Marry The Heir
Unbecoming

Fifteen minutes, time spent by Disa to get to Kean's house. He was delivered directly by Mr. Daan because the young lady also joined. In his hand he had already brought parcels of fruits and some foods that were predominately salty.

“I haven't had time to look brother since I know brother is sick, can I come to brother's house?” so pinta Shafira while pausing Disa at the door of her house.

Although hesitant, Disa finally agreed. This beautiful girl still tries to pay attention to the people she loves even though sometimes they ignore her. Let's just say he is uniting the rope of love to bring the family members who are scattered closer.

It was more than five minutes ago that they arrived in front of the gate of Kean's house but Shafira still looked doubtful. Disa first came down and Shafira still seemed to think whether she would continue her intention to meet Kean or just go home again before feeling again the rejection and cold attitude of the brother.

“What non fira will come down?” finally, Lisa asked.

Shafira's hand is seen grasping the side of the parcel grip on her lap.

“What brother will expel me?” ask him on Disa.

There was fear implied from the look of her innocent eyes. In his mind, after some time ago he got a rejection, maybe even this time he will feel the same disappointment.

“We haven't tried to see him yet, have we?” Disa gives Shafira a sense of optimism.

Given Kean's attitude lately, it was possible that his young master's attitude had begun to soften. After all, he believed, a rock as hard as anything would lose to the constant water droplets on it.

“Hem, we try.” Shafira nodded in agreement. It seems his determination is starting to unravel.

He got out of the car, tidied up a little appearance without giving his tent to Disa. He wanted to give it to Kean.

Disa's lips seemed to mutter to Basmallah as he began his steps into Kean's house, so that all his good plans get the blessing of the creator. Shafira soon caught up with him and walked off with him.

“Young master hasn't come home yet. Usually around 7 o'clock just go home.” Light of Disa, breaking the tension felt by the two.

“Hem,” said Shafira who tried to smile even though her face remained tense.

Enter the house and not long adzan maghrib reverberated.

“Non fira can sit first here, I pray briefly.” Take Shafira to the family room couch and the beautiful girl complies.

He sat up tensely, looking left and right around Kean's house. He sighed deeply, feeling the aura of a house that was quite quiet. But when compared with the main house, this house does feel more comfortable. There is a sweet touch in every corner, maybe because Disa who arranged it until this building really feels like home.

Five minutes passed, Shafira was able to lean her back against the sofa. He began to get used to the atmosphere of the house and his mind began to adapt, not just imagining what would happen later.

“Do not until fear makes non fira give up to do good.” The sentence Disa when going to this house as if to be an encouragement Shafira to dare to face the brother. He just wanted to make things better and get closer to the people he calls family.

“Yes, I have to brave my brother. Our blood is the same, our parents are the same, I'm sure my feelings are the same brother also have the same bond.” His murmurs encouraged himself.

Walking to and fro, watching Kean's entire house. There are no photos on display, it seems that the brother does not like to display family photos or rather he does not feel he has a family to look at when he feels alone. Finally his gaze was fixed on the garden lights that began to turn yellowish. He hopes he can get the light so he can get closer to his family.

“Non fira,” sound Can resuscitate Shafira from her daydream.

The beautiful girl looked at me with a smile.

“Non fira wants to pray too? Normally the heart will be calm after prayer.” Said Disa who had finished with her obligations.

“Hem,” Shafira nodded in agreement.

“Good. Non fira can use guest room, I prepare mukenya.”

“Iya mba.” The beautiful girl breezed into the bathroom for ablution. Wash his face and parts of his body until finished completely.

Disa who passed him smiled knot, for some reason he felt optimistic that the relationship between the brothers could improve. Shafira is no longer a stubborn girl. He wants to weaken with the situation to get closer to his family. Disa's heart was broken to see Shafira's efforts.

Sometimes he feels jealous, even though this rich family conflict he can not understand but at least, they have the opportunity to fix everything and get closer to each other. While he was, there was nothing he could approach other than the only family in his hometown.

Hah, saying the word family, it was always the image of Jenar that appeared in his mind. What's he doing now? Is his condition okay? And a message he sent to his aunt.

While waiting for Shafira who was praying, Disa started preparing dinner. Dinner this time was made more special for the brothers. She was so happy that she was able to prepare dinner for Kean and Shafira. There's a do'a tucked in his cooking. Hopefully, this dinner will be the beginning to bring them closer.

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“Mba disa, I'm the plating yaa...” Shafira's voice sounded cheerful when she saw her homemade capcay ripe. His eyes seemed to be rounded with a bloated camper nose lobe smelling the scent of the food he was making.

“Please miss.” Disa handed a serving plate to Shafira.

When cooked cooking is ready to move to the plate, he immediately beautifies the dish given Disa by giving it a garnish in the form of lettuce and tomatoes on the edges. One food cauldron also moved to a serving plate.

“Heemm, scented..” exclaimed Shafira with a flared smile.

Although the non-young is fairly rarely holding a kitchen tool but it turns out he can quite arrange the food to be more beautiful.

After the prayer, Shafira did insist on helping Disa cook. Already banned, he still sulked. He said this was one way he approached his brother. Knowing what her brother likes and dislikes.

Disa was quite touched by Shafira's speech. This beautiful girl was trying hard to fix things.

“Wah, my stomach directly follow the cookery non fira.” Praise Disa who helped smell the fragrance of Shafira's cooking.

“About brother likes not ya mba?” that pretty face looks doubtful.

“Who is not tempted by non-fira cuisine? Young master would love.” Disa tries to encourage Shafira. After sweating and the smell of oil, of course he did not want to make his young lady's business in vain.

“Krieet..” sound door open.

When I looked at the clock, it was almost 7 p.m. A man entered the house that was none other than Kean. His face looked tired with an appearance that was no longer neat. His tie was loosened and his steps seemed to quickly want to get to the sofa.

“Goodnight sir.” Welcome Disa. He approached Kean and took the briefcase out of Kean's hand.

He glanced at Disa and only realized that there was someone who was also standing behind him with a nervous face.

“You invited people back home?” kean's voice sounded cynical. His gaze also looks unfriendly.

Disa looked at Shafira who looked tense but tried to smile.

“Non fira accidentally visited the master to know the news of mr.” Trying to calm down is the way you can take. He helped Kean take off his suit. Looks like this guy is really tired.

“What is the need to know my news? He can also ask bu kinar.” Again, Kean's words sounded cynical.

“Visiting directly usually often makes us feel calmer than hearing from others.” Timpal Disa who tried to smile while looking at Kean.

“Ck!” Kean just screeched annoyed. He turned his face away from Disa and walked towards his room.

“Prepare my bath water.” the sound sounds bigger.

“I have prepared mr.”

“Check again.” His ideal.

Being able to look at Shafira, he needs a friend to think about because his young master is a little strange.

“Udah follow aja mba disa.” Bisik Shafira, asking Disa to obey.

“I stay a while non.” Pamit Disa who Shafira calls. Yes, there was no way but to follow the young master's request before the fire country returned to attack.

Arriving at the mouth of Kean's room door, Disa's steps came to a halt. He immediately turned around when he saw his young master take off his white shirt and throw it away.

“What are you doing there?” his voice sounded so loud that it made Disa flinch.

“Em, I,.”

“Need me to show you the bathroom?” fierce again, breaking the sentence Disa.

“Ti-no sir.”

Soon a small run towards the bathroom before Kean grew even more wrathful. I don't know what happened in the office until his anger sounded explosive.

Check the water temperature and it is still warm. Of course, the water heater is still on, the water is definitely warm. I don't know what exactly the young master wants that sometimes makes Disa not understand.

“Do not interfere in my affairs with those people. Or I will interfere in your personal affairs.” The sound of threat was clearly heard behind the disa's kelinga.

Of course, Kean was already standing at the door while looking at him coldly. His hands were crossed in front of his chest as if he was intimidating Disa.

“Sorry sir, I didn't mean it that way.” Can only answer short while bowing.

“Then why did you invite the child to come here?” still staring at Disa in annoyance. Yang in the face did not dare to raise his face, because it was already inconceivable what Kean's current expression was like.

“My jawab!” he held it until Disa was aghast.

“Ma-sorry sir. Non-fira really sincerely want to know the news, sir. He also bought the master's favorite fruits and pasta ingredients.” His voice sounded stammered.

“Favorite food? Since when does she know my favorite food?” walking closer to Disa with her voice starting to descend but full of emphasis. “Not only you know what foods I like?” getting closer to making Disa retreat a few steps until stuck on the bathroom wall.

“I-iya sir. But really, I didn't mean to interfere. As a friend,”

“Friends?” again Kean approached, making their distance even closer. “If we are friends and you dare to interfere in my personal affairs, then of course I deserve to know your personal affairs right?” kean said that sounded more like a whisper.

Disa's reflex raised her face looking at Kean. He realized, the jet Netra was staring at him sharply, as if skinning his entire mind.

“Why are you not ready? You want to be selfish?” close his face to Disa with a very close distance so that he can feel the breath of Kean.

His round eyes shut tightly. “No sir, I am not selfish. Sir may know my business.” it is easy for him to give up when he is afraid.

“Oh yes?” like a golden opportunity. There was something Kean wanted to ask Disa but he did not expect that it should be like this.

“Then say, this afternoon between 12:30 and 14:30 where did you go?” ask him casually.

Disa's eyes were round again, as she had not expected Kean to ask what he was doing at the watch.

“Sa-me,...” poked her lips muddled, hesitating to tell Kean himself. He had promised someone not to say anything to his young master.

And Kean impatiently waited for Disa to answer. The filled lips seemed to tremble about to speak but seemed to be very hesitant.

“Say, where are you?” he asked again, getting closer. It felt like he wanted to bite off a pair of lips that seemed to be challenging him.

“Ma-sorry sir, I..”.

“Hah.. I guessed.” He said as he pulled his body away from Disa. His laughter sounded light but kept many disappointed. The more conical the contents of the mind that from noon filled his mind. “You can't think of me as a friend, can you? You can't open up to me but you still dare to be the pawn of that little boy?” turning back to Hisa with a rough breath.

“Stop there. Don't act like you care when you don't care.” Stringency. He pointed at the door of his room, resolutely asking Disa out.

“Sa-I'm sorry sir.” Disa said before she left Kean. He knew he had disappointed his young master but he did not know what to do. Maybe he should stay away now.

After Disa died, Kean sat weakly on the toilet. He smiled to himself remembering the expression of Disa who insisted on hiding something. He could guess what he was doing. He just wanted to say it. But seeing Disa who was silent, it actually made her chest more tight. The more possibilities there are behind it.

“SHIT!” the bathroom wall was subjected to her angry blows. I don't know why he should be so disappointed. Squeezing his hair violently, hoping that the shadow of Disa disappeared from his mind. Yes, the shadow of Disa with Reza that is getting real longer.

Down there, Disa walks with a shunt. There was a sense of disappointment when he remembered Kean's sentence that he was just pretending to care. But he tried to do as much as he could. But maybe it's not enough.

Shafira who was waiting for him impatiently at the dining table, immediately stood up.

“Where, angry brother huh? Did I go home mba?” Shafira looks guilty. He felt that he was the reason for Kean's anger at Disa.

“Don't, non fira haven't eaten. Eat first.” Pinta Disa while taking a plate for Shafira.

“We are waiting for my brother to back up again. Hem,..” held Disa's hand and chose to hold it. Like there was a lot of hope in his heart to be able to have dinner with his brother.

Disa felt increasingly unbearable to her young lady who had tried so far. Of course, it is not easy to put aside the ego to get closer to someone who always rejects it.

“Iya. But if half an hour young master does not go down, non-fira eat first yes.. We go home because tomorrow non-fira has to go to school.”

“Iya mba.” Luckily, Shafira can still compromise. Let's just hope Kean's heart softens and gets down for dinner.

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