faintly, it turned out that the woman before him was worried about him.

“Should not have followed.” Again he spoke with the raucous. He raised his wet face with tears. For some reason it was so funny to see the woman before him trying to hold back the tears but her tears kept dripping.

“If something bad happens, I do not know what to say to bu kinar, big master and big mistress.” Disa fulfilled her sentence.

Kean's face changed quickly after hearing Disa's sentence in its entirety.

His shoulders sagged, it turned out that what he had in mind was unlike what Disa had thought.

“So you're just scared of the anger bu Kinar and my parents?” Kean tried to clarify the sentence Disa.

Disa nodded confidently. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

There was a rough sigh blowing from Kean's mouth. It's like there's a disappointment instead of it's a relief. Yes, he was disappointed because the one worried about Disa was not him.

“Go, I'm done eating.” Later decrees.

He got up from his seat and Disa was still glued to her place with a confused face.

Kean was about to take off his shirt but it seemed very difficult, until he finally pulled it violently to tear.

“Master, what do you do?” Disa immediately approached but Kean even shook his hand and threw his shirt just anyone.

“Master, what will be a shower, I help.”

“I can do it myself.” Reject Kean without looking at Disa.

Disa did not stop just like that, she followed Kean's steps back towards her bathroom.

“But sir, says doctor,”

“I CAN DO IT MYSELF!!” snapping with barking eyes.

Disa snapped in her place. His heart was almost dislodged because Kean suddenly snapped at him when he only offered help. Her lips tightly closed and her eyes re-glazed. That's as weak as it is now.

Kean who was just aware of what he was doing, slightly glanced at Disa who was pecking at his place.

“SHIT!” grunts while punching the bathroom door.

I don't know why he was so upset and disappointed.

Sighing deeply while brushing her hair violently, she leaned her body against the bathroom door. He looked back at Disa who was bent in her place. It seemed like the girl before him again had to try to hold back her tears which were actually very lame as she did so.

“Do not overdo it, this is not your fault.” Kean's voice sounded lower. He tried to neutralize the situation that made him sultry.

“No sir, it's my fault.” I'm Disa who stays down with a thousand regrets.

“Stop crying! Prepare the water.” Kean finally spoke again.

“Ba-good sir!” Disa immediately shrank her tears with her right arm. He passed Kean into the bathroom and immediately prepared the bath water.

“I don't like bathing in bathtub.” He said when he saw Disa filling the bathtub with water.

“Hah?” he looked at me with a confused face.

Every day he prepares warm water in the bathtub, it means the water he prepares is never used. The water is always full and the bathroom floor is always wet, probably because Kean uses warm water directly from the shower.

Why has he never protested before?

“Quite as I.”

Kean's voice resuscitated Disa's attitude. He walked into the bathroom and sat sideways on the toilet seat.

“Good sir.”

There is no point in protesting or asking. Disa picked up a small towel which she then wet with warm water. Standing behind Kean then rubbed the towel against Kean's back carefully, avoiding the wound that was still covered in bandages.

On Kean's back were also some scars that resembled burns. Maybe this is the wound he got during the fire at his grandfather's house first.

In front of Kean was a glass surrounding his bathroom. She faintly saw the shadow of Disa standing behind her and rubbed her back gently. A bit of guilt because he suddenly snapped at her. His eyes still looked puffy and his nose was red.

“In front sir?”

Kean immediately turned his face away as his two eyes stared at him from the reflection of the bathroom glass. He turned his body to face Disa and let Disa continue her work.

Disa's hands were slightly trembling, either because her hands were still sore or feeling nervous when she saw Kean who was bare-chested in front of her.

“Sort of what I do myself. Get me a change of clothes.” Taking a towel from His hand. For a while the hands of both had touched but soon Disa released the towel she was holding.

“Good sir.” He said as he ran out of the bathroom with a slightly flushed face.

“Basic boy.” Mumbled Kean who proceeded to cleanse his body.

*****

He was still busy in the kitchen. Wash dishes used for lunch, wash clothes and of course iron. Although there is only Kean in this house, it turns out there are also many clothes that he must wash when he piles it up and wash it twice a week.

Actually this is not a schedule for washing, it's just that he tried to busy himself with work so as not to keep remembering the events of this morning.

At lunch with them, they were more silent. The previous relaxed atmosphere again changed to awkward. Kean is like reassembling the cliff between him and Disa.

There are different things from Kean, today he spends more time in the room, not in the workspace or in the family room to play PS. He said some days he should rest at home and forget for a moment his work. He also did not scream much to call Disa let alone ask to be made a snack.

Come to think of it, Kean's attitude change happened after the incident this morning in his room. The moment Kean snapped at him and Disa reflexes dripped her tears. She is indeed a girl who is very easy to cry whether it is because sad, angry, upset even though happy. His eyes seemed to be firmly connected to his heart.

And now he's lonely in this house. His work was gradually completed and he was confused about what else he had to do before returning to the main house. More than that, he began to feel anxious if something happened with Kean who continued to remain silent in his room.

Finally, he decided to go to Kean's room. Step up one by one stairs with slow steps so as not to make a noise. Arriving in front of Kean's room he was just glued. Looking at the door of the room that was tightly closed without a sound from inside.

A little stick his ear to the door leaf, try to steal hear what Kean is doing in there. One second, two seconds it feels like Disa's heart is pounding very fast with breath held so as not to hear Kean. Though where maybe the sound of his breath can penetrate the thick door leaf.

But a few minutes passed, everything remained silent. No sound heard a bit.

“What may young master sleep?” dissa's mind was retreating, slightly away from the door.

Everything was completely silent, only the sound of the clock ticking was clearly heard in his ears.

“Tring!” a voice surprised Disa.

“Jesus!!!” Disa immediately reached into his phone from inside his pocket but the ringing did not stop. Because panic was so difficult to take a cell phone out of his pocket.

Fearing Kean's voice, he immediately ran down the stairs and into the toilet.

“Hah hah..” His breath is still panting as he is already in the toilet and leaning his body against the door while trying to regulate his breathing.

Return to see the screen of his phone that is still on and the name of Kinar that appears there. Can quickly answer it.

“Good afternoon bu?” greet Disa.

“Sore day. You are still at the young master's house?” ask from there.

It seems not enough to send a message asking Kean's condition until he finally called.

“Iya ma'am, I'm still at the young master's house. Can I help you?”

“Em like this in, the condition of the young master at this time seems to be not good. You stay there for a few days to take care and look after the young master. Nina will be shipping your clothes this afternoon and let me know if anything happens there.” The light of the more Kinar sounded like an indisputable command.

“Then ma'am, for laundry, me,”

“You don't have to think about laundry here. Someone will back up your work here. Just take care of the young master there and make sure he is fine.” Say it again without being able to argue.

Sighing deeply, it seemed like his task would be heavier. His job did sound easy, just making sure his young master was okay. But in practice, it doesn't seem that easy.

“Good bu.” Obey, yes Disa can only obey.

The call was interrupted and Disa had to start working. His originally upright shoulders this time looked sagging. Taking care of her young master is not as easy as keeping a baby. It was not enough to prepare what Kean asked, he also had to guess what his young master wanted. Rapid mood changes sometimes make Disa have to think hard and his overthinking habits make him feel tired himself. Guessing and guessing without being able to ask.

This is his job this time and he has to do his job as well as he usually does. Just pray that everything is okay.

*****