Marry The Heir
Guests in the morning

Could soon be following Doctor Frans. Inside Kean's room, Frans' doctor begins to examine him. Placing a stetoscope on Kean's left and right chest and then moving to the stomach.

“What time does young master take his medicine?” ask Frans' doctor when he sees Disa coming.

“Around 8 docks. Is young master okay?” Disa's approaching. Put a teapot and glass near Kean's bed.

“It's just a drug reaction, especially antibiotics. Will improve after taking fever-relieving medicine and please compress it continue.”

“But it looks like the bandage is wet doc, is it not better to change it?”

“Iya in change only, all of you I want to see the wound.”

“Good doc.”

Disa took her wound care kit and got closer to Kean. “Master, sleep on your side first, I change the bandages briefly.”

Kean moved his body as Disa helped him to tilt. Lifting some of the shirts Kean was wearing and began to carefully open the bandages.

“The wound is good, no infection. The possibility is really only of a drug reaction.”

“What is the cure to continue doc?”

“Ya is still in progress. His body will get used to receiving foreign substances from the drug and he will improve.”

“Hem, thank goodness.” His breathing is relieved.

Doctor Frans only smiled at the deft hand of Disa replacing Kean's wound bandage.

“It looks like young master will quickly recover if you take care of him as well as this.” Praise doctor Frans.

“Aamiin..” says Disa who stays focused on the bandage in the middle instead.

After seeing Kean's condition improve, Frans doctor came home.

“Save my phone number, if need anything directly contact me.” He said while offering a business card.

“Good doc.”

“Tonight, please take care of young master. Compresses are often replaced and often give a drink so as not to lack fluid.”

“Good doc.” Disa nodded again.

“Good, then I'm sorry. May I heal soon sir.” He patted the back of Kean's left hand.

Kean was just weak. The power is drained and has not been replenished.

“Sorry doc, maybe I can't deliver.” Disa.

“No problem. Good night.”

“Night doc.”

After the death of Frans, Disa returned to Kean's side. Help her to sit back.

“Master, take the heat-relief medicine first.” Disa. Kean nodded resignedly, his strength began to exist just to sit back.

Giving medicine and drinking water, Kean immediately took the medicine given Disa.

“Now the lord sleeps again, so that cepet recover.” He continued, helping Kean to go back to sleep.

“Thank you disa.” Reveal it with breath.

“Sama-sama sir.” Sahutnya with a line of smiles that he aimed at Kean.

Beside Kean's bed, Disa placed the chair that Kean used to work. He is determined to take care of Kean until the condition of this man improves. Take another compress and put it on Kean's forehead. For a moment Kean looked at her and Disa only smiled faintly. Slowly Kean closed his eyes as drowsiness began to come. From now on, though his eyes closed but he did not really fall asleep. Until now it feels drowsiness especially because of the effects of the drug.

Disa heaved a sigh of relief as Kean began to fall asleep and no longer shivered. He maintained his compressions and went back and forth several times to the kitchen to replace the compressed water. An hour or two passed, Kean's fever began to drop.

The night, Disa began to be unable to hold back her sleepiness, until she finally fell asleep in a chair with her head on Kean's bed. One hand was still holding onto the compress on Kean's forehead which was slowly starting to dry up.

It seems like he needs to sleep too.

*****

Morning and both are asleep. Kean who woke up first, blinked his eyes and rubbed his head which was still a little dizzy. The effects of fever apparently enough to make him dizzy and weak.

He held his head which still had a compress on it. It was dry but his forehead was no longer hot. He saw Disa who was still asleep in the chair with her body bent to the bed. Must be really sore. But drowsiness seems to beat the aching feeling in Disa's body.

Kean looked at the face of the woman who had been guarding him all night. His plain face, slumbering so peacefully that He could not bear to wake her. His hand which was beside his body, made Kean move his fingers closer to the fingers of Disa. Touching the tip of his index finger with Disa and he smiled to himself. His fingers look flat but not as big as the size of his fingers. Curiosity arises, how does it feel to hold the hand that is always working hard?

Kean tilted his body facing Disa. He still wanted to look at the plain face that was sleeping. The hair covered her forehead which was right in front of Kean. He slightly bent his body, bringing his face closer to Disa. It turned out like this the face of Disa while asleep, very peaceful. Her lentic eyelashes piled on top of each other under thin eyebrows that were not too neat. The skin is yellow and seems to be without the slightest powder coating. His hands raised wanted to touch that face but then he paled and could only clench in the air.

“Thank you,” she said with a small smile at the end of her sentence.

His hand was raised again to wipe his head but again he had to pry when it looked Disa who began to open her eyes. Kean pretended to close his eyes when he saw Disa who woke up. Fortunately he had not touched the forehead or the head of Disa, otherwise Disa would have known that he was looking at her.

“Jeez 7 hours?” murmured Disa who looked shocked when she saw the clock on the wall.

He rubbed his eyes to clarify his vision and expel drowsiness that could not be maintained last night. When he opened his eyes wide, he saw Kean's face right in front of him. His eyes were still tightly shut and his breathing was heard deep and irregular.

Pulling his hand that was overnight on Kean's forehead then wriggling with pleasure. Unknowingly, Kean opened his eyes and saw what Disa was doing. Both of his hands were raised up, his chest puffed up, tilting his head left and right, and his body muscles seemed to stretch. Kean smiled to himself looking at Disa's behavior. When Disa turned, she closed her eyes again.

Tidying the compress device and placing the back of his hand on Kean's forehead and neck to check the temperature. Again, Kean's hair bristled as the back of Hisa's hand touched his neck, while Disa relaxed. He tried to restrain himself from shuddering in amusement before Disa left. For Disa, Kean has improved, has no fever and he has to start his regular work this morning.

Go to the bathroom to prepare hot water and then get out of Kean's room with all his equipment. When the door closed then Kean could breathe a sigh of relief and shudder considering the touch of Disa on his neck. He still smiled to himself as he imagined the whole night Disa was guarding him.

There was nothing he could remember clearly other than when Disa was so panicked and called Kinar and treated his wet wounds. Everything was vague and so difficult to open his eyes wider. But this morning it seems like it has improved. His body felt lighter and fresher.

Kean got up from his bed, stretched his muscles and, “Awww.” he pitted. Forgetting that part of his arm is still attached with a bandage wound in it. He got out of his bed, went to the mirror and turned to look at his wound.

He just found out that the wound is slightly diagonal, extending from the right back to the back arm. He felt very sick when he used his right hand. But again he was grateful that only he was hurt.

*****

The sound of feet coming down the stairs. Disa who had finished her meal immediately prepared to welcome her young master.

“Good morning sir.” He looked at Kean who was standing at the end of the stairs.

“Pagi.” Kean had already looked neat and changed into his own clothes. It seemed like his condition had completely improved since he was starting to be able to take care of himself.

“You'll have breakfast now sir?” tawar Disa's.

“No, please replace my bandage first.” He turned to the tv room. He sat on the long sofa and turned on the television.

“Good sir.” Disa brought her combat equipment and approached Kean.

Kean turned his back to Disa and then took off his clothes. Disa sat behind him and began to release one by one the plaster of Kean's wounds.

“Wah, the wound has started to dry sir.” amazed himself to see the healing of Kean's wounds quite fast.

“Maybe because you take good care of it.” One sincere compliment Kean conveyed and made Disa blush.

“Doctor Frans said, if it starts to dry, it will feel a little itchy later. But do not scratch so as not to leave a mark. Bu Kinar had already sent the ointment for his scar this morning, along with the cooking ingredients.” The bright light of Disa that was fun to clean Kean's wound.

True, the wound did not hurt like before. Although there is still a sense of pain when the wound is pressed by Disa but not to make Kean sweat cold as before.

“It's done sir.” Very quickly Disa finished her work.

Kean tried to look at his wound that had been closed again. He had not expected this fast the time that Can use to treat his injuries. Or maybe he was too enjoying, paying attention to the reflection of the face of Disa on the glass so that time did not feel running quickly.

“You will have breakfast here or at the dinner table sir?” clean up the wound care set.

“Here only.”

“Good sir.” He always sounds alert.

This morning, Disa has returned to look neat. His face looks bright, there are no remnants of drowsiness even though almost overnight he was awake. From his place Kean noticed Disa who was here and there and prepared breakfast for him on the tray.

Finished arranging the food, he approached Kean with a raised smile.

“Please mr.” Put a piece of food on the table and arrange it in front of Kean.

There is a bowl of oatmeal with a variety of toppings that look beautiful. Next to him was a glass of milk that was still warm. Not to be in the thumbs up, the cuisine made by Disa is always inviting taste.

“Breakfast here.” Take Kean to Disa.

“Good sir.”

Go back to the table to prepare breakfast for her. He prepared the same menu so as not to bother and long.

Before long, he sat down on the small sofa beside Kean. He smiled slightly as Kean looked at him.

“What feels good sir?” he asked when he saw Kean had bribed either the third or fourth time.

“Hem, yummy.” Sahut Kean relax.

Visible Disa who was smiling was satisfied to hear Kean's answer. It turned out to be that easy to make Disa happy. Simply praise her cooking and her smile instantly rises.

“Ting keg!”

Just two mouthfuls in Disa's mouth, the sound of bells ringing spread their focus enjoying breakfast.

“I'm sorry sir.”

Kean just nodded and let Disa go.

With quick steps Disa headed for the living room. Open the door and,

“Happy pag,” Could have hung up his sentence when he saw someone standing behind the door. He looked shocked and,

“Can?” greet the man who was no less surprised.

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