Marry The Heir
Lunch with the model

Domestic work is sometimes exhausting. After finishing holding the water into several containers, this time continued on to another important job of cooking lunch. It was almost 1 pm and Disa was still struggling with her work.

There were firm footsteps coming down the stairs, it was definitely Kean's footsteps who had just finished bathing. After the sport, he helped Disa and Revelation who were busy holding water in several containers. Even though it was banned, he still happily joined. He even seemed familiar talking to the driver of a clean water carrier. This young master is indeed quite difficult to predict.

“Lunch will be ready in 10 minutes sir.” Said Disa from the kitchen.

“Hem.” That's the only answer. He sat on the sofa, turned on the television and before long he seemed busy with his cell phone. The sound on television is only considered a breaker of silence in this house.

“Ting keg!” bell's voice sounded.

Disa immediately stopped its activities but when it will move, it looks Kean who first stood up.

“Just continue your work.” His word. Looks like he does not want the cooking show Disa paused.

“Oh, good sir.” Timpal Disa returned to continue his work.

Kean opens the door for his guests and when the door opens, “Wah, thank goodness you are at home.” Excited Reza while patting his best friend's shoulder.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum.” So insinuated Kean.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Hahahahha..” Sahutya. “Lo know who is with me?” his fishing line while lifting his two thick eyebrows.

“Who?” tanyakanya.

Reza shifted a little, then a woman began to look from behind Reza's body. A beautiful woman who had not seen him for a long time. “Tadaaa…. The one and only, princess Claire.” Exclaims.

Kean looked dumbfounded for a while when he saw an unexpected figure about to stand before him.

“Hay yan.” So say hello Clara.

“Oh, hay.” Kean's voice is starting to wake up.

“Lo why? I am looking at a ghost. Didn't tell me to come in?” Reza pushed open the door of Kean's house, which had not been fully opened.

“Hem, come in.” Kean.

Reza stepped inside the house first. While Kean was still looking at the smiling Clara before him.

“I can enter right?” ask Clara, I'm feeling sorry.

Kean opened the door wider and Clara went inside the house. At the mouth of the door Kean was still looking at Clara from behind. His steps were slow and orderly as if he was walking on a catwalk.

“Kok diem aja yan?” clara's voice revived Kean.

“Oh yes.” His mouth then closed the door and followed Clara in.

“Hay sa!” it was Reza who greeted Disa. Disa who was focusing on her cooking immediately turned her head when she heard the voice she recognized.

“Kak reza..” sahutnya with round eyes. He immediately turned off the stove and wiped his hands with the apron.

“Again busy kayaknya.”

“Again cook aja kak. Brother reza what kab,.” The sentence Disa stopped when he saw a woman enter the house.

His eyes became more and more round looking at the figure of a woman who was drowning looking around Kean's house

“Mba Clara Davina huh sister?” whispered Disa who approached Reza.

“Hem, you know?” Reza asked back.

With the spirit of Disa nodded.

“Claire.” Call Reza who makes Clara look at him. “Known, this is disa.” Further.

Disa stretched out her hand trembling, while Clara still looked at Disa from top to bottom.

“Do I also have to meet the waiter here?” asked Clara who seemed reluctant to shake Disa's hand.

“Eiss lo say what the hell. This is also my theme.” Reza Timpal. He drew Clara's right hand and met her with Disa's.

“I'm one of his fans mba clara.” Reveal Disa with full earnestness.

“Oh yes?” Clara tried to release her hands from coming Reza and Disa then rubbed her hands on the clothes as if cleaning the stains from her hands.

Reza just shook his head to see Clara's attitude which was like that. Yes his name is also the princess, Reza clucked in his heart.

“Iya. I once attended one of the fashion show mba clara about 2 years ago.” Can try to remember the time he and his friends saw a Fashion show.

which “Fashion show? 2 Years ago I was an important guest at several events.” I arrogantly, as if wanting to show the great distance between him and Disa.

“Em who mba clara as top model in national batik day. At that time, Clara wore a batik dress. Very beautiful and elegant.” Disa said that seemed to return to her memory 2 years ago.

Clara flicked her hair elegantly, yes she was indeed beautiful and elegant while wearing any dress.

“Can, continue your work.” The heavy voice belonging to Kean that was currently heard.

Could see the clock on the wall and not feel the 10 minutes he promised were almost up.

“Oh good sir.” Follow him swiftly. “I stay first mba.” Continue with Disa to Clara who revealed her sarcastic smile.

“Claire.” Call Kean who walks out of the house and into the park. Like they will talk about something important and do not want to be heard by others.

“Okey. Let's young master.” Sahut Clara while chuckling spoiled following Kean's step towards the park.

Disa returned to the kitchen and occasionally looked towards Kean and Clara. They looked harmonious, in his mind.

“What's the cost of sa?” reza's voice resuscitated Disa from her thoughts about the 2 people out there.

“Oh this, young master ask to be made sweet sour fried fish, capcay this same tempe fried.” Terang Disa, pointing to some of the dishes he made including the capcay that is still in the cauldron.

“I tipped can?” Reza had already taken the spoon, it seemed like capcay was the food he wanted to try.

“Bby, but I think the broccoli is still a bit hard.”

Without waiting for Reza to scoop capcay from the cauldron, blow it for a while and, “Awwhh pangas.” The heat-tired.

“Hahaha.. I told you, I still haven't died. It's boiling kak.” Disa laughed crisply at Reza's behavior.

He immediately took the water and gave it to Reza. One sip and the water ran out.

“Hah, but it feels good. You are cooking pinter anyway.” Reza rubbed Disa's head.

Disa's face immediately blushed got a sweet treatment from Reza.

“Hehe.. Not even brother.” It was her who was trying to hide her nervousness.

He saw Kean and Clara out there. His lips seemed to be smiling faintly watching them talk.

“Why?” ask Reza who followed the direction of Disa's view.

“Em. I just saw the young master as clara fit. Like the prince and princess. Perfect match.” Reveal it with a smile.

“Euuhh don't know yet if they are more like cats and dogs. Never got along. I'm also weird why they can chat together.” Reza looked at his two best friends.

“Oh yes?”

“Hem!” Reza said with certainty.

After a while looking at them, Disa returned to her work. Leaving the capcay for a few minutes was enough to make it mature. The cooking is finished.

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POV Kean:

I still can't believe that the one standing in front of me is Claire. I think he's still in America because there's no news at all that he's coming home.

“Hay yan.” Those two words greeted me this afternoon and I quickly realized there was something I should ask her.

He walked leisurely, walked into my house, looked left and right like he was in a strange place.

When he arrived at the middle room, Disa greeted him. I didn't think Disa knew Claire. Once upon a time I saw Disa reading a magazine that was in my study. I thought that time because Disa knew from the magazine, it turned out that she knew him firsthand. He claims to be a fan, I want to laugh. Is there really anyone who idolizes the figure of the woman beside me?

They shook hands and Reza who seemed to force it. I could see the subtlety clearly on Claire's face. While Disa, she was too innocent. He does not understand the meaning of Claire's gesture which is actually very significant.

Claire is like that. Maybe his habit of choosing friends still can not change. He only wants to be friends with people he considers equal to him. But seeing him stare at Disa with a slight demeaning, I didn't like him. This one thing I still can't take from Claire.

“Can, continue your work.” I said, ending Claire's cynical look at Disa.

Claire simply replied with a sarcastic smile.

“Claire.” Call me. I walked out of the house and into the garden. I need to talk about something important and needn't be heard by anyone other than me and Claire.

“Okey. Let's young master.” Claire chuckles spoiled after my steps towards the park.

I sat down on the park bench and looked at Claire who was still standing in front of me.

“Sit.” With a gesture of an eye I asked Claire to sit down.

He said even though his lips looked pursed.

“Lo did not say if you go home.” I started my sentence while looking at Claire who was playing the extension nail on her finger.

“Yes how, bokap tell me to go home.” He was light, without looking at me.

“Claire,.” I grabbed Claire's hand and she was immediately glued to me.

“Okey, I was wrong do not tell you if I will go home.” He took off my hand that was holding his wrist. “But he is fine. There's a nurse who keeps him safe day and night.” It seems he knows the meaning of my worried face.

I breathe deep. I shouldn't blame Claire for wanting to go home. It's just, it's all too sudden. I left my woman to Claire, because Claire was the only one I could trust. But when he chose to go home, how was my woman there? Is she okay?

I rubbed my face rough. My feelings are starting to get worse. I tried to contact the nurse there but there was no answer. Maybe because it's still midnight.

“Quiet, he must be fine. Trust me.” Claire rubbed my shoulders slowly and then played her finger in the form of a circular symbol on my shoulder.

“Claire, don't be kidding.” I immediately dodged. I don't really like it when Claire starts playing games with me.

I slightly looked at Claire who was smiling faintly. “Gue thought you'd changed. Still afraid of female touch?” claire asked as if testing me.

I didn't answer because there was nothing for me to answer.

Yeah, I don't like it when a girl touches me. I don't want any feelings to rise up and make my principles break. But then I remember when Disa touched me. It feels so warm and comfortable. I even hugged him. For the first time I was not afraid to be around a woman. Holy hooch! Unknowingly little by little the cliff of my principles fell.

Disa, my glance was fixed on the two people who were engrossed in front of the furnace. Yes, Reza and Disa. They seemed to have a good conversation and I occasionally heard both of them laughing.

Argha! Sucks. Why are they getting so close?

I got out of my place but Claire held my hand. “Temenin I'm back yaan.” Rajuknya, spoiled.

I saw my wrist Claire was holding. It was not this feeling that I felt when Disa touched me.

“Sorry, I'm laper.” My heart let go of Claire's hand.

I heard his regret, it's just that I didn't think it was important. Isn't Claire like that?

When I entered the house, I saw that Disa's laughter had stopped. I don't know what made them laugh.

“Master, you will eat now?” the approach as it approaches.

“Hem.” As usual, it was my words that he understood.

“Well I prepare mr.” His smile immediately rose and turned around to take the dishes he made.

“Do I help you not sa?”

Argh again the voice of Reza I heard. Why he likes Disa. Is he serious? Disa is innocent, don't let Reza play her.

The voice in my head that was puffing was irritated and my hands were clenching.

“Kak reza sit down. I can do it myself kok.” Sahut Disa cheerfully.

Gosh, it feels like I want to gulp down a pitcher of drinking water in front of me.

Reza came up to me and sat down next to me. “Claire don't you log in?” ask her, while taking a glass of water.

I just slicked my shoulder, I didn't ask her. “Lo do not be a stingy host dong, Claire time not invited to eat. He deliberately loh, has not eaten.” Its effects.

I just glanced at Claire, instead of not having to mince words to invite her to eat because she must have approached immediately?

“Okey, I stepped on ya.” Reza again spoke.

Ah bodo thinks so much of me, whether they want to eat or not. My mind was uncomfortable, not wanting to think about anything beyond what I thought was more important.

“Claire, eat yuk!” call Reza from next to me.

Claire nodded and came straight over. He sat next to me opposite Reza. We don't talk much, Claire with her phone and I with my mind.

One by one the dishes were brought Disa. He really made me my favorite fried fish.

“Please mr.” He said as he put the last menu in front of me.

I glanced at him a little and he was still smiling in his place. Put the plates in front of me, Claire and Reza.

“Wah, it looks really good nih.” Reza immediately took the capcay that was in front of me. It's less than my best friend on this one. He had forgotten who his master was in this house.

This time it's fish, he'll take fish. I quickly took it first, not wanting to be preceded again.

“Ish, you guys are like a kid anyway use food rebates all.” Claire's grumble that I don't care about.

I immediately took out a large piece and left half of it on the plate.

“Truly, lo emang stingy.” Reza grumbled and I just smiled with satisfaction.

“Quiet, there's still. I'll get you again.” Sahut Disa with sprightly.

I'm upset myself. It must be given this Disa, meaning that I do not want to share my favorite food but he instead took one more fish that is large. Quickly Reza's eyes rounded, haish sucks. It feels like I stole my place from Disa's priority.

“You ate sa. Time from earlier cook continues but you do not eat.” I saw Reza holding Disa's hand and quickly Disa's face blushed.

“No, I will eat later. Please go ahead.” Legally, trying to release the hand from Reza's grasp.

“Udah mending eat together. Come here.” Reza pulled the chair beside her slightly backwards, allowing Disa to sit down.

Disa glanced at me and Claire, seemingly hesitating.

“Udah sit down. You used to eat one table with your young master.” Reza pulled out Disa's hand forcefully for Disa to sit down.

He just smiles and misbehaves.

“This you sure we eat the same table as the waiter?” claire's voice protested. His face immediately tensed up, like feeling guilty. “Lo often eat the same table?” Claire asked me with an annoyed face, like feeling humbled.

“Hem.” I said briefly and continued the spoon feed that had almost entered my mouth.

“So I'm not ordinary yan.” Claire started whining. This is what I don't like.

“Claire, don't do that ah.” Reza began to be provoked as if he was an older brother who was advising his sister.

“Em, I'll eat later. Please eat first.” Isa stood up straight. It seems that he does not want to be the source of the problem.

“Good if nyadar.” Claire muttered which I could still hear and I was sure Disa heard it.

“Where are you going?” my many. I'm already starting to get upset with the atmosphere in this dining room.

“Em, I want.”

“SIT!” tell me until Disa is aghast.

I looked at Claire and looked at me.

“Didn't you hear my orders?” ask me with a little high tone.

“De-hear sir.” He obeyed right away. Sitting in front of me with fear.

“Hah! You are not happy yan.” Grunts Claire. He immediately put his spoon and fork roughly. I know he doesn't like to eat a spell with Disa but I don't care. Those who want to eat please sit down and those who want to leave, I will not stand it.

We finally ate in a quiet atmosphere.

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