Marry The Heir
Change my bandage

“Ting keg!” bell's voice rang out loud, disperse the daydream of Disa a moment ago.

He put his phone back in his pocket and moved to open the door.

“Nina?!” disa cried when she saw Nina standing in front of him.

“Sa,..” greet her while hugging Disa.

A few hours ago he got word that Disa was pickpocketed in the market. Tina who tells the story dramatically makes Nina bristling feather imagine what kind of conditions were faced by Disa at that time.

As soon as Kinar gave the task of delivering clothes and personal items to Disa, Nina was immediately excited to leave.

“You're okay, right?” let go of his embrace and slightly pulled his body in order to see Disa as a whole.

“Yes, thank God I'm fine. But even the young master who was injured. I really feel guilty.” Reveal Disa with sadness.

“Iya I heard the story from kak tina. But at the very least, you can take care of the young master. You're not in a rage right?” It looked as if Nina who looked anxious was imagining the current position of Disa.

Just shook his head while sighing deeply.  Then he invited Nina into the kitchen and then both sat on a bench in the linen room.

“Young master doesn't talk much. I know his wound must have hurt a lot. But he's not angry one bit and it makes me feel even more bad.” Said Disa who bowed lethargic.

His gaze was fixed on the hanging suit and just finished he ironed. He was imagining, Kean was standing there and looking at him coldly but not angrily in the least. I don't know what expression he's showing.

“Do not constantly feel guilty. Says sis tina, the young master is quite introverted but spontaneous. We can't guess, we can just wait for him to say what he wants or what he feels.” Nina said earnestly.

Hearing Nina's words, Disa smiled faintly. Apparently Tina began to give her knowledge to her friends.

“Sorry yes na, because of this incident, maybe I will trouble you with my duties in the main house.” Disa's gaze looks nano. After all he was used to doing his own tasks, but this time had to trouble his friends.

Nina grabbed Disa's hand which she held.

“So pa-pa, you focus on young master until he recovers. After all, in the main house there is a seger-seger, so we do not bete.” Nina smiled wryly at the end of her sentence.

“Yang seger-seger what na?” asked curiously because this was Nina's rare expression.

“Em, almost every day there is a handsome guy playing to the main house. Me, wati sama kak tina dressing ngehidangin food or drink. Sometimes he comes to dinner, hihihi.” Nina chuckles in her own anxiety.

“Hah, who the hell? How do I not know?” Disa made more curious.

“You also like to have met deh. ‘young lord marcel, his sister big master.’ We call it ahjusi tasa oppa.” Nina lowered her voice when she mentioned Marcel's name.

“Ooo...” Mouth Can be rounded. It was the man who made Nina blush.

“I don't understand, why the hardjoyo family is handsome all ya.. Bikin. Aja big master who is already old, still aja handsomenya not less competitive.” Reveal Nina with admiration.

I don't know what he's thinking right now when he imagines a male figure in the Hardjoyo family. But at the very least, the arrival of Nina could make Disa forget for a moment from her uncomfortable feelings.

****

“…..Kaaataaaa, they are me, slalu led…. Ooo mother exists and your absence will always be in my heart..”.

Shafira's voice was clearly heard echoing in the music room, where the choir children used to practice. They are spending time perfecting their performances which will soon be on stage.

“Where?” shafira asked her hushed friends, whose tumbens did not clap.

“Lack a little more feel.” It was Malvin's voice coming from the entrance. He had just come with a bottle of mineral water in his hand and stepped casually towards his piano.

“Gue is not lo!” cynical Shafira. He asked Diana again with his eyes sign and Diana nodded as if she agreed with Malvin's words.

“Huhh...” grunts shafira who is upset because their opinions are the same.

He chose to sit next to Diana and took her water and sipped it down to the toilet.

Malvin started playing his lines of keys and distracted their attention. For a moment Disa noticed the appearance of Malvin who was so animating when playing the melody of the song he sang. His heart was still rustling, with a face that felt warm. Why is it so hard to forget how he feels about Malvin?

“Maybe you have to exercise directly same malvin, fir.” Diana's great-grandson nudged Shafira's hand and shocked her.

“Ish, no ah. Later aja.” Resist. He turned his face away from Malvin who this time turned his head with a line of smiles.

“Do not be cool lo!” shafira grunts while taking the phone and re-matching her earphones into her ear hole.

“Fir, where are you going?” diana cried when she saw Shafira moving.

“Mau to perpus, need tranquility!” she ignored Diana.

Diana could only shake her head while exhaling her coarse breath. Shafira's efforts are still strong to avoid Malvin.

Out of the music room, the piano's twang is still heard. Actually Shafira did not really turn on her music player, she just paired the earphones without any songs heard. Her lips extended a small smile as she looked at Malvin who was looking at her with a line of smiles. I don't know when the man smiled a lot.

From a distance he saw the three former members of his genk walking opposite to him. Fia who was seen whispering with eyes fixed on Shafira. While Ira, only bowed down beside Nara who walked confidently.

Since the incident some time ago, they have never communicated. Like strangers, Shafira ignores their existence, ignoring everything they do and talk about. Shafira is an expert to ignore, maybe this is one of the breeds that his father passed down to Shafira.

As of right now, he did not care what Fia had written to Nara. All that sounds from Nara is, “It is, I have to nemenin malvin training let him add spirit.” He said with a voice that was deliberately made loud to be heard Shafira.

Shafira did not give the slightest expression as they passed by. The goal that was originally to the library turned to indoor sports venues.

Go back to repeating, listening to melly goeslaw's song and trying to mutter it. Malvin said, his appreciation is less. He opened a video about a mother and her children, a heartwarming video to be exact, so that her mood changed.

No, nothing works. He has trouble imagining the position of a child who adores his mother who gives an infinite abundance of affection. His heart was not linked let alone crushed because he never had the experience to feel it. What it felt like to feel the newness and warmth, really very far from the shadow of Shafira.

“Haaisshh!  I should have picked a more cheerful song, not mellow like this.” He muttered in annoyance.

Being alone here, he really needs a clue.

*****

Time has shown at 7pm and Kean has just been seen coming out of his room. Climbing one by one the stairs with shunt steps and a face that looks pale.

“Master, you will have dinner now?” welcome Disa who just finished arranging her dining table.

Kean did not chim in, preferring to sit on the dining chair and look at the food in front of him.

“Are you okay sir?” asked Disa who noticed Kean's pale face.

“Ya, I'm fine.” I did not look at Disa.

His hand tried to reach the plate and Disa took it first.

“I help sir. What do you want to eat with?” bargained for.

He pointed at the fish soup in front of him and Disa immediately picked it up.

“You want me to bribe sir?” bargained again.

“I'm not a child.” He took the plate from Disa with his left hand and placed it in front of him.

“Don't take care of me just because you feel guilty.” The cynic. He began to feed a mouthful into his mouth and looked like he was tasting the taste.

Disa was glued to her place and noticed the pale-looking Kean. Resting all day doesn't seem to really make Kean's body fresh.

“I do feel guilty but taking care of the master is my duty.” Daringly Disa sat down on the side chair Kean turned to face Kean. “Again, it is not good to eat with the left hand.” Imbuhnya while raising his hand asked for a spoon from Kean's hand.

Kean's gaze shifted to look at Disa who slightly subdued her body with a face looking up trying to look at Kean. Her warm eyes twinkle with Kean's sad gaze. Just a few seconds they looked at each other before Kean finally gave up and gave his spoon to Disa.

“There is fried emping, do you want?” it was her bargain that began to feed food into Kean's mouth.

Kean shook his head, enough of this food he ate.

Kean looked awkward being this close to Disa taking care of him. His disappointment was still quite large when he remembered the sentence Disa this morning. For what reason he was disappointed, he did not know. All day being in a room with many things he thought of one of them was the reason for his current feelings of disappointment.

Dinner passed in silence, until the food on Kean's plate was clean and he refused to add. Disa breathed a sigh of relief, when Kean wanted to eat with normal portions.

Pouring a glass of water to then gulp to the toilet by Kean.

“Tadi bu kinar sent me a message, asking the condition of the master. But I have not responded because I have to make sure first the condition of mr.” Said Disa who began to move from her place by carrying a dirty plate.

Kean moved away from his place, turning to his room.

“Say I'm fine, so you don't disappoint him.” Cynic Kean continues his steps.

“But I have not asked you sir, are you alright, because you look very pale.”

“I'm fine. Enough right, the report material for you to convey to bu kinar?” again, more upset.

“Why do you always think I ask you news only to report to bu kinar?” this time Disa's voice sounded louder to make Kean's steps pause for a moment. This was the first protest that Disa made on her attitude.

“Because that's what you need. I just followed what you said this morning. Is it less?” His ideal, which began to clench his hands when remembering the words of Disa.

Disa slightly scrunched her forehead, trying to remember her sentence which made Kean sound very upset.

Yeah, maybe that's what Kean misunderstood.

“I asked the state of the master, not just as a report material on bu kinar. I wish I could say that you're okay but that doesn't mean you have to try to look okay. If you feel pain, say it hurts. I will take care of sir. If the master is already fine, say fine with the truth.”

“If I say not fine, maybe the shinar will scold you.” Lirih Kean finally.

“No problem. I just need to know the actual state of the master because I care more about the state of the master in the appeal of pleasant reports just to make others assume I have worked well.”

Kean let out a long sigh while closing his eyes. It was like there was a large chunk that suddenly disappeared from its place to make its fist fade away. He hoped, what Disa said was true, that he did care.

“Replace my bandage.” He said then as he passed to his room.

“Good sir!” exclaim with spirit.

In his steps, Kean smiled faintly at the cry of Disa.

*****