Marry The Heir
Priorities

POV Kean:

I was still silent on the sofa while enjoying a glass of fruit and vegetable juice made by Disa. In front of me was still spinning the impression of snake resistance to the attack of a group of eagles who were blindly about to eat the snake and showed that the eagle is the highest peak of an ecosystem.

Out there, there was Disa who was talking to Reza. After he suddenly came to see me, he had breakfast and we had a casual conversation. But it seems like things are not relaxing, when I find out that they've known each other for a long time.

His intention to visit me instead turned into a fun conversation with Disa. Huh, annoying.

“On campus, when I accidentally hit kak reza.” As soon as Disa confessions when I asked where they met.

He smiled at Reza, as if stating that he was very happy to meet Reza at that time.

“After that we also met in a bookstore, do you remember it?” reza asked with the same expression.

“Yes of course I remember it. It was raining and kak reza lent me an umbrella kak reza.” His dream again with a smile spread.

Like the drama I thought, met because it collided and then both were in the rain. Why not sing Indian songs?

For some reason, it was like something was running through my chest looking at their familiarity while I was only the third person to listen to their exciting conversation. Disa blushed and Reza who so often laughed, honestly it disturbed my mind.

The soft oatmeal I enjoyed turned into a sharp pebble that almost choked me up to a glass of drinking water up to the toilet.

Huh! It still can't feel the food entering my stomach and even make my stomach wrapped around sore.

“Master, are you okay?” Cana asked when looking at me who was agitated.

“Yes, I'm fine. Just continue your chat, it looks like exciting.” I try to look ordinary.

“Gue is not expecting to work here. Every time I meet, he said he can't.” Reza said, glancing at me.

His words made me seem to be an evil master. But wait, is it true that he often misses meetings?

The burden of my mind increased. Being in this place makes me a little uncomfortable.

“You guys keep chatting, I'm up bentar.” Pointing to my room even though I don't know what I'm going to do in there.

“Okey.” Sahut Reza who looks happy, as if more free to talk with Disa.

I'm upstairs, in my room for a second. Pacing there, occasionally sitting but the discomfort in my chest did not go away. I approached the mirror next to the closet, trying to make a smile line and round the eyes that look cute. Come on, I can't seem not okay looking at their familiarity. The expression on my face cannot be compromised. I've practiced smiling but still look like a disappointed face because someone has stolen something from me.

Come on, this isn't part of my expression. I patted my own face so that his expression changed again.

But wait, come to think of it, they don't seem to notice the change in my expression. They were still talking even though I was among them. A little proud, without me realizing it seems like I am indeed great at hiding the change in look on my face or maybe those who do not care about the change in my expression.

I looked back at my face in the mirror. Very sad with my eyes and pale face. It was a lot different from Reza who looked fresh. For the first time I felt inferior to my own best friend.

Wait a minute, let me take a look at the details of my face. Thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, once a girl's lyrics can be immediately destroyed. Then my lips, it felt like nothing could hold back my charm. Then my stout posture, why should I insecure? Of course, I am more handsome than my best friend. Yes, I should first praise myself before anyone else. And again it is not without reason that I praise myself. A lot of girls approached me in America. Secretly stole my attention, being friendly even though I ignored and some of them expressed their feelings directly. Then of course this is not a matter of looks.

Thenwhat? What makes me feel like I'm losing to my best friend?

I'm still asking myself. Sitting on the edge of the bed but being quiet in the room made me feel even more uncomfortable. I went back out of the room and when I came down I saw them talking in the park. Laugh at each other even though I don't know what they're talking about.

There is no way I could approach them. I chose to sit back on the sofa, looking for an exciting show but nothing. In front of me was a glass of fruit and vegetable juice, it seemed like Disa made it special for me. I smiled winning.

But wait, that's what Reza's gulp down? Why is our drink the same and he seems to enjoy it?

Hah, I'm pissed! I immediately sucked the green drink up to the toilet and it read “Srrookkkk...” when there was only air left that I could suck.

He looked at me, like he heard my voice. I sniffed my shoulders, as if to allow him to continue their conversation and I didn't mind being a spectator over their happiness scene.

They were there long enough and I don't know how many animals were fighting in front of me.

I put my empty glass down rough. Not long after they walked up to me, it seemed like their conversation was over.

“Bro!” Reza greeted me with a cry.

“Yap! Have you finished talking?” I tried to relax, lowering my feet on the table earlier. My lyrics are also Disa who runs behind Reza and looks blushing. Huh, what exactly are they talking about?

“Iya. I invited to the painting exhibition, but he said he could not.” Reza glanced at Disa and the one in the lyrics just put on a confused face.

“Loh, why can't you?” I got out of my place and stood in front of Reza.

“Yes, maybe he's afraid of not getting permission.” Reza's sniffing his shoulders. I know, it's Reza's way of asking permission indirectly.

“Who does not give permission? Lv? I am so relaxed.” I try to look relaxed while haha hehe. .

“Hah, no need sir, I'm not going anywhere.” It's like it's bad for me.

“Quiet sa, young master you must be ngizinin. Isn't that bro?” Reza is like giving me the imperative to make a decision. What the hell, as if I were required to lend Disa to him. Just this time I found out that Reza can be a bitch, too.

“Iya is, can. When is the show?” rubbed my neck with origin. I don't know what I'm doing myself.

“Hari saturday. Start at 10 am.”

“Oh can, can.” sahutku pretend to relax. Like the best employer who allows his service to go for a date with his partner.

“But sir,” He's getting a bad look at me.

“It's okay there. Occasionally you can go with reza.” My solute. Remember, sometimes not often. I put emphasis on my heart.

He smiled but I knew he was still awkward.

“Wah thanks. Lo emang the best.” Reza grabbed me, lucky not to pat me on the shoulder. It seems he was very happy.

I turned back to Disa, she just bowed. He seems not so sure of my words.

“Yes, I'm back first. Go to college and give a list of grades. Next time I stop by again.”

“Iya dong, relax aja.”

“Okey, once again thanks bro. Bye disa.” Reza saying goodbye sweetly made me rather disgusted.

“Yo!” myrag.

“I drop off first brother,” Disa sentence sounds doubtful but when I nodded, her smile immediately rose. He went to take Reza to the door.

Not knowing what they were talking about at the door just before Reza left. I steal not too heard. Hah, it seems like Disa needs her own privacy. But why do I feel so stupid?

I rubbed my chest slowly, there was a bit of tightness. Maybe the former thug punch that often makes me feel tight.

*****

A smile was still clearly visible on Disa's lips after she drove Reza home. His steps looked sluggish as if he was floating in the air, enjoying the breeze of the wind that flew sakura petals around him. He turned to the door with a small smile. Mengulum his lips were gaunt and then slipped strands of children's hair into between his ears. His face seemed to be blushing with the twinkle of eyes full of love.

Kean was still in his place, sitting on the sofa looking at the impression of a lion running in the steva field.

“He's home?” asked Kean as he moved from his place.

“Hah?” Disa looked surprised to hear Kean's sudden voice. His originally cheerful face turned tense. “I-Yes sir.” He stuttered and then bowed.

Kean let out a long sigh, noticing the expression of Disa making his chest tight itself.

“Shouldn't you let go home if you still want her here.” A statement that seems like insinuation from Kean.

“Kak Reza is busy meeting with the master lecturers, so he must go to campus immediately.” Sahut Disa innocently.

Kean chuckles. For him who sounded is “If only he was not busy, I also want him to stay.” It wasn't said by Disa but it was perceived by Kean.

“Kak reza?” Kean quotes Disa's call to Reza.

Disa nodded vigorously making Kean's face look upset even though he was laughing mocking him.

“You guys seem very close and you admire him a lot.” Walking closer to Disa then looked at her sharply.

His eyes were rounded with a reddened face. Like Kean had just guessed correctly the contents of his heart.

“Ka-us, just..” is still trying to hide his feelings but it doesn't seem to work.

“Need my help?” more questions like Kean's lure came as he approached and whispered in His ear.

His body looks stiff with his heart pounding. Either because of Kean's offer or because of Kean's way of talking too close to him.

Disa shook her head and bowed. “No sir.” Smirked.

Kean pulled his body away, looking at Disa who was still bowed as she covered her lips.

“Why?” the answer Kean received still did not satisfy him.

He lifted his face then looked at the black bead belonging to his young master. Like there was worry that he kept.

“I don't care if you're close to reza. It's just that,” took a rough breath and then exhaled it slowly. “You should know your position and your priorities. And remember, nothing will change between us.” Kean said firmly.

His shoulders looked sagging. Kean's words seemed to remind Disa of her dignity and caste. He tried to smile, but his face looked sad.

“No need remind me of that, because I know myself enough.” Inner with bated cries. There was a sense of disappointment when he heard Kean say the sentence.

But for Kean, that sentence means, “Whatever happens, I still have to be your priority.” Inner Kean.

“Sure sir, I understand very well about it.” Sahut Disa with a slightly trembling voice.

“Good if you understand. Then, get back to work.” His ideal.

Disa nodded. He immediately returned to the kitchen while Kean sat back on the sofa. Every now and then he glanced at Disa who was cleaning her kitchen with a little daydreaming.

“It looks like I can't remain your priority at.” Mumbled Kean who then rubbed his face rough.

I don't know why he got more upset.

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