Marry The Heir
Smells

Time is so fast rolling. From noon to sunset, the time they passed by was completely unfeelable. They spent the whole day outside until the end of the night and they had to go home.

After dinner, Kean immediately drove Disa to the main house. Kean's car stopped in front of the gate and he seemed to have no intention of entering let alone greeting the mansion. For a moment, they were glued to each other with their own thoughts.

“Are you coming down sir?”

I could dare to ask. Kean just fell silent without even looking at the main house. His hands were clutching the steering wheel firmly with a face that looked cold. The reluctance is too obvious to just go in and greet the residents of the house.

“Come.” He said without looking at Disa.

For a while Disa stared at the large house in the light of the lamp. Although it has all the luxury facilities like Kean does not feel that it is his home. There must always be a clear reason for him to enter the house. Forcing it is certainly not a good way.

“Good sir. Thank you for today. Good night.” Finally Disa pampered. He took off the seat belt and Kean was still in his place without any reaction.

Until finally Disa down and without waiting for a long car Kean drove away from Disa.

Can only sigh in anger. I don't know what the problems faced by this family until Kean was so lazy even just to ask their news. But he realized, not his part to get involved further. Just follow what Kean said a few days ago, “Just do your duty and don't get involved too far.”

Maybe that's what he should be doing right now.

The atmosphere was quiet when Disa entered the main house through the back door and there was no one in the kitchen. If you look at the clock, it looks like the residents of the house have entered their respective rooms and the work of the servants is finished.

She was allowed to go into her room, take off her shoes and sit on her dresser chair. Staring at the figure of himself in the mirror and, “Gosh!” he cried when he realized that he was still wearing Kean's jacket.

Back then, on the way home Kean did lend his jacket to Disa. During the trip Kean opened the roof of his car and a gust of night air pierced to the bone. Seeing Disa shuddering in the cold, the man lent his jacket to Disa. When he came home, he forgot to return it. Kean is pretty gentle.

Can rubbed his chest wrapped in Kean's jacket. His lips seemed to curl a smile. He smelled Kean's jacket slightly mixed with Kean's body scent. Apparently, the scent of his body was firmly attached to this jacket so it felt like Kean was always beside him complete with facial expressions and the look in his eyes.

If he thought about it, he would still not be able to guess what his young master thought. The change in his expression can be very fast and in a matter of seconds his mood can change. In Disa's view, Kean is not a typical person who easily expresses his thoughts and feelings. Sometimes what he said was not in accordance with the attitude he showed.Sometimes it makes Disa fret. Everything Kean did and said, it was too easy to imprint on his memory and hard for him to forget.

Huh, what exactly happened?

He could cover his face with both hands. Rubbing it rough and he realized that the night was getting late. He took off the jacket he was wearing and hung it on the hanger. For a while he still looked at it with an erratic mind.

“I will return it soon sir.” He muttered as he rubbed the jacket that was now hanging on the wall.

Tilting his head to the left and right when he felt his sore neck then tied his hair high. His neck he massaged several times to reduce soreness. Maybe a warm bath can relax the muscles of his body.

Elsewhere, Kean had just arrived at his home. Throwing his car keys on the table, he dropped his body onto the sofa. Sitting there with your feet raised to the table. He massaged his temple, quite tiring today but very pleasant.

Yes, everything was so nice that he finally had to drive Disa home and go back to see the house.

Every time he saw the house dominated by white and gold, Kean's heart always throbbed in pain. There was too much pain when he imagined what had happened a few years ago in that house. It may have been a long time ago and he was a child at the time. But his memories are so imprinted that it feels so hard to forget the pain of being neglected and wasted.

Finally, he chose to lay his body on the sofa. His mind glared far away, staring at the white ceiling of his house. The more shadows the face appeared in his mind, the longer it became clearer and reminded him of pain and anger.

Kean breathed deeply. Trying to suppress all those memories to get back into his subconscious. Slowly he closed his eyes, set his breath and little by little the shadows that appeared in his mind faded.

"Once, forget it." he murmured, suggesting to himself.

If only Reza had not asked him to look after Disa, maybe he would not have to take Disa home. He could book a taxi and definitely Disa arrived safely. But, considering Disa's face all day, he began to doubt, is it true that He drove Disa just because of Reza's request? Couldn't he refuse?

“Tring!” a message went into his phone that felt vibrating in his pants pocket.

Kean lazily checked it out and soon his smile came up.

“Goodnight sir, have you arrived home?” as soon as the contents of the message line sent Disa.

“Hem, a few minutes ago.” The reply. He put his phone on his chest and waited for a reply from Disa. He imagined Disa using her new phone with a face that was still a little confused like this afternoon.

“Thank God. Oh yes, I forgot to return my jacket. I wash first yes sir.” Kean smiled again reading Disa's message. He forgot to ask for his jacket back, which he lent.

“Of course. Make sure none of your smells are still stuck in my jacket.”

“About me smell?” very quickly he replied. Must be a little upset.

Kean chuckled at reading Disa's reply. Can he imagine the current Disa by sniffing the smell of his own body with an uncertain face that often makes him want to laugh.

True, Disa was indeed smelling her own body odor. She had finished her bath, still wearing her bath kimono with her hair rolled up in a towel. He smelled his body, left and right. Nothing seems to smell. But Kean's words made him doubtful. Hah, it's that easy to make Disa insecure.

“Do you think?” reply Kean who made Disa scrunch his forehead.

“It does not seem sir. I used to shower twice a day and started changing clothes every time I was outside. So it definitely doesn't smell.” Reply with certainty.

Kean increasingly chuckled at the expression of Disa's face that was upset because it was considered smelly. His mind began to drift. He no longer thinks of annoying things. Disturbing Disa turned out to be enough to make her mood rise.

Over there, Disa still looked at her phone screen and waited for a reply from Kean. Honey, a few minutes passed by Kean did not return the message.

“Issh! Young master where the hell is it? Does he really think I stink?” it feels like Disa is getting insecure.

Rather than continue to think about Kean's words, he finally chose to turn on his ipad. Started designing clothes for him to send in the race. Hopefully, his efforts pay off and make his future better.

Yeah, I hope so.

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“Good morning sir.” Sapa Disa that morning.

He intends to wake Kean up but who would have thought Kean went down first and has been wearing full sportswear.

“Pagi.” Legally. As he went down the stairs, he paid little attention to Disa. It feels like this morning Disa is a little different. Her hair was neater, her face was probably a little in makeup and this, Kean snuffed his nose as he was right in front of Disa.

There is a smell that is quite stinging and disturbing according to him.

“Please mr.” Disa offered a glass of water but Kean quickly held it back.

“Only there.” Show it on the middle room table. It seemed that he did not want Disa to come closer.

“Oh good sir.” Sahut Disa who immediately went to the table and put a glass of water complete with water in the tumbler to take Kean to the gym.

Before Disa returned to her place, Kean was still glued to her place. He had just taken his drinking water when Disa had returned to the kitchen and resumed her work.

One sip of drinking water in a toilet glass already.

From his place, Disa felt that Kean was keeping a distance with her. He tried to sniff the smell of his own body but what was smelled was the fragrance of Wati perfume that he asked this morning.

Since receiving the message from Kean last night, Disa has been a little insecure. Before leaving he met his friends and told them some brief conversations with Kean.

“Em, you don't stink. Just not scented.” Tina said while sniffing the smell of Disa's body.

“Yang really, brother? Is my body odor bothering me enough?” He is increasingly insecure.

“No, I mean you don't smell perfume. That's aja. Is it ti?” turning he asked Wati who was listening with a face that was still sleepy.

“Iyaa.. Hwaaaa..” he is still yawning. It was too early to ask for their opinion. “You use my perfume. Keep on wearing lipstick. Don't like sick people, shoots are.” Said Wati who went to take her make up.

Disa flipped her body, looking at her own face in the mirror that was in the kitchen. She does look a little pale because she does not like to wear makeup.

“Yes anyway, I'm kind of a pucket.” Touching his own face then biting his natural pink seedlings.

"Sst." Suddenly Wati sprayed her perfume on Disa.

“Jeez, not most of this?” exclaiming Disa who still closed her eyes, got perfume spray from Wati.

“Ngak. It smells like a Korean girl. Young master would love.” Wati. Not only that, he also polished his lips with a little lipsticks. “Udah, it's been mendingan tuh.” Imbuhnya.

Disa looked back at her face in the mirror and was not too pale if her lips were slightly colored.

And this is how it is now. Scented perfume and jingle a little red. He re-smelled his perfume and thought a little, “What is too much perfume huh?” muttered. He was more doubtful about his appearance.

But thinking about her perfume, she remembered something to tell Kean.

“Sorry sir, earlier the revelation said, the manager of the town house told me that the water channel is in repair. So maybe this whole day there will be no water to shower.” Light of Disa from his place.

“Then, is there no water at all? How do you cook?” sahut Kean was wearing his sports shoes.

“For cooking I can use gallon water, it's just that it may not be able to wash dishes and dirty cutlery.” Terang Disa's.

Kean was silent for a moment. He took his phone and tried to contact someone.

“Send some gallon drinking water for supplies at home, the drains here are dead.” Tell him by phone. He seemed to be silent for a moment listening to the voice over there. “Ya. Don't be too noon.” Then he ended his call.

“Bu kinar will send water carrier car. So you don't have to worry.” Said later.

“Good sir.” Disa nodded obediently. It's as easy as domestic problems to overcome by Kean. Of course thanks to Kinar.

Not long Kean went to exercise with a small run. Time to move his body and look for sweat. While Disa returned with her cooking task while thinking about the perfume she wore.

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