Marry The Heir
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The night was not completely late when Disa arrived at the main house after finishing her work at Kean's house. This afternoon, after tidying up Kean's workspace when the owner was busy with his management meeting, Disa was immediately invited home.

In the afternoon they reached home and after Maghrib they immediately ate dinner. That's why he can go home faster to the main house.

In her room, Disa was putting two dresses in a pink box that she gave ribbons on top of. This is the dress that he sewed specifically for Shafira.

Disa smiled to herself looking at the pink box before her. For a moment he closed his eyes hoping that his young lady would like what he had done.

Although her memory of Clara's sentence a few days ago continued to stick in her mind, it did not discourage her. After thinking about it, if only Clara gave her the reason for not liking the design of Disa, maybe Disa would accept it. But if it only catapulted his dislike for no reason, then it was just Clara's way of mentally knocking him down.

So this time, as promised he will give this dress to his young lady with full confidence. If later Shafira does not like it he intends to ask directly the reason Shafira does not like it so that he can improve the design he made.

"Bismillah.." Can step his feet out of his room with a little slack so as not to be heard by others. Her young miss seemed to have walked into the room and was probably working on her heaped duties as she had been complaining about lately.

When passing through the family room, the atmosphere was already very quiet. No Mr. Marwan usually sits on the sofa waiting for orders from his great master. In retrospect, this house is like an empty castle whose residents are busy with their respective affairs. There is no interaction like a family that usually talks and asks everyday with each other.

“Tok tok.” Disa knocked on Shafira's room door slowly.

“Young lady, I'm here. Can I come in?” he said slowly.

“Log mba.” Shafira shouted from behind the door. From the sound of her voice it seems that the mood of her young lady is not too good.

Can rotate the door handle and push the door leaf open.

“Goodnight non fira.” Sweepings. Shafira was sitting in front of her study table.

“Malem mba disa. Sign in. Tumben mba in still afternoon already home?” Shafira moved from her study table to the bed. You can see the books on the study table. His hair is tied up just like that. His face looked tired, it seemed true that he was indeed on a lot of errands.

“Iya non, young master went home early. So I can go home quickly.” Disa walks up to Shafira with the pink box she is still hiding behind her body.

“Sini sit.” Shafira patted the spot beside her.

“Still non.” With doubt Disa sat on Shafira's bed. He put the box he had hidden in their midst.

“I have something for non fira, may non fira like.” Pushing the box towards Shafira.

“Great beautiful. What is it?” shafira's eyes immediately rounded to see the pink box that Disa was thrusting.

“Bukalah.” Sahut Disa's. He smiled at Shafira's reaction.

“Okey, I open ya.” In the spirit of Shafira took off the ribbon that tied the box. Then open the box and, “Waaw...” His eyes were perfectly rounded with a fluffy smile.

He lifted up high the pink dress made from crepe cloth. The collar is sabrina-shaped with diagonal-touched stitches that curve to the knee.

“Mba disa, this beautiful bangeettt...” Excited Shafira who still admires the dress she looks at.

“Thank God that non fira likes. Come on Cobain, whether this is any color item.” Disa took out another dress and put it on top of the box.

“Wah yes, this anyway should be directly on try.” Shafira jumped from her bed and stood in front of a mirror that was the same size as her height.

He took off one by one his clothes, not caring if there was a Disa in his room. Disa only chuckles at the behavior of her young lady who she thinks is very indifferent.

“This amazing bag mba.” Shafira spins in front of the mirror and poses. His hand rubbed the sharp-angled chest.

“Wah yes, very fitting.” Disa approached Shafira who was looking at her in awe.

The hair he just tied up, he just broke it. So pretty. Shafira is charming. Apparently, there are still people who like the design and want to wear the clothes he made. Seeing Shafira who likes her clothes, makes Disa's confidence grow.

“Later I wear this dress fitting papih birthday. Her hair I braided this part then somewhat in make updo it.” Her babble while playing her hair that she rolls just any.

“It would be very beautiful if non fira wearing a collar type necklace that is attached to the neck.” Disa gave a comment. Can be imagined, Shafira's neckline will look very beautiful when wearing a necklace that fits the neck.

“Iya is really. Can not be many accessories so that the effect is beautiful and elegant.” Still looking at himself in the mirror imagining what he would look like. “But why mba in mind anyway make a dress like gini for me?” Shafira looked at Disa in the mirror.

“Em, because I think non fira fit to wear clothes like this. Very graceful.” His ideal of tidying up Shafira's shoulders then looked at her in the mirror.

“Beauty. I really like his shirt. I uploaded in ig can ya?”

“Hem, please.”

In the spirit Shafira took her phone. Direct it to some corner of the room. “Well, it looks good here. Mba here can please hold the camera like gini?” tanyakanya.

“Good non.” Disa replaced Shafira in her place. The beautiful girl also walked to one corner of the room where there was a long golden sofa. He sat there, tidying up his clothes and his hair.

“Okey, I'm ready.” He said while posing.

“One, two, three. Czechoslovakia! Czechoslovakia!” some photos taken. Shafira is good at posing and directing Disa to take a good angle. The result, no doubt. This princess looks so beautiful and elegant.

“Waaaww!!” Shafira exclaims happy to see the photos that the artistisk looks. “I changed clothes that item first. It wants me to use it on padus.” His words were quickly changing his clothes in front of Disa.

Disa turned her face and tried to hold back her laughter.

“Mba here hold the camera. I pose on the fence deck. Okay?!” as he gave a thumbs up.

“Good non.”

Back Cana took some photos. Shafira moves quickly and regularly from one pose to another. Again, the result is not in doubt.

“I like, I like.” Shafira cried when she saw the photos. “I post first. What Ig mba, let me tag.” His word.

“Oh yes non, can.” It is with pleasure that Disa gives her IG username.

Some photos they post, the best photos Shafira version. Although he did not polish his face with makeup it turns out when on camera he still looks beautiful.

They seemed so enthusiastic, when some people liked and commented on Shafira's photo. Both were engrossed in replying to comments praising Shafira's beauty with the dress she wore. It feels the spirit of Disa to follow the design of the lobby is getting lit.

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The days are starting to feel good for Kean. Every morning he went to the office with enthusiasm, of course, after his stomach was filled with breakfast made by Disa. His footsteps were light. When he arrived in the lobby he immediately entered the elevator and headed to his new room on the 9th floor.

He smiled to himself, looking at the mural that Disa had made on the elevator wall.

“Ber-ener feel to be a pilot.” Mumbled Kean while tidying up his coat and hair. Being in this narrow room always makes his imagination spin. He raises both hands as if he was holding a yoke or airplane joystick. His right hand moves the yoke to pitch (moving up or down) and roll (rolling), really feeling like he's in a plane. For a while he played with his imagination, until everything had to end when the elevator doors opened.

New floor with a new atmosphere. In front of his room there was now a set of sofas for guests. Kean stepped his feet lightly, exiting the elevator without the slightest hesitation.

“Good morning young master.” Roy was getting ready to say hello from his desk.

“Morning roy. What time is it this morning?” stop for a moment in front of Roy's desk. His face looked bright with a spirit that looked dusty. His aura was very different, like Kean was born as a new human being.

“Jam 9 master. The contractor will bring a new factory design following the presentation of the estimated time of work on the project.” Roy was clear. All work agendas have been memorized out of his head. That's why Roy is so reliable.

“Good. Notify me when everything is ready.”

“Good sir.” Roy complied.

Kean continued his steps towards his study. He smiled widely as the door opened and showed his work space neat and clean. Smelled of fragrance from the room fragrant that was chosen by Disa yesterday. He put it in two places, above the door and a hanging shelf near the sofa.

Kean still remembers when Disa climbed onto the bench to put room fragrances on the hanging shelves on the wall. His short-toed legs tried to line the high fingers of the hanging shelf where he put the fragrance.

Kean smiled at him himself. He approached Disa to stand behind her.

“I help.” His words were reaching for the object in the hands of Disa and making the hands of both of them clump together.

Disa turned her head with her surprised face as Kean's tall body restrained her petite body. Can Kean see his face flushed instantly with round eyes in shock.

For a while they looked at each other without releasing their hands from the objects they were holding. Like drama. And now Kean knows the reason why in a drama scene like this is always made slow motion.

Yeah, because it feels like time has stopped. There were only them in silence with a thumping heart sounding. It is not wrong indeed if such a scene always makes the women carried away and screamed with anxiety. And that Kean and Disa were feeling right now, as the room temperature increased drastically. Hotter to make both of them sweat with reddened face.

“Te-thank you sir.” Immediately awakened from his condition.

He removed his hand from the tube-shaped object with an arch at the end that resembled a leaf.

“Hem. Come downstairs. You can fall.” Timpal Kean that immediately passed after putting the room fragrant in its place.

And at this moment, he smiled to himself in light of the incident. It should be then that he grabbed Disa's hand and helped her down. But he chose to avoid. He did not want his feelings to become more uncertain.

Back to the work desk. It was also Dissa who tidied it up. On a small table next to his chair, Disa put a humidifier water complete with a variety of essential oils that he put in a drawer.

“Master, if you feel a headache because of a lot of work, you can use this oil. Put a little here and the fragrance will make your mind calmer.” The story is with passion, similar to sales that Kean used to see in the mall.

“Can they help me get the job done?” goda Kean, ask just anyone. He likes to fish Disa talk more.

“Can!” he was so sure that Kean scrunched his forehead. “Wear this oil. This will help you focus so that the job so quickly finished.”

“HAHAHAHA Kean laughed out loud at Disa's reply. Such a question is still answered seriously.

“Hehehhe.. did I misspoke sir?” ask her doubtfully.

Kean simply flanged without being able to stop his laughter. This was the most joyful laugh he had felt in a while.

Then, when the shadow of Disa disappeared, Kean chose to sit in his chair. Put up his laptop and start it up. Waiting for his laptop operating system to be ready, Kean actually did what Disa suggested. He took some essential oils from the drawer and read the manual seriously. Yes, maybe this oil should be chosen so that the work is quickly completed.

"We begin, the work is waiting for me to finish immediately." he muttered with a fierce spirit.

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