Marry The Heir
If only I could be honest now

Shafira's training intensified as the event commemorating Kartini's day drew closer. The melody made by Malvin sounds beautiful, blending harmony with the melodious voice of Shafira. His friends, who were sitting at the side of the hall, seemed amazed to enjoy the appearance of Shafira and Malvin.

"... The holy delicate hand. Raise this body. Body soul and whole life, he's willing to give..."

verse by verse the song continues to flow making Andini the vocal teacher to enjoy the performance of Shafira. They were compactly clapping when the song was finished in Shafira's singing.

"Vin, uh,.." Nara immediately ran over with a bottle of mineral water that she had thrust at Malvin.

"Now, you must be really tired. You were really cool vin," said Nara in her panja style

Shafira just turned her head and ignored Malvin and Nara.

"Thanks ra's. But I'm not thirsty yet. Perhaps a thirsty fira." glanced at Shafira with the corner of his eyes.

Nara glanced in annoyance then screeched. "Ck, she's the princess. Time can not buy drinking water doang." cynical.

Malvin just smiled at Nara's reply which pursed his lips in annoyance.

Shafira hears Nara's words, only she chooses to ignore them. For him, there was no business between him and Nara.

"Here's a fir, there's something I want to talk about a little." Andini called out to Shafira who looked lazy. Not because of a day of training but because of circumstances that make his mood immediately plummeted.

Sitting in the chair in front of Andini followed by Diana and her friends.

"Gue go there first." said Malvin who followed Shafira and her friends.

"Gee! Malvin's." Nara is upset but does not make Malvin turn around. Finally he decided to get out of the music room after previously glancing at Shafira cynically.

"You two look good. Suitable to be gongnya. It's just that, the expression of the fira is still lacking, dikiiittt again. Can be added, right?" ask Andini.

Shafira just nodded. For days he tried to collect his feelings while singing the song but until now it is still very difficult.

"Yes ma'am, I'll try it even better." he tried to support it. However, he must show the best for the good name of his school.

"Yes, I believe in you" rubbed Shafira's shoulders gently. "And for malvin, maybe it's good, in a part without song, you play a little bit more sad tone again but not too sharp. So that the sound of the firas mated with the same melody."

"Good ma'am." Malvin was always obedient.

Shafira glanced at Malvin who was serious about listening to Andini's kalimaat. The music that accompanies it is indeed very beautiful to sometimes almost make it carried away. It's just like there's a hook that hasn't been linked to his heart.

"Cie, have married." said Diana who made her friends laugh.

"Ih, what the hell are you at." Shafira nudged Diana's arm in annoyance. Malvin looked over with a faint smile.

"Singing fir, singing. Isn't it mom?" timpal Diana with passion.

"Well, what are you talking about?" Andini even teased.

"Cieeee.." compact friends Shafira exclaims.

"You ah!" grunt with annoyance. He returned to his cold face mode as his friends continued to flirt.

From where Malvin was smiling. There was a sense of anxiety as he looked at Shafira's blushing face after a long time of looking cold and indifferent as they met.

"Why should you hate me so much?" malvin's inner self without letting go of Shafira's misbehavior.

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Called him several times, connected but not answered.

Upset, that's what Kean is feeling right now.

He went back to check his house cctv and again, Disa was not there. When they had just met, how could they meet secretly outside the house again. Tried to contact Kinar and soon his call was answered.

“What's there in the main house?” ask him quickly.

“Can?” The backlash of asking and the question made Kean even more upset. “No sir, he has not returned.” Looks like Kinar was already looking for Disa.

The call was broken and his phone was thrown at the table.

“Where else did this child go?” muttered Kean while massaging his dizzy forehead. Why Disa likes to travel without asking her permission.

Come Roy with a stack of documents in his hand and that makes Kean sigh rough.  Lately his frustration has always increased and made his feelings more uncomfortable.

“Is there a problem sir?” it seemed like Roy was starting to read the change in his master's expression.

Kean exhaled in annoyance, as Roy asked for some reason why his irritation was becoming more and more.

“Can get used to ignoring my phone. He'll apologize later this afternoon. Where exactly did he go?” grumbled Kean in annoyance.

“Can you?” Roy was a little surprised to hear the name Kean called.

Kean did not chim in, his focus turning to the laptop before him. Never mind, maybe he should finish first his work that makes him dizzy. But at the very least, his mind could be distracted.

By late afternoon, Kean was home early. At 5pm he arrived home. The house was still as quiet and neat as ever. He took a glass of water and sat down on the sofa with his shoulders rested and his feet on the table. Sighing his breath long and trying to calm his chaotic mind.

The television accompanied him to spend time. On his lap he turned on another laptop displaying a report sent by his subordinates. Seriously enough he read it and corrected some parts until suddenly the sound of the door dragging.

“Good afternoon sir.” Sapa Disa who appeared from behind the door. He was quite surprised to find Kean who had arrived home when the sun was still visible.

His forehead seemed to be wrinkled at Kean's attitude this afternoon. He thought maybe his young master was doing a lot of work so his mood was not good. Hah, he had to get used to Kean's often sudden change of attitude.

In his study Kean continued his work. He also turned on CCTV which showed Disa was doing her job. Not long before Grace entered the kitchen and gave a bag to Disa. A little attention, it looks like it's the tote bag that used to be Disa. They chatted for a while and not long after that Disa pulled her phone out of her tote bag.

“Tring” one message goes to Kean's phone which he then opens.

“Good afternoon sir. Sorry sir's call was not answered by me. My bag was left with my phone in it. Can I help you sir?” the message sent by Disa.

Kean just clucked. He simply ignored the message of Disa. All he needed was a reply this afternoon, not this time.

While playing his phone, Kean noticed Disa who was still busy with the small object. Sometimes he was seen smiling, out of whom the phone he answered.

Kean's getting pissed. It could be that Disa ignored his call while he was busy talking to others. Maybe Reza.

He decided to get out of his study and quietly approached Disa in the kitchen.

“Yes, thanks a lot already in the anterin his bag. Sorry ngerepotin.” That's the sentence Kean heard when Disa called.

Kean smiled sarcastically, really this girl, he thought.

Unbeknownst to him, Kean was already standing behind him and picked up Disa's phone.

“Tu-lord?” Disa immediately turned around with a dumbfounded face.

Kean held up his mobile phone high and stared at it sharply.

“You know the reason bu kinar does not allow you to use your phone while working here?” ask her cynically.

Disa simply shook her head with a face turned tense. His attempt to snatch the phone from Kean's hand, he simply paused. Seen that his neck was moving up and down swallowing his saliva rough, he realized that his young master was angry.

“Because I can do this,.”

“PRANK!” the little phone he dropped just like that until the parts were removed and scattered on the floor.

Disa gasped with her eyes wide, either out of shock or out of annoyance. He wanted to protest but did not dare.

“Why, do you want to be angry?” asked Kean who walked over making Disa inching and took a few steps back.

Only his head shook, with hands trembling in fear.

“BRUK!”

Disa again flinched as Kean pressed the kitchen set door over Disa's head and her long hand leaned there.

“You ignored my phone but when someone else called, it seemed like you were very happy.” Cynical with a gaze that locked the sight of Disa.

His face looked pale. He did not expect that Kean would respond like this.

“Sorry, my master didn't mean it that way. Last time my bag was left in,” Disa did not continue the sentence. I doubt whether he should tell the truth or not.

“Where?” ask Kean. “In the gallery or in someone's car?” the question became more and more urgent and Disa just scrunched her forehead.

Looking at Disa's increasingly tense face, it felt like her guess was right. He was more and more convinced as he saw the paint stain on his apron.

Pulling his body away from Disa. He took a few steps back while rubbing his face violently.

“Are you happy to do it all here?” finally Kean asked softly while leaning his body against the wall. His eyes were still staring at Disa closely.

Disa nodded slowly. Maybe Kean already knows what he's doing so he better not hide anything anymore.

And looking at the softly nodded Disa, his heart grew more and more stifled. On one hand he was happy to see Disa who looked happy but on the other, there was a sense of torment that he could not say. I don't know since when he has envy the happiness of others.

“I'm happy if you're happy with what you're doing.” His word. “Then it means you are very happy only when with my friend.” he continued in heart. Maybe he should start to organize his heart and not envy the happiness felt by others.

“Master, I,.”

Quickly Kean raised his hand and pointed his index finger asking Disa to be quiet. “Already there. You are here to carry out your duties. Then simply complete your obligations without having to think of anything else.” Stringency.

Once, he moved out of his place. Go back to his room to sleep for a while, or maybe continue his work. Or whatever could clear his mind. It took him a little longer to calm his heart.

Seeing Kean leaving just like that, somehow Disa's feelings started to get uncomfortable. These days, he hasn't answered Kean's phone in a certain amount of time. There's something he has to do and Kean shouldn't know. But it seemed, his intentions did not end well and instead made everything go awry.

At first he wanted to convince Kean what he was doing because he cared but again, maybe it was true that he had gone too deep into the dark hallway without knowing which way to turn.

He breathed heavily. He crouched down, picking up one by one his scattered pieces of cell phones. Returning to recall Kean's expression a moment ago, as he looked so disappointed at her.

“So soon sir, I beg you to wait a little while longer and you will see it.” He muttered as he looked at the pieces of his phone that were still scattered on the floor.

If only he could be honest now, would things change?

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