Marry The Heir
Go into the dark hallway

Kean Pov:

I don't really have much appetite for dinner. Coming home tired and craped and then at home again there are people I never want to see. How dare the boy come back to my house. Is it not enough that he has mastered the main house and become the princess there to disturb my calm?

Hah, I was always annoyed when I remembered the people in the main house. For people, they are my family but for me, they are the reason I should stay away and I shouldn't go home let alone see them happy.

Instead, this time he used Disa to get closer. Stupidly he wants to. He wants to take pains to get into the tangle of my family's common thread that I can't even break down. He said he cared, to whom? To me? He doesn't even know what I'm feeling right now. Maybe it is called caring.

Not finished my frustration this afternoon and when I came home even more upset. Tonight I wish I could have a good conversation with that woman but again, circumstances make me have to talk rudely with her.

The one thing that made me even more angry, he started lying. I no longer saw the innocent girl who laughed cheerfully while telling me stories and understood what I felt without having to say what I felt. Where did the girl who walked with me by the beach go? The girl whose steps were carefree, occasionally on her tiptoes was like a ballerrina dancing beautifully. Where'd it go?

Does falling in love really make someone change that fast?

It's like I lost him. The longer it gets further away. And I can't remind him. While I myself am imprisoned in feelings I never expected.

Standing here on the balcony of my room with the wind blowing my still wet hair, it seemed to give me a little freshness. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to calm my mind that was turbulent like the lava of Mount Merapi. He says the heart may be hot but the mind must be cold. But it feels hard.

Take a deep breath and breathe it out slowly. Repeated it a few times until the tightness in my chest was slightly reduced. A few breaths were able to stabilize my emotions. When the annoyance was slightly reduced, my stomach that reads ask in the contents.

ARGH! Sometimes it is not synchronous between desire and circumstance. I had to go downstairs to fill my stomach. I can't be sick anymore and look weak.

Weak one?

Wait, is it possible that my weakness made me feel defeated by Reza?

All the way down the stairs, I thought of a voice in my own mind. Weak, yes maybe the condition that makes me feel defeated competitiveness. People who are around me, not because they care. They stay only because of a necessity of responsibility and pity.

My mind is smiling sarcastically. Maybe for a few days, that's what happened. Our closeness that instens a few days means nothing to Disa because maybe nothing is imprinted in her heart and mind. All because he feels responsibility and pity.

Huft, why does my heart melt even more when I imagine that it is true? It hurts but it doesn't bleed, maybe it's like this.

Arriving at the last step of the stairs, my gaze was immediately fixed on the dining table. There was no Disa there, only the little girl who insisted on not coming home. Maybe he's still very curious about what it's like to have dinner with me.

He stood up when he saw me, “Em, mba again in front of bang.” And the sentence sounded doubtful and then tried to smile even faintly. Awkwardly, apparently.

Bang's? Bang said? Is that how he called me? Why so annoying? Very familiar.

I walked lazily towards the dining table, not responding to the slightest sentence. Pull a chair and sit there.

“A-i fetchin. What would you like to eat?” this time he took the plate that I was going to take first.

I grunt my breath rough. Where did Disa go, why let me take so long with this little boy?

“So here is enough?” he immediately put rice on my plate without waiting for my answer.

“Draws!” my sentence sounded stern when asking for the plate he was holding.

He slightly snapped at my words. It seems he was quite surprised. Though I'm sure, speaking loudly and firmly is not something strange in my family.

“I-this bang.” He said as he handed the plate to me.

I immediately took it and placed it in front of me. A few side dishes I took and I saw him smiling. Still can smile apparently.

Anywhere doing the same. Take the rice and the side dish and start eating it.

“Why?” I asked when I saw he was still mesam-mesem himself.

“Hah?” he's a little surprised. I looked at him sharply and his lips instantly rounded as O exclaimed. “I-it, ripe fira bang, good no?” point it at the capcay that's on the spoon and I'm enjoying.

I didn't answer, preferring to continue eating. After all, I don't really believe that this is him cooking. Just look at her long, clenched nails, really not a feature of a woman who likes to cook and spend time in the kitchen.

But my attitude seems to be quite the answer for him. He continued to eat more vigorously because I continued to eat what was on my plate.

“Mba in the fira cook. He said he didn't like the food to taste. Yes bang?” apparently he still hasn't given up on talking to me. I just glanced and again he smiled.

“I don't like to talk while eating.” I said firmly.

His mouth that was barely open took out a sentence, quickly clenched back. Like I was thinking, I don't know what's in his little brain.

“But, eating while chatting is sometimes exciting loh bang. Like sampe do not feel if the rice has run out and even add. Hehehe..”.

“I at home usually eat while chatting with the waiter. But the mba time here, the feeling is really lonely at home.” His voice was slightly dizzy as if he indeed felt lonely.

“Fira was going to play here but said bu kinar, brother needs rest and fira should not disturb. If you have met Mba here, you will not stop the story. So exciting.”

I just found out that this girl talks a lot too. Several times looking at him, I thought he was a quiet kid with his style acting like a princess. I don't know from whom the habit of talking a lot was dropped. It was like having dinner on the radio. His voice is not very sharp and expressive. Never mind, whatever he wants to babble.

Where did Disa go? It's almost finished with my food, but he's not back yet. Is there Reza in front?

I fucked myself. My feelings are starting to get bad.

“Abang need something?” the voice of the girl in front of me sounded.

I did not answer, preferring to gulp my drinking water to the toilet.

I saw a shadow of someone standing outside the window. Although it is quite dark, the light of the garden lights is enough to help me to recognize who is standing there.

Disa, there she seems to be.

I don't know since when he stood there, but the air outside was quite cold. It was hard to give this girl time with me. Who does he think he is? The tactics aren't that great.

Wait, I want to prank him.

“Ehm!” I cleared my throat hard enough, making Disa turn her head without coming out of hiding. Stupid, the glass he was hiding in was just invisible from the outside. From the inside, it is certainly bright.

“You should not go home too late especially if later you pass the side park.” I said in a little loud voice.

“Hah, why bang?” the girl in front of me leaned her body closer.

“Because,” I paused my sentence and glanced left and right as if wary of my surroundings.

“Ish, why the hell bang?” it seems like this girl is starting to get a little scared and is leaning more and more towards me. Honestly, what I'm waiting for is Disa's response. Is he going to come out of hiding?

“In that park,” again I pause.

“Iya,” his timpals that pulled his chair closer and closer. His face was beginning to look scared.

“Kata bang grace, no one ever in the grave.” Whisper me with a scared expression.

“Isshh bang keaann The girl who looked even more scared.

“PRANK!” after the sound of the falling plate that made us jump in shock.

I put on my amused smile. When I lyrics, Disa's face is no less tense.

“A-what's right sir?” look, he stuttered. I really want to laugh.

I just slicked my shoulder. “Where are you from?” I changed who asked.

“Master has not answered my question. Is it true that someone was buried in the garden?” he glanced at the park timidly.

“You're commanding me?” timpalku with a flat expression.

“Ti-no sir. I didn't mean it that way.” Disarm with nervousness. He held the plate in his hand tightly.

I wanted to laugh more but had to hold it. Luckily my stomach was full, so I had no regrets about finishing my dinner earlier.

“We go home now aja mba?” they whispered to each other and mended me to go to my room or to the reading room.

“In the meantime, I prepare clothes for young master tomorrow.” The dream I still hear.

“Mba here do not eat first?”

“Let's just at home.”

He went straight to the dining table. I cleaned it all up and peeked out the stairs. Very fast movement of his hands, like he was very accustomed. Her face was tense, funny I thought too.

Never mind, just screw it up.

*****

Still sitting on the sofa overlooking the balcony near the reading room with a lighted tab in his hand. At a glance Kean saw Disa passing behind him and entered the walk in closet to prepare his clothes.

“Tomorrow I have a meeting with the client, prepare dark colored stelan.” Said Kean who made Disa come back out of the room.

“Oh good sir.” Follow him swiftly. Even though it was night, the focus was still pretty good. “If I may know, what kind of partner will you meet?”

“Do I need to mention gender?” Kean moved from his place and turned to look at Disa.

“Oh, no sir. I mean, in what kind of event did you meet with your partner?” Can change the question.

“Formals. They're Investors from Australia.” Just five words was the details of his meeting.

Disa seemed to think for a while before finally nodding in understanding. “Good sir.” Legally.

His habits are overthinking, quite useful also when he has to describe an atmosphere.

He re-entered the walk in closet while Kean was still watching from his place. Follow me up and lean on the entrance leaf walk in closet and pay attention to what Disa does.

“Where did you learn to mix clothes?” there is a curiosity in Kean's heart, considering what Disa prepared is always comfortable and delicious in the eyes.

“From fashion magazine mr.” Follow him with a smile. His hands were kept busy choosing the shirt he matched with the suit suit

“From magazine? Isn't it easier today to see everything from the internet?” Women of which era still rely on books and magazines to see the development of fashion, he thought.

Again he smiled. “Near my college back then, there was a bookstore that not only sold books but also rented out books to students like me. Many good books there with various trends from many famous authors.” He explained but his hands were still fun choosing clothes stellants for Kean.

“The more books I read, the more aware that the fashion model sometimes goes back to previous eras. The different is just how to popularize and the icon only. So I prefer to see everything from books or magazines. Because more details also.” Lighted calmly.

“But you will be left behind if you only rely on looking at old books and magazines. That trend is changing very quickly.” Kean began to be interested in Disa's thoughts.

“True sir. For that I need to keep learning. For me, following the trend is important but not more important than feeling comfortable when wearing the clothes we choose.” One shirt stel has been completed he prepared complete with belt, watch and shoes.

Kean was only stunned to hear Disa's answer. I must admit that the answer makes sense. From the many clothes prepared by Disa so far, besides she felt suitable to wear it, she was comfortable. It seems to be the principle of Disa in choosing her clothes.

“There's more I can help sir?” his tan disperse Kean's daydreams.

Kean shook his head but his gaze was still fixed on Disa, as if he was still scanning what the young woman in front of him had in mind.

“Then, I excuse you sir. Good night.” Pamphitt.

“Hem.” That's Kean's answer.

Disa passed away while Kean was still looking at his back which was slowly getting away.

“Can,” the resistance, when Disa almost stepped her foot down the stairs.

“Yes I.” again, that word he said.

Enforcing his body that was originally leaning on the door leaf. “Don't try too hard to get me closer to my family. I have my own way of dealing with them. And don't go too far into the dark passage, because maybe you will be trapped without being able to get out safely from there.” That is either a form of warning or threat.

Can smile knot, “Sure sir. I will just walk on my chosen path that I know when the time is right for me to go back and turn around. Good night sir.” Again he nodded before turning around and completely passed from before Kean without ever turning his head again.

Kean breathed deeply. He pulled his hair and pressed his nose which felt dizzy.

“Without you knowing, you've walked too deep into that dark alley there. Even if you know when you should stop and turn around, maybe you will not have the heart to leave who is in there.” He muttered with worry.

He turned to his balcony. From above he saw Disa and Shafira walking hand in hand. He still hears both voices.

“Mba was a long time ago. So don't you see if you eat a lot of my cooking?” tell the girl with pride.

“Thank God that young master likes. Pak Merah also loved the same non-fira cuisine. Delicious said.”

“Wah, really?”

“Iyaaa..”

“What will I be a chef, don't be a singer?”

“Be someone who is indeed non-fira wants. Not because of forced or because of trapped.”

“It's really mba here, mba here is the best.”

The two laughed softly making Kean unconsciously smile. Apparently, that's the closeness of the two.

Isn't that right, Disa has gone too far into the dark passageway?

*****