Marry The Heir
Good mother's son

The still discordant sound of piano clangs rang from Reza's art gallery. A little girl was sitting on the bench, fighting with Reza who was teaching her how to play black and white keys to sound out a beautiful melody.

His little legs did not even reach the floor but his spirit did not break even though occasionally Ellen laughed at the discordant tone he created.

It's been a week every day after school Ghea comes to the gallery or to the campus to see Reza. He insisted that he wanted to learn the piano instead of learning ballet which he thought was starting to be unattractive. Yes like that Ghea, when there is a new hobby that he likes he will half-dead force his will to follow Ellen. Similarly, when he forced to take ballet lessons after seeing the appearance of his favorite ballerina in a musical drama that was held in one of the playgrounds.

“Salah ghe..” This protests Ellen umpteenth time when hearing the tone of Ghea that is not nice to hear.

“Ish, mother!! Noisy knows. I'll be out of focus.” Dengus Ghea who finally hit the rough line of keys out of frustration.

From now on, I don't know how many times Ellen protested and it made Ghea upset. His lips seemed to curl in annoyance.

“Ya mom just told you. It means ghea follow the om reza ajarin let cepet can.” Ellen was diplomatic.

Reza just smiled at the mother and daughter debate before him. He rubbed Ghea's back gently to calm the feeling of this two-painted girl.

“No pa-pa, ghea is still learning. But to be more focused, try to breathe first and continue to shadow the hand ghea dancing on this key. It will sound better to hear.” Bright Reza mediates.

“Tuh right bun, I'm still learning.” Ghea protested while looking at Ellen in annoyance.

“Oh okay please continue. Mother does not protest anymore.” Eventually Ellen gave up.

He chose to move from his place, looking around the gallery that displayed many paintings. He looked at Ghea and Reza, and smiled. He also took the time to take some photos and videos of Ghea while studying piano. He never thought that Ghea could quickly get close to other people outside her and caregivers. Then Reza, he still did not expect that this man had extra patience with his daughter.

From a distance he listened to the tone that Reza again exemplified. Though his attention remained on the painting he saw.

A room became a place that made Ellen curious. He entered the room where there was a piano and some easels with unfinished paintings, perched on top of it. He watched closely and still guessed what painting the painter would make.

“What's there interesting?” reza's voice made Ellen flinch.

He set his eyes on the entrance.

“Oh sorry, I did not ask permission in advance to enter this room.” Ellen looked quite surprised.

“No problem.” Reza handed a glass of drink to the woman standing in front of him and then sat on the chair facing the painting.

“I just found out that mr. Reza also likes to paint.” Cetus Ellen sat beside Reza and looked at the unfinished painting.

Reza shook her head with a line of smiles on her lips. “This painting belongs to someone. I can't paint.” I rubbed the canvas half colored.

“Oh yes? Whose? Girlfriend sir reza?” ellen's fishing rod looked curious. He felt that the person Reza was talking about had quite a deep impression of this man.

“Can. This painting belongs to a paradisa sandhya.” I did not take my eyes off the painting. He sipped the drink in his glass quietly.

Ellen nodded in understanding. To be clear, the girl had a deep impression of Reza. It was evident from the way Reza called his name with full feeling.

“She was one of the students at our campus but her ideals had to end because she was forced to work.” Continue Reza with a sigh that sounds heavy. As if she was regretting the reality of the girl.

“Seeing from her painting, it seems like she is a talented girl. What painting will he make this?” Ellen also focused on looking at the painting in front of Reza.

“Iya. He has been painting since he was a child. He said painting was his life. But then he thought, if he could not get a lot of money from just painting. Silly.” Reza smiled wryly in the middle of his sentence. He remembers very well when Disa was so enthusiastic about telling his love for painting.

“That's why he chose the fashion design department at our campus. But again, the steps must be stopped because of the circumstances.” Reza once said that he put a drink in his glass. His phantasm suddenly increased as the image of an innocent Disa face flashed through his mind.

“But it does not apply to ghea.” Suddenly Reza just called the name of the princess Ellen.

Ellen slightly scrunched her forehead hearing Reza's sentence. The handsome man looked at him with a smile.

“Ghea has many opportunities to try to be what she wants to be. She's a lucky girl raised by the hands of a great mother. Ms. Ellen just needs to support her and be patient with her.” Reza Tandas.

Ellen smiled. He sipped his drink and then bowed while playing the glass in his hand. Reza's remarks seemed to remind him of the fact that he was very easily provoked when facing Ghea.

“I'm not a good mother to ghea.” I'm with a clearly drawn gamang taste. The face of Reza who was looking at him.

As time went on and the intensity met more often, Ellen began to open up. He talks more and is not too stiff.

“I wasted many opportunities to ghea feel a whole family. I play around with a feeling called love until it is present at the wrong time and from parents who are not supposed to. Ghea was present because of my mistake.” sounded a sigh in a moment after Ellen finished her sentence.

“If I hadn't been lulled by the persuasion of a married man, maybe Ghea would have had a whole parent. And if only I use more logic than feeling, maybe I can focus more on happy ghea compared to busy solving problems I previously made.” Ellen moved out of her place. He stood in front of the large glass that led to the garden once and gulped his sweet drink through his throat.

He had to admit, his life problems were too much. Starting from taking care of child custody, divorce with the husband who has not been completed. The terror of the first wife who like to eliminate and bury her husband's feelings and of course the demands as a single mother who prepares to welcome him in plain sight.

It seems the reason the story with the husband is finished is still not trusted by the first wife of her husband. As long as the husband is still connected to her, then the problem will never be solved. In fact, he only wanted Ghea to still feel like he had a complete parent.

In her place, Reza could only look at the figure of Ellen clutching her own body with both hands. People say, in psychology it is called the butterfly technique. Try to calm yourself down and assume everything will be fine. Ellen was a woman who could stand on her own feet.

One ringing in the cell phone resuscitated Ellen from her distant mind. He immediately checked it, and his face turned pale when he saw the name that appeared on his phone screen.

“Halo.” He said, gesturing Reza to excuse me. Reza just nodded. Put an empty glass on the table.

Ellen walked away from Reza. It seemed that he did not want anyone to hear his conversation with his interlocutor.

“Rupanya right if you already have another man but still looking for my attention.” said big voice over there.

Of course Ellen knows the big voice of her ex-husband.

“What do you mean? I don't understand.” Timpal Ellen was still trying to calm down.

“Do not give much of your reasons. Before Marisa saw you with a man and this time, I saw with my own eyes that all day you were in a man's house. What are you doing huh? Are you selling yourself again?” bluff Darwin until Ellen is surprised.

“Mas, you misunderstood. It's not what you think.” Ellen tried to avoid. What she did was not in line with what her ex-husband accused her of.

“Hah! You have many reasons! Seeing your behavior, I make sure the custody of ghea will fall into my hands!” Darwin sounded more and more wrathful.

“Mas, wait a minute!” finally Ellen screamed in panic at Darwin's words. Unfortunately, the call was cut off. He tried to re-contact Darwin, and was not answered.

“Shit!” dengus Ellen's.

“What's up ellen?” Reza approached Ellen who looked confused.

“I have to go home pack reza.” He said as he took his handbag and approached Ghea. “We go home nak.” He said, forcibly pulling Ghea's hand.

“AWH! Mother's pain!” exclaimed Ghea who grimaced in pain.

“Let's go home.” instead of hearing Ghea's protest, Ellen is more likely to leave.

“Bu ellen wait!” call Reza who's after Ellen.

“It's good, miss ellen can go home. I will not ban. But I inter.”

“No need, I can go home by myself.” Ellen opened her car door and pulled Ghea's hand.

“Mother!! I don't want to go home!!” exclaiming Ghea while sobbing. He refused to come in and clung to the door. It seemed like he was so frightened to see Ellen who was suddenly rude.

“Ghea, if you don't come home your father will pick you up and take you from mom!” the voice of Ellen unconsciously raised her voice to Ghea. There are tears dripping from the grill of the corners of his eyes.

“I don't want to go home!” she flicked Ellen's hand and ran to take cover behind Reza's body.

“Ghea, mother please..” Omit Ellen. It was as if he was desperately running out of ways to persuade his daughter.

Reza looked at Ellen and Ghea alternately. The panicked looking Ellen and the frightened Ghea continued to hold on to Reza's clothes. It felt like he was beginning to understand what was going on between Ellen and her daughter. So he decided to mediate between the two.

“Ghea, dear...” Lirih Reza's.

He pulls Ghea's hand slowly out of hiding and crouches down to compensate for the little girl's height.

“Ghea want to listen to om?” reza asked in a soft voice. He touched both of Ghea's shoulders and gently rubbed them.

The little girl nodded even though her cries still did not subside. Reza shrank the tears on both of Ghea's cheeks while smiling faintly.

“Ghea know the best place for a beautiful child like ghea?” reza asked without taking his eyes off Ghea's hazel eyes. He just shakes. Reza smiled before continuing his sentence. He looked at Ellen who was standing behind him and was brushing her hair violently. He was very frustrated but still tried to look calm.

“The best place for a sweet little girl like ghea is near the mother. At home, hug each other and take care of each other.” Lirih Reza rubbed Ghea's hair with affection.

“But ghea is afraid. Mommy fierce same ghea.” The little girl glanced timidly at her mother who was sobbed with regret for being rude to her daughter.

“Mother ghea didn't mean it that way. He just,” Reza turned back to Ellen who seemed to need a defense. “Ingin protect ghea and do not want to lose ghea.” Reza continued his sentence with a line of smiles that he aimed at Ellen.

This time Reza's views turned to Ghea. The girl was still sobbing but her face was not too frightened.

“Ghea back home yes same mother. Next time you can play here again, learn the piano or run around in the side garden. Ghea want?” persuade Reza.

The beautiful girl nodded quickly. His smile line looked curved. It seems he agreed with Reza's offer.

“Child pinter. Ghea is a good mother.” Reza hugged Ghea and rubbed her head.

Ellen who saw Reza and Ghea's interaction, could only shrink the tears that were dripping in the corner of her eyes. There was a calmness at the sight of Ghea who seemed to be so trusting and comfortable near Reza.

“Om reza anterin ghea same mother yes... Ghea afraid...” sulk the sweet child while tightening his embrace on Reza.

“Sure. Yuk om anter.” Finally Reza. He held Ghea who was still reluctant to take off his embrace. Take him into the car and put him in the driver's back seat. “Can I borrow the key bu?” Reza held out her hand open to Ellen.

Although hesitant and feeling bad, Ellen still gave her car keys. Maybe this time he should trust Reza.

Yes, she had to learn to trust other men after all her beliefs were destroyed by her ex-husband.

******

Kean's phone was still ringing as he held a meeting with management. Several times his sentence paused just to turn off his phone and put his phone back in his pocket.

“Sorry, I turn it off first.” His passing words saw the name that appeared on his phone screen.

“Rahmat?” muttered. The home security contacted him several times and never gave up before he answered.

“Roy, you go ahead first. I received a call for a moment.” Finally he decided to answer the call of Grace which he thought was quite strange, several times and in the interval of time that was close together, it seemed that something was important and urgent.

Kean slightly moved away, walked out of the meeting room and received the call of Grace.

“Ya!” kean replied when he received the call of Grace.

“Ma-sorry my master is interrupting the time of the lord. But there's something I have to say.” The voice of grace sounded hastily.

“Ya, why?” Kean turned back to the meeting room and Roy seemed to start continuing his work. He can be a little calm.

“There are Caucasians dateng sir. I don't know what he said. But I think he's looking for master, because he showed a photo of him with mister.” The Grace is in a hurry.

“Bule? What are the features?” Kean was quite surprised by the revelation of Grace.

“People are tall, kayaks who play in the car race paddle. Blonde equal eyes blue sir.” Cerocos Grace.

Hearing the characteristics of the man it seems he knows who is coming.

“So where is he now? Give your phone to him, I want to talk.”

“He is already at the door of the master, again talk the same in.”

“Can?” Kean raised his voice. He could imagine how it would be if he met his friend Adam.

“Iya sir. Earlier...” Rahmat kept talking while Kean chose to go to his study to check the home CCTV.

The steps are long and fast. He immediately entered his special elevator. Luckily he was able to use the elevator so he did not have to run up the emergency stairs.

Arriving in his room he immediately turned on his ipad and checked the CCTV.

Sure enough, there was Adam there talking to Disa at a very close distance. He knew exactly who Adam was and how he used to treat women. I don't know what he's going to do with Disa and Kean starts to get worried.

“I close the phone first.” He stopped to listen to the story of Grace.

He tried to contact Reza but several times the call was not answered. Looks like he should be home alone to make sure Disa is okay.

“Roy, continue the meeting according to our discussion. I need to get home soon. Please handle the meeting and report to me.” Kean immediately gave a long command to his confidants over the phone.

“Ba-good sir.” Roy seemed a little confused.

Without waiting for long, Kean immediately went down to the parking lot. He had to get home quickly before anything unexpected happened to Disa.

*****

Huh, Adam.. Why should I visit now?