Marry The Heir
Have fun.

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What was most uncomfortable to me at the moment was, feeling that it had been disappointing.

This morning was the morning I was waiting for the most and I was afraid. I sat down before the young master who was enjoying his breakfast, salted pancakes. As usual, breakfast was done in a quiet atmosphere where there was only the sound of spoons and forks clashing with the surface of the plate as a hymn that accompanied us to spend breakfast.

Last night, it seemed like the young master did not eat dinner so this morning his breakfast was quite a lot. His face was not as fresh as usual, when I woke up he said he would not exercise. It was like he had lost a lot of energy and made her uninspired.

From my place I noticed he was chewing his food slowly, either tasting the taste or thinking something in his mind. As her eyeballs moved as if glancing at me, I immediately turned my gaze in another direction. Not without reason, I still felt guilty but did not know where to start the conversation.

Young master is like a crossword puzzle to me. When declining so easily I answered his clue but when flat, I had to think extra to interpret the sentence that sometimes under normal conditions I did not understand the point.

You're too complicated for me sir. But unfortunately, I've started to enjoy guessing what you're thinking. Like my brain cells are working and my feelings are trying to be more sensitive, guessing what he feels.

“What time will you leave?” suddenly he asked.

“Awh,” I was a little stirring when suddenly my tongue was bitten by my own teeth. Eating while daydreaming, yes that's the risk.

He raised his face which was just down and looked at me. Looking at the look in his eyes, like there was some ice melting in my head that often blank when looking at the sharp concentrated net when looking at me.

“Oh, half hour 10 master. I'm waiting for news from kak reza.” I'm putting down some of my sentences.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “Contact him, ask to pick up early. There is a demo at some point, you can be late.” He said, pushing his phone closer to me.

I was still staring, looking at the phone of the brand apple bitten by the latest output in front of me. How to use it, I don't even know. At first glance I see the wallpaper he uses is a pair of hands that are grasping each other. The woman's hands were white with plump fingers and transparent cuttings that made her nails sparkle when the photo was taken. On his ring finger was a ring that was elegantly embedded.

Whose hand is it, why is it so beautiful? Thought.

“Why?” the young master's voice made me aware of my daydream.

I quickly turned her head and she looked at me and then looked back down to enjoy her food after our gaze met.

“I, not too familiar with your phone mister.” My word. I think it's better to be honest than to be ashamed.

There was a young master sighing deeply, then picked up the cell phone lying before us. For a moment he was glued, looked at his own phone screen and then turned to look at me. I just smiled, it seemed like he was starting to realize that I shouldn't have seen the display on his personal belongings.

He was getting busy with his stuff. Put the spoon down and contact someone. His facial expression seemed to change when it had been a long time that flat object was in his ears but no sound was heard.

“Ting keg!” switch bell sound that makes us compact turned.

“I,” I pointed at the door that was behind me with my thumb. His young master simply nodded and put back his phone.

I walked a little quickly to the door. When I opened, there was a man leaning against the wall and looking back with a smile as I opened the door.

“Kak reza,.” The man smiled handsomely, making me have to open my eyes several times to be immediately aware of a real beauty in front of me.

“Morning sa,” sapanya. His deep voice, felt pierced into the recesses of my heart.

“Again kak.” I opened the door wider.

She flashed before me and I was sure, my warm face was currently blushing red. God, I really can't hide my feelings.

“Young master is having breakfast inside.” Said, nervous.

“Okey. Looks like I'll have breakfast here too.”

“Please.” My solute.

How happy I feel right now. The cold mornings, like there was sunlight warming me and making the ice in my heart melt. Reza's sister was like a beautiful dream that I never wanted to end. God, I admire him so much.

His sturdy body, his field shoulders and his smile. Everyone, I like it.

“Bro!” kak Reza's voice was like a melody as he called out to the young master.

I quickly woke up from my daydream, followed her from behind and went to the dinner table to prepare breakfast for her.

“Pantes I call not picked up, already on the road apparently.” Said the young master who received the embrace of his best friend.

I was always amazed by their closeness that was more like brothers.

“Oh, you call me?”

“Hem. He said there was a demo at some point. Can be jammed if you want to leave for the exhibition too late.” I must admit, young master is a good friend. They are lucky to have each other.

“So that's why I left early. Anyway, I want to take ps first. Our battle at that time will fail.”

“Hahaha.. Ready. Yes already, lo breakfast first, let strong ngehadepin me.” Challenge the young master.

I got you one pancake for brother Reza, “Still sa.” The words I heard were so sweet.

I just nodded and smiled. Within a few minutes we continued our breakfast. Young master and sister Reza were engrossed in conversation. While I was, still with my pancakes and a fascination for the blue-sweater man in front of me.

God, my heart seems pretty tired, it keeps pounding so hard even just from seeing Reza smile. Hihihi, I'm anxious myself.

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“Lo not coming with bro?” Reza asked again, moments before he left.

“No, I want to rest at home.” Timpal Kean chose to sit on the sofa. “Again, the cave is not too familiar with painting. Enjoy your time lo.” Imbabuhnya gulp vegetable juice made by Disa.

For him, there is nothing interesting from just looking at colorful colors that he himself does not understand the meaning of the maker. Beautiful, maybe that was the only impression he saw. For him, seeing the same painting as he had to think hard guessing the meaning of the maker and it did not become interesting for him.

Maybe staying at home, playing the play station, checking some work makes the day even more fun.

“Lo need refreshing also bro, do not think of the work of mulu. You look at the outside world. Don't lose to girls who play outside until malem.” Ledek Reza sat next to his best friend.

Kean slightly chuckled at the words of his best friend. It's true, lately he's been happier at home. Probably lost to the girls of today. “Lo knows, I'm full the same as I am. Hanging out, drinking, seeing the outside world and other insanities. Now, I'm not interested anymore.” Steady as he gulped back his drink.

Reza looked at her best friend with a smile. I remember when they both lived in America. Kean is indeed a member of a group of wayward children on his campus. Recalcitrant boy who according to him is still within reasonable limits. There are a lot of things that he has tried and it is not strange that he has felt enough.

“But you haven't tried to find a girl at the exhibition?” whisper with a thin smile.

Kean looked over and then sniffed his shoulder.

“The girl who has a high understanding of art, I think is very sexy. They have their own way of showing who they are.” Continue with convincing.

Kean screeched annoyed at the words of his best friend.

“Lo invite girls to the exhibition and your goal is still to nyari girls?” ask him in disbelief. He thought, Reza the casanova has changed, in fact not yet.

“Not that I mean bro. This is an offer for lo.”

Kean just shook his head at the words of his best friend. “Stop messing around. Not all women can lo mainin.” Strictly without looking at Reza in the slightest.

In his hand, he grasped a glass of juice which he had half sipped.

“Gue never intended to mess with women. It's just, sometimes I don't have enough alesan to survive or to go further.” Reza said with a page gaze fixed on the television show in front of him.

“BRAK!”

Kean put his glass down violently and Reza just turned her head without comment. He moved from his place, but as he was about to step into his room, there was the sound of the guest room door opening.

For a moment he was glued, when he saw someone coming out of the room. It was Disa who had appeared from behind the door and had changed clothes. His usual hair was braided, this time left to be broken. It looks so sweet with the dress it wears.

Kean smiled faintly, before finally coming to his senses from his attitude.

“Waw.” Reza was fascinated.

Disa only blushed while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Aready?” ask Reza.

Disa was also nodding with lips pengkulum smile.

“Have fun.” That's the only sentence Kean said once and then patted his best friend on the shoulder.

“Thanks bro.” timpanya, without taking his eyes off Disa.

For a moment Kean turned to Disa before he left without saying anything. Only the chest that he rubbed slowly and a gust of breath sounded harsh.

“Depart now?” tawar Reza is still fascinated by the appearance of Disa.

“Hem.” That's only His answer.

They then stepped aside. Sometimes Reza turned his head and Disa just blushed.

Up there, how does he feel?

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