Marry The Heir
Be separated

Several days have passed since the incident and now Kean's condition has begun to improve. The stitches were removed and meant that the task of Disa to keep her young master was done. Today Kean returned to his office. After 5 days of absence, it turns out there is also a lot of work that he has to finish.

Important files piled up on his desk, waiting for him to check and agree. Luckily he has an assistant who is smart and deft to help him handle some work.

“Master, buyer from india wants to increase the amount of fabric supply from us. Looks like we should have a meeting soon with the director of production.” Roy shows the tablet in his hand to Kean.

“The demand is almost half as much as usual.” Said Kean with a furrowed forehead.

Feelings between happy and afraid when seeing their requests that often increase from time to time. Happy, because it means the company's income will increase and afraid if possible he fails to reach his target.

“True sir. If we can meet their demand, this will be the history of achieving the highest contract value in this company.” Roy looks very enthusiastic. It seemed like the man beside her had never felt fear. Of course, he had no other burden if anything happened to this company.

Kean was slightly pensive, thinking about the request of his comrade. Many things he must consider, not just a matter of profit.

“Ya, prepare a meeting with the director of production, we will see the extent of our ability to meet their demand.”

“Good sir.” Roy was quick. It seems that his spirit is not reduced even though it has been given a considerable workload as long as Kean does not enter work.

“Roy,” call Kean later.

“Ya sir.” Roy immediately stopped his steps and turned around.

“Thank you.” Reveal Kean with great sincerity.

I don't know since when it was so easy to say . Like a burden was carried away after he said the word. But usually these two words become expensive words, which come out of his mouth.

“By pleasure sir.” Roy nodded respectfully. It is very loyal to this strong man. “I excuse me sir.” Its effects.

Kean just nods and lets Roy continue with his duties.

Back to his job on the table. The files were stacked one by one he checked. His forehead seemed wrinkled as he thought seriously with murmuring lips reading the cooperation proposals of several foreign importers who wanted to cooperate with his company.

Slightly pressing the corner of his eyes that felt dizzy, lunch was too full it turned out to make him a little sleepy. Kean stretched his muscles and tilted his head left and right. It did not feel like two hours had passed with a stack of files that he almost finished checking.

On a whim, he opened his ipad and saw the CCTV footage of his home. Put it back a few hours ago and see what's going on at home. Visible Disa who was preparing lunch while washing dishes. Kean smiled to himself, when he saw the cheerful face of Disa. His facial water was never moody let alone wrinkled even though the work he did might be very boring.

Back advancing his recording time to the present, and this time he saw nothing. There is no Disa in his house when usually at this hour Disa must be washing his clothes or mopping the floor.

“Where did this girl go?” muttered Kean who looked serious forward to rewind the time of his CCTV footage.

His curiosity could not be ignored. He took the phone out of his pocket and contacted someone.

“Ya bro!” reza's voice was there.

His voice sounded as cheerful as ever. It's not without reason that he contacted Reza. Lately, his best friend often plays home just to meet with Disa. Maybe even Disa is currently with Reza so there is no one at home.

Hah, Kean again had to stroke his chest rough as the backflow from his heart brought back distress.

“Lo again where is bro?” asked Kean lazily.

“Againoutside. Eh bentar, “ slightly keep his phone from the ear like he was talking to someone else. “You buyin kak reza same mamah that's it. He does not really like salty foods, later his high blood relapse.” Said Reza who can still be heard by Kean.

Kean smiled faintly, hearing Reza's conversation it seemed like his guess was right that his best friend was with Disa. For him at this time, the easy way to find out the whereabouts of Disa is to call Reza, so he can know where Disa is without the need to lower his ego which still hides his concern.

“Sorry bro, how?” continued Reza.

“It looks like you're busy. Sorry to bother you, you just keep going on lo.”

“Oh yes. Later until the gallery, I'll call back.”

“No need, I have another meeting. Have fun.” Tandas Kean who then ended his call without hearing Reza's answer.

Again, he clenched his hand as he imagined Reza being alone with Disa. He rubbed his chest again, but he did not know what to do. Looks like he has to check up to the doctor to check the condition of his heart and lungs. Really, this makes him uncomfortable.

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Disa who returned with the routine in the main house, starting from sorting clothes based on the type of fabric, then put it in a basket and wash it. All Can do and without feeling he misses this habit. Taking care of the needs of this rich family clothing is always fun because it feels like the fabric materials and clothing models he touches have given him enthusiasm and inspiration.

While waiting for the washing machine to finish its task, Disa began sewing the cloth she got from Adela's boutique some time ago. Drawing patterns and measuring them on the fabric and sewing machine began to sound.

“Bikin what sa?” nina's voice was heard from the direction of the door of the linen room.

“Eh this na, have a little fabric to be sewing.” Sahut Disa who remains engrossed in continuing her work.

“You can sew too? Wah this is expensive cloth..” standing next to Disa then pay attention to the work of Disa that seems fun.

It felt like just yesterday he learned to make patterns, turn on the sewing machine and move the hambalan down to make the sewing machine spin and start knitting to give a trace of its thread.

Unlike now, the sewing machine is easier to use. Just focus enough to set the sewing lane to stay in the pattern to be sewn.

“What if we also sew a new uniform? You make the model. Who knows we can use after the birthday of the big master later.” Nina's idea is just there. But wait, it felt like it was quite reasonable to try.

“Bby. But we have to permission bu kinar first.”

Nina's smile instantly expanded. “Kalo dapet permission, you really want to make?” tanyanya did not believe.

“Hem, why not.” Nodding with certainty.

“Waaahhh asyiikk.. Later we chat with others first. That's it, just asked for permission same bu kinar.”

“Bby.”

“Still sa,...” embrace Disa tightly. It seems like he is very happy if he can change uniforms with other colors besides black dres and white apron.

“Sama-sama na.” feels very happy if you can make people around us feel happy.

“Mba there, mba..” heard the voice of Shafira who called him from a distance.

“I-Yes non fira.” Disa quickly took the cloth from the top of the sewing machine and hid it. “Bent Yes na.” The pamphlet to Nina. The only thing that is affected is ngok. “I'm here non.” Get out of the linen room and approach Shafira.

“For what mba?” slightly probing Disa because the Woman standing before him looked surprised at her arrival.

“Em ordinary non, nyuci.” I rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“Ish, you gag a liar. Here sit.” Clap the chair next to his place. He was a little distrustful of Disa's answer which seemed doubtful.

“Hehehhe...” can only grin a horse because Shafira's guess is correct.

Approaching Shafira and sitting next to her. The girl showed her phone screen on Disa.

“As promised, I have registered mba for the design competition. Mba at home send 3 examples of designs for casual, formal and party clothes.” He said as he tapped on the screen on his phone and then the display of the registration confirmation page appeared.

“Hah, but my non,”

“No, it's definitely not. I told you, mba there must try to follow. Who knows win.” Shafira was still adamant about her support.

After a lot of work, he almost forgot that there was a race that he planned to follow. But until now he has not had time to talk to Kinar about the permission he might have to ask.

“But I have not the same permission bu kinar non.” To keep some of his voice from sounding like he was complaining.

“Hahahah.. Just calm. I have maintained the same permission, ma'am Kinar. And he can. Yes walo was looking a little bit bit bete.” Shafira's eyes glanced in annoyance given Kinar's expression as he asked permission for Disa.

“But the point, she ngizinin.” Refocus on the sentence so that Disa is sure that he has obtained permission.

“Thank you non fira. Thank you very much. I don't know what to repay non fira.” Yes finally Can only thank you. The girl before him was so persistent in encouraging him, of course this was a fortune for him.

“If you want to thank me, promise me one thing.” Poking his finger while staring fixedly at Disa. Her lips looked smiling but it seemed to be a little serious.

“What promise non?” quite curious as well.

“Promise me that mba will not leave me. Want to nemenin me and love me.” He said with a little bit of a raucous.

Seeing the dim look in Shafira's eyes, somehow one of the corners of His heart felt a pain. The beautiful girl in front of him looked very lonely. He half begged not to be abandoned and ignored. I don't know how deep the loneliness in his heart is clear he really wants to be accompanied.

“Sure, I will always accompany non fira.” That sentence was the answer of Disa.

To him, he and Shafira are both lonely people. There is no place to share or tell stories. If there is a good opportunity to make a good friend, why waste it?

A smile on Shafira's lips. Approaching Disa then embracing her. “Thank you mba there. Please don't leave me in any condition.” He said as he buried his face on Disa's shoulder.

Disa nodded slowly while rubbing Shafira's back. There was a sense of tightness that followed when he heard Shafira's sentence just now.

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