Marry The Heir
When I woke up one morning

Half the journey has been through Reza and Disa to the place of the painting exhibition. In half of the journey, they were quieter. Reza who focuses on the road in front of him and Disa who also sat tensely saw the traffic jam of Jakarta this morning.

Sure enough, if only they left late, perhaps they would not really be able to arrive at the exhibition in time. The employees who were doing a demo, making this wide street feel so narrow that the road as if controlled by a giant snake that runs slowly break the traffic jam.

“I can turn on the music box?” Reza broke the silence between them.

“Iya kak,” sahut Disa.

Box music began to light up, is a duet song sound Arsy widianto and his duet partner who was playing on one of the radio stations. Apparently, the romantic song that makes this paper is indeed being requested by many ABGs.

Jemari Reza who was on the steering wheel was stomping along with his music as if dissolved in a line of verses that sounded admiring each other. Disa just smiled, looking at what Reza was doing.

“If it jams gini, it's good to hear the song. But if it is too slow also the luggage makes sleepy.” Said Reza who stepped on the brake pedal again because the car in front of them again stopped. The sore also alternates stepping on the brake and gas pedal continuously.

“Maybe kak reza can listen to more upbeat songs so do not sleepy.” Advice Disa.

“Didn't you like this song? I tried to find another.”

“Eh no need.” Stopping Reza's hand that almost moved his radio channel, “I really like it. Just so dehayangin aja, cute children like they already think of love. Gemes.” Disa smiled anxiously at herself as she imagined the singer's face.

“Which you think makes funny, their faces what is their interaction?” reza likes to ask detailed questions.

“Opens them.” Sahut Disa with certainty.

“Emang how old do you think they are? Same age as you.”

“Oh yes? I thought they were kids. What's my wasteful face?” Can self-examined the reflection of his face from the small rearview mirror before him.

“Hahaha.. No, you're not wasteful. Still cute.” Timpal Reza rubbed Disa's head.

His body quickly became stiff. Like a shy princess who was touched, it felt like she was starting to wrinkle.

“Oh sorry.” Reza realized that his attitude made Disa uncomfortable. Of course, Reza's sudden attitude was like sending electricity to his heart that made his heart pump blood faster throughout the body.

“Hehe.. Not pa-pa.” timpal Disa who immediately turned his face away from Reza and chose to look out the window.

His hand held the button of his shirt which felt like it was pounding in rhythm with his rapid heartbeat. He really has to control his feelings. Adjusting his breath that hunts and exhales slowly and longer. He touched his own face which was warm.

Reza, who saw what Disa was doing, smiled. It turned out that the girl beside him was very innocent.

“You know sa,” trying to melt the suddenly awkward atmosphere.

“Ya?” finally Disa looked.

“Today naomi participated in the fashion show at her modeling study. She wears the clothes you designed.”

“Oh yes?” his eyes widened rapidly. He forgot that he was very nervous.

“Iya. I'll see her picture later.”

“Iya brother. I can shadow, naomi must be very beautiful wearing that shirt.” Suddenly, Disa imagines what Naomi looks like right now. Although he has not seen what kind of fabric Adela used to realize his daughter's dream clothes but can imagine that the fabric Adela chose was as she hoped at that time.

“You are talented, you should not drop out of school.” Reza turned back to Disa for a while.

He looked at the man beside him. Although they only looked at her for a moment, it was enough to make Disa blush.

“I did drop out of school, but I didn't drop out of studying kak.”

“There is always a way to find knowledge even if not through college.” Disa looked so excited that Reza nodded in agreement. His round, gloomy eyes stared at the streets before him with a line of optimistic smiles rising.

“You're right. Breaking up college doesn't mean you can't study anymore. Up ahead, there must be plenty of opportunities for you. Spirit yes!” again Reza rubbed his head and made Disa back nodding.

“Iya kak.” Although only a few seconds Reza's hand rubbed his head, but the swish in his heart lasted long enough.

Back in silence, only the voice of the radio announcer began to be heard. Luckily the building right at the exhibition was already seen in front there and soon they arrived, so Disa could calm herself again. Adjacent to Reza made his chest cavity bloat quickly.

One gas surge and Reza's car arrived in the courtyard of the building where the exhibition took place. When they arrived, they were greeted by the many congratulatory wreaths that lined up from outside the building.

Reza chose a parking lot outside the fence. He thought, so it would be easier if he would come home later.

“Yuk!” take Reza when they've stopped right at the parking line.

Disa immediately removed her seatbelt and went down after Reza.

Reza and Disa walk to the exhibition building. Since entering the exhibition building, Disa's eyes were stunned by the many works of art that adorned the plain walls of cream. Not only that, there are also many paintings on display above Easel and arranged with aesthetic.

“Liat over there is the work of abdullah suriosubroto.” Show Reza on a landscape painting.

“Wah Yes.” Disa walked quickly to where the painting was on display. Reza, who saw Disa's behavior, only smiled faintly. It turned out to be very funny to see Disa when she was interested in something. His eyes were burning and there was life there.

“Wawww...” He was fascinated by the painting in front of him. His hands moved to touch the canvas coated with colorful paint. His heart was also shaken, the color of the paint seemed alive and made Disa able to sigh with relief.

“You like it?” asked Reza who was standing next to him.

“Iya. Very beautiful.” Mumbled.

Reza looked at the painting in front of him. The painting with a size of 60 x 80 cm is indeed very beautiful in view of the eye.

For a moment, like their minds were carried away on this legendary piece of art.

Some of their paintings are approaching. He was with his ever-expanding smile, as if he was in his beautiful world. Samar Reza heard the sound of his cell phone ringing which he immediately replied and slightly moved away.

In his imagination, like waking up in a quiet morning, with the squeaks of birds flying in front of the bedroom window. As he opened the window of his room, then the sight was visible. In one corner of the painting, a group of young boys are pictured running bare-chested toward a river that drains clear water. It was as if he had heard the sound of their cheerful laughter making him laugh with joy. There was a warmth that filled his heart.

Cool, like he could feel the air sweeping across his innocent face.

“You like it?” an unfamiliar voice sounded beside Disa. Not Reza's but a man in a hat who is none other than Kean.

*******

A while ago,

Silence with the reason of wanting to rest his body turned out to be the most lame reason Kean had ever made. His body was indeed lying on the bed, with eyes that seemed to seriously stare at the plain screen of the laptop but, his mind was not here.

As Disa and Reza were leaving, he saw them walking in stride with a smile that never escaped his lips. It seems like it's as beautiful as falling in love. And at that moment, his mind seemed to go along with the footsteps of those who were getting away. His intention to not think about his feelings since last night and be mediocre was not as easy as he planned.

If only his feelings were not as sensitive as they are today, maybe last night and now he can sleep soundly in his room.

Walking in the park with a small barbell in his hand, not enough to take his mind off the shadow of the togetherness of Disa and Reza.

What are they doing in the car? What are they talking about? What was Disa's laughter like when she came out of this house? And there are many more questions that Kean can't guess the answer to.

That's why he's here. With his sports car he split the traffic jam and chose an alternative road that might speed him up to this place.

Upon entering, everything seemed foreign to Kean. Many paintings with beautiful colors were pampering his eyes but this was not the place he should be. What he did in this place, he himself did not know the reason.

Just curious? Might as well.

Or is there something else that makes him so rushed to get to this place?

Hah, this is not the place he should go to. Maybe he shouldn't have come to this place. But, just as he was about to turn around, he saw the moss-green-clad girl standing in front of the painting.

Let's just say he's curious about what Disisa's looking at. His steps were slow and hesitant, but he continued. Upon arriving beside Disa, the girl seemed to be under the magic of a dominant orange painting.

“You like it?” tanyanya.

“Very.” Said Disa who then closed her eyes, sighing deeply with a thin smile that never faded from her face.

Kean, who was standing next to her, smiled as he looked at Disa's face. It was so soothing to see that innocent face close its eyes. The proximity of the two, making him able to see the lentic lashes of Disa as if weaving each other with light brown color on both eyelids. Her slightly filled and pink lips looked smiling. He likes it in this painting.

Look at the painting in front of Disa. Trying to figure out what's interesting about this painting but the imagination doesn't get there. What does this color combination mean even he does not understand.

“What comes to your mind when you see this painting?” he finally chose to ask. Guessing someone's intentions is not his expertise let alone the mind of someone who has a high imagination. He prefers something realistic that he can think of with a logic.

“A painting, not for the master to think, just feel the color, his soul and the strong bond between the painter and his work.” Timpal Disa with smooth and expressive.

Kean smiled faintly, as it turned out that even though the girl beside him closed her eyes, he knew that the one currently standing next to him was not Reza.

So, why didn't he ask why Kean had come?

Yes, Disa knows that the one standing next to her is Kean not Reza. From his voice, from his stiff gelagat and of course from the fragrance of clothing that he is very familiar with. Kean is not the type who likes to use perfume but it is from there that he is so familiar with the fragrance of his young master.

What's he coming for?

It feels like there is no need to ask, because everyone always has a reason to come and go without the need to ask.

“Then how do you feel?” he looked again who began to focus on staring fixedly at the painting before him.

He breathed deeply without opening his eyes.

“I imagine if I woke up one beautiful morning. With the birdsong and the sound of children's laughter that make a heavy day will pass quickly.”

“Listening to their laughter seems to make me realize that the world already has its own melody that makes me think, just laugh with people who are near you. Grab your hand and enjoy your day and nothing will be heavy. Let everything flow”

Slowly Disa opened her eyes and Kean was still with his feelings that began to link to the painting in front of him.

“One day, I want to wake up among those kids. In their laughter, she was between the small steps of their feet and the funny babble that made me come laughing. It would be great to see them grow up well and happy to live their day.”

“Seems like you really want to feel loved?” sela Kean's.

Disa shakes. “Enough for me not to feel alone.” Timpal Disa's.

Slowly. Kean began to understand what Disa was thinking. Unknowingly, his hands moved closer and closer to Disa until the backs of their hands touched each other and Kean could feel the warmth of the surface of Disa's fingers moving slowly like a little jerk.

“Didn't you feel that such days would be pleasant sir?” this time Disa turned her head and looked at Kean. Enough page but then he seemed to wake up to something to choose to turn his face back and look at the painting.

“Hem, would be nice.” Reply Kean.

Disa and Kean both turned their hands close together and compactly pulled them away from each other. Disa smiled faintly while Kean rubbed his nape awkwardly.

I don't know what just happened. In the same second they are dissolved and linked to a feeling of happiness because it is there for each other.

Why does it feel so good?

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