Marry The Heir
Stupid and Wild Girl

“Where, have you finished?” reza asked his best friend who was none other than Kean.

“Hem, just finished.” Kean shut down the laptop he used for the video conferencing.

After experiencing the unfortunate incident earlier, Kean chose to stop by the music studio owned by his best friend, Reza. He is not likely to meet his client with a fishy smell like that. And it was in this music studio that he did a short meeting with a virtual client.

“Where is the story you can take a long bath kayak earlier.” Tanya Reza while giving a cup of coffee to Kean. The smell of black coffee brewed with the right water temperature makes the aroma fill the room and is very good when inhaled.

Kean was seen exhaling roughly for a moment before answering his best friend's question. Sipping his coffee a little because he does need a little caffeine to relax his tense nerve muscles.

“Gue gag accidentally grazed the person who brought the groceries telor.” Kean's memories again twisted his encounter with Disa.

“But, he's gag pa-pa right?” ask Reza quickly. He sat next to his best friend with his right leg crossed over his left leg.

Kean scrunched his forehead hearing Reza's question. “Lo instead of my condition, even the condition of the girl.” Kean protested once and then took another sip of the warm coffee in his hand and put it on the table. His face again looked irritated, it seemed like the meeting was indeed unusual.

“Hahhaha.. Yes, I'll look carefully. The gag I know the condition of that man. Uh bentar, you said girl?” Reza changed the axis of his question.

Kean. “Garious and wild girls. His self-esteem is also exorbitant!” revealed Kean who imagined the face of Disa in his eyes. Leaning his body to the sofa backrest with a bright mind.

He still remembered the pair of eyes that were staring at him sharply and full of anger. A look he never had before. Usually women who meet him will immediately turn sweet with a sad look and full of admiration once they see his handsome face. But the girl was different and quite intrusive to his mind.

“Lo thinks of him huh? Be careful, in many romance dramas, usually couples fall in love because of previous collisions.” Ledek Reza chuckles. Kean's cold face can always be guessed, of course they have been friends a dozen years until the change in expression of each was enough they recognize.

“Ck, there's only lo! Where there I fell in love with a model girl so." her lips singled out a sarcastic smile. "And you know men, he swears I'm impotent all try. I haven't made him bunting!” kean's grunt made Reza laugh.

“Hahhaha.. Crazy, you're in vowin impotent same chick? How dare!”

“Iya, which is why I said she was wild.”

“But saucy gag?” Reza is getting more enthusiastic. Teasing Kean by asking about the opposite sex, was always enough to comfort him.

This time Kean looked at Reza with a page. It seemed like he was trying to remember the face of Disa. “Chick village.” With a faint smile on her lips.

Reza just nodded at his best friend's answer. He knew full well Kean's taste for a woman. Tall, white, sexy and classy. Usually, women who are close to him.

Unfortunately no one ever lasted more than 3 months as his girlfriend. Reza knows very well his best friend who selectively chooses a partner. Although it is rare to have a partner and is pursued by many women, it seems Kean still looks calm. He prefers to talk about the one woman he loves the most, the woman he left in that country.

*****

Returning from Lita's house, Disa stopped by the pawn shop at the end of her house. He intends to temporarily mortgage his necklace to replace Meri's money and living expenses before he gets a salary from his new workplace.

Yes, a while ago, Rani said that she had offered Disa to replace her at her new workplace. There are so many messages that Rani left if she later worked in the conglomerate family.

“Can, the salary is good but the mistress here tuh bawel and her daughter fuss. You have to be extra patient. And the big master was very fierce, this afternoon he just ngusir his first child out of the house. Pokonya lo strong-quatin deh ngadepin war badar almost every day in this house. And most importantly, don't get involved personally with them huh!” that sentence was ordered by Rina when telling the family condition of her former employer.

Not yet entered in the mind of Disa, what the shadow of the family told Rani. What is clear according to Rani, almost every month there are workers who quit or fired because they are considered unable to work there.

"Million and six hundred at best." the voice of Mr. Joseph broke the daydream of Disa.

The middle-aged man had just finished weighing and examining the pendant necklace belonging to Disa.

"Oh yes sir. Love me a deadline of 2 months yes sir, I will definitely take it again." Disa was still looking at the necklace that was currently in the hands of Mr. Joseph.

"Yes, can. Just do not forget to pay the monthly interest. By the way, if the locket wants to be removed and carried. This is not gold." Trying to remove the locket from his necklace.

"Don't sir." Holding Yusuf's hand as he thrust the pendant at Disa. "The reason I had to make up for this necklace, was because there was that pendant. If you give her pendant to me, I gag there's a reason to work harder and raise a lot of money." I'm Disa with his own face.

He tried to smile when Mr. Joseph looked at him in astonishment. To him the pendant was worth nothing to him but it turned out that to the young girl before him, this meant a lot.

"Yes, work hard so that you can immediately redeem this necklace."

"Yes sir, thank you."

Mr. Yusuf handed over several pieces of money in various colors and nominal. His pawnshop business is only a small pawnshop, so the money he has is not as red and stiff as the official pawnshop issued. But its existence is quite helpful to many people.

"I'll excuse you sir. Thank you." Thank you." Pamit Disa who was inspired by Mr. Yusuf.

He came out of a room dominated mostly by glass. Occasionally he turned his head back and smiled faintly at the building that was getting away from his steps.

"Mother, father, there will soon make it up to you." Inwardly Disa clasped the money in her hand tightly. For a while he had to part with his parents' only possessions and he had to work hard to get back to it.

In her step towards home, Disa still imagines what her life will be like in the house which said Rina has 8 rooms with more room area than her house.

“Jeez, means his employer kak rina is very rich.” Murmured Disa with many thoughts in her mind.

“Where are you from?” Meri's voice disperse all the daydreams of Disa.

Currently Meri was waiting for him in front of the door with a gaze that still held a vexation.

“Em anu tan, Disa from bu lita house, nyuci.” Answer the still stammering Disa.

Hands crossed in front of the chest with round eyes looking at her irritatedly, becoming the hallmark of Meri at this time. “Log in! Make dough donuts.” Tell Meri to enter her house.

Disa nodded obediently. In the living room as well as the family room, there is Damar who was enjoying eating his afternoon while watching his favorite cartoon. Only this was unchanged from Damar, watching a card movie. The rest, Disa no longer recognize Damar who used to be her best friend.

Disa follows Meri into the kitchen and accepts her task of kneading dough doughnuts. After washing his hands, Disa immediately kneaded the material that had been in the Meri dossier.

“Hem..” is just that Meri answer.

He sighed before starting his sentence. His eyes were still fixed on Meri's slightly bowed face. He wanted to see what kind of change his tantric expression was, because only from there could he understand what his tant was thinking. “Can you work tan, so waitress.” Can ventured to express his meaning.

Meri appears to be stopping her activities as well as Damar. He even shrank the volume of his television.

“Where?” Meri still asked me tightly.

“At the house of his former employer kak rina.” Sally with doubt.

“Go! You can get a big salary and eat well as much.” Again, Meri chimed in with a ketus. He didn't even look at it one bit.

Disa only nods while biting her own lips with a mute. “Can have lived almost 5 years in this house. And for 5 years this was very much a troublesome aunt. Hopeful, aunt gag hates the same Disa.” Disa turned to Meri who seemed busy herself with her nastar.

“Yes, how else, you are his favorite nephew mas sugih.” Sahut Meri with a rough breath.

“But now there's nobody anymore. Aunty could have ngusir Disa.” the sound of Disa sounded raucous.

“You think I'm that bad?!” Meri inflamed, he threw the brush that was in his hand earlier. It seemed like he was very upset by the sentence Disa a moment ago.

“Can know, so here's to say thanks. Thank you because aunt already love the same in and there if there is still a mother because there is aunty.” Disa smiled wryly at the end of her sentence with eyes that seemed to be holding a clear liquid in her fertilizer.

Meri did not chim in, she turned her face away from Disa and was seen wiping away the tears she was trying to hide.

Disa smiled faintly, yes like that Meri, behind her rude attitude, there was such a big and warm heart. “Can love same aunt and sister damar. Maybe there will rarely go home but hopefully aunt is always healthy.” Disa ended her sentence with tears on her reddish cheeks. It's the most profound outburst of feelings that Disa has ever expressed.

The guni did not respond in the slightest. He put the plastic gloves on and hurried away leaving Disa alone without a word. Disa knows, Meri is hiding her feelings in front of her.

In the distance was Damar who looked at him with an indescribable gaze. Disa only smiled faintly returning Damar's gaze.

Why does seeing the faces of these two people always make Disa feel the distress?

****

There's something different about Nita's gallery today. The art gallery that is usually occupied by many paintings and some people who are painting, this time it looks stretchy and replaced by the many musical instruments that have just arrived.

Reza is tidying up the gallery that switched functions into his music studio. After deciding to become one of the lecturers at the famous private campus, he opened a music studio. In addition to channeling his hobby, he can also use this place as a means of learning students later.

“Pak reza, this would be put where ya?” ask one of the builders who helped.

“Put it there first. I saw the warehouse was full of fear.” Reza moved from his seat.

"Good sir."

Reza went to the warehouse not far from where he was. There were some unfinished paintings and a complete set of painting tools.

“Mah, whose painting tool?” reza asked Nita who was arranging the layout of the flower vase.

Nita approached Reza to see the painting tool her son was referring to.

“Oh, it's got paradisa.” Sahut Nita when seeing a neatly arranged painting tool.

“Paradisa?” Reza quoted the name Nita mentioned. He began to pay attention to some ready-made paintings and 2 unfinished paintings.

“Yes, he's a painting boy here. If you are wrong he also studied at the campus where you are teaching now.” Nita Bright.

“The painting is good. Does he know if this gallery becomes a music studio?” Reza rubbed a painting that he thought was very interesting with the initials PS in the bottom right corner.

“Yes he knows that this gallery will be a music studio. He said anyway, he gag problem if the painting wants to be on display, just mamah confused should be on display on which side.”.

“PS this?”

“That was his initials, paradisa sandhya.”

“Beautiful name.” Reza was really fascinated by the painting that was in front of him.

“Yes, the person is also beautiful and sweet. Besides, he's good at design. She was able to make mamah design two very beautiful dresses and one of them asked aunt adela, make her make in her boutique.” Remember Nita on 2 beautiful skecth that she fought with her sister.

Reza just smiled. He began to wonder about the figure his mother had told him. As Reza knew, Nita very rarely told someone enthusiastically even though it was a girl. If this time Nita tells it, of course the girl is not an ordinary girl, right?

*****

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