Marry The Heir
Damong!

Saxophone strains playing Sezairi's song - It's You warmed up in the cafe tonight. It feels more romantic with a cafe light pedar that is not too bright. The roar of the voices of the people below was not too audible, maybe some of them had gone home.

That night, finished playing billiard Kean and Disa sat in one corner of the sofa while enjoying a plate of pasta in front of each.

Disa still plays her food with a fork to wait for the cold while rubbing her nape that is still bristling due to the breath of Kean who still feels warm and roaring at her neck. It felt like his hands were still trembling as Kean grasped them tightly.

"Remember there, young master just taught you to play billiard." Disa reminded her own heart that felt kembis kembis not koruan. Like there was a tickling that suddenly came but he had to immediately drive out when he returned to see who the man sitting in front of him.

Yes, a few moments ago their distance was too close. The skin of both hands touched each other, his fist tightly held by Kean as if Kean was embracing his body. Hah, if you remember the incident was sultry itself. Suddenly his face was warm.

In the lyrics of the man who was also rolling pasta in his fork and then he blew it. Her lips were slightly pursed, very funny making Disa smile herself.

“You didn't eat?”

"Well?!" spontaneous response. He was quite surprised because it seemed Kean realized that Disa was looking at him.

“Still hot sir.” Sahut Disa who again pretended to blow pasta in front of him.

Kean only smiled faintly then continued eating it. “For me, it's better to enjoy when it's half hot.” Chilled relaxed. One more mouthful went into his mouth.

“Oh yes?”

Kean who was originally bowed this time raised his face and glimpsed at Disa. “Hem! When it's hot we blow it, which means we have effort. When half warm we can eat it with pleasure. Then, which other favors you deny.” Said Kean who was smiling at the end of his sentence.

Isa is smiling. It turned out that his young master could speak casually as well.

“Can I ask sir?” There was a bit of curiosity in the mind of Disa seeing Kean who was very greedy to enjoy the paste.

“Hem, what?” his question remains engrossed with his paste.

“Why do you like noodles and pasta so much?”

Kean again raised his originally bowed face. His mouth was still filled with paste with melted sauce at the tip of his lips. Disa thrusting a sheet of tissue then pointed to the corner of her own lips as a gesture.

“Oh yes!” quickly Kean swallowed his food and shrunk the corners of his lips.

“Mie and pasta it's something easy, cheap but when enjoyed very fun and filling.”

“When I used to be confused about what message and doubt what people cooked it the way I wanted, then I chose to cook myself noodles or pasta.”

“When I feel uncomfortable too, noodles and pasta can change my mood.” added Kean who again smiled at the end of his sentence.

“Emmm, so some kind of comfort food huh sir?” terka Disa's.

“Yes! Less is more like that. If you, what's your comfort food?” turn Kean over to ask. He looked at Disa as if he was waiting for an answer.

“Em...” He seemed to think seriously. “Nation of the field may.” His mouth is a little doubtful.

“Hah?” just as Kean's food was slipping from his mouth when he heard Disa's reply. “Not the comfort food of the women usually ice cream?” it felt like he still wanted to laugh at Disa's answer.

“I prefer rice padang.” He was adamant with his answer. The rice slave team where can deny a lot of rice and thick sauce is certainly very delicious.

“When I am upset or angry, usually the energy will be drained a lot and make me hungry. So I choose nasi padang because in addition to cheap, delicious is also a lot.” said Disa with full confidence.

Kean stared at Disa for a moment. He did not expect that the girl who was enjoying pasta in front of him was said to be angry. If you are upset, it may be because it is invisible. But if you are angry, I don't know what when Disa is angry. He can't imagine it.

Every time he saw Disa, it was always the thin smile he saw. Even as he was being rude the other day, Disa only gawked in shock. Not protesting or getting angry. Unlike him, sometimes the short axis as a result of his inability to convey with a straightforward desire and purpose.

Disa starts to become like a riddle to Kean. Not only flat or down but sometimes turn. It was quite interesting to find out the thoughts of the girl before him.

“Spend your food. Although not rice padang but this will be enough to prop up your stomach.” Only that sentence was finally said Kean. He wanted to let time show what the personality of the girl before him was like. Because it feels more natural and meaningful.

“Good sir.” sahut Disa with spirit. It must have been cold, ready to eat. This time he ate pasta and could not wait for the opportunity to enjoy the rice field again. It'll be very delicious.

*****

“You stayed at my house, because it was too late to go home to the main house.” The sentence was heard by Disa when Kean invited her home.

He could see the clock on the wall and it was very late for him to return to the main house. From the look on his face, there was an unease he was trying to hide.

“I will tell bu kinar if you stay.” Kean's next sentence seemed to be a way out of Disa's unrest.

“Thank you sir.” Reveal it while being snuggled.

That's why he's here. The guest room he returned to because Adam did not stay at Kean's house. Since meeting at the cafe, I don't know where the man went with Jesica. According to Kean, it will not be far from going to hotels, apartments or staying at Jesica's house. He knew his best friend very well and was already guessing what Adam would do later.

He dropped his body on the bed. He had just finished bathing and his body was still wrapped in a bath kimono. Even though it was 11 pm he still decided to take a bath so that his body was fresh and could sleep soundly.

The cell phone is the thing he is currently looking at. Remembering the colorful cue ball brings memories of Disa in the days of her Junior High.

It was the first time he was invited by Damar to skip.

“Udah lo don't learn mulu. Seneng-seneng dikit, toh lo will still rank 1.” Said Damar at that time. He stuffed the Disa books that were still scattered on the table into his bag.

He deliberately came to school Disa just to invite him truant.

Some days he is indeed in sports with a try out of the national exam. Damar who is in the 1st grade of High School while Disa is in the last year wearing a blue white uniform is rarely met unless Damar accidentally comes to meet with Disa.

He seemed to think for a moment. He noticed Damar packing his things into the bag and then zipped it and buried it in Hisa's arms.

"JERK!" bring him with spirit. I don't know where Damar will take him. But if you think about it, tired also his head because he continues to study, it seems he can agree to Damar's invitation for this time.

That afternoon, Damar took Disa to a billiard place. This male-dominated playground became the destination for Damar to release stress.

“We play dumb. I am sure that already your mind will be clearer.” persuaded Damar at that time.

Is according to. The hours they spent playing at the billiard cafe. Damar showed his great game and occasionally he also competed with adults. Disa was just his cheer team, who faithfully accompanied and brought Damar bags in front of his chest.

“Pake in front. Don't let there be om-om who nyolek lo.” He said as he put his backpack on Disa's chest.

“Iya mong! Take care of me. I will win you until I win. Damong spirit!!!” Being able to clench both of his hands gave a spirit. Damar just smiled as he rubbed his head with anxiety. For him the spirit of Disa is more than anything.

Damar's ability is beyond doubt. From several matches, Damar as the winner.  They cheered excitedly even hugged. And right now I think he misses those days.

The time when the burden of his life is only because of less pocket money and tasks that accumulate. The time where he had friends to share stories, share fried foods, share pocket money or milk shakes that were bought in a joint and then they enjoyed together. Not infrequently they fell silent at the milk shake seller to see the drink made until the two almost drooled and threw laughter at each other, mocking each other. It had been a very long time and remembered the name of the man for some reason Disa felt homesick.

Damar had just returned from the workshop. He got off the bike and put his helmet on the bike.

“He has wa?” muttered Damar who was still staring at the screen of his phone. As far as Damar, Disa mobile phone old school who can only make phone calls and send ordinary messages. But this time he contacted through a messenger application.

“Kak, how are you?” that was the message Damar received.

Damar smiled faintly at the message. He did not expect that Disa still remembered him. With dirty hands still mixed with oil he replied to Disa's message. Very concerned with the screen of his phone that became dirty, mumpung Disa contacted him he had to reply to his message quickly.

“Good. Lo how are you? Belom sleep lo?” reply while smiling.

He opened the door and closed it again. His eyes were still focused on his flat object. Until when passing through the middle room he ignored Meri who was lying on the sofa while watching television.

“Nak, you just came home?”  greet Meri.

“Hem, yes bu.” Only that was his reply and in a few moments the shadow of Damar disappeared behind the door of his room.

Go to the bathroom and intend to wash his hands but when his phone sign there is an incoming message, he immediately went out of the bathroom and checked his phone with his hands full of foam.

“Wuit I've transferred.” The message was read on her phone screen and the sender was Eko.

“Haish! I guess disa.” He returned to the bathroom to finish washing his hands. Not to forget he washed his face and tied his hair tight.

A shower? Ah that wasn't in his plan.

“Tring!” again the incoming message sounds.

Damar immediately grabbed the cellphone he put on the mattress and laid his body there.

“My news is good too. No, still not sleepy. Aunt how are you?”

This is one of the things that makes Damar amazed at Disa. Although Meri always said ketus and was rude, but she always asked her mother's news. In fact, wherever Disa was and whatever her circumstances, she always cared for her and her mother.

“Good. Uh sa, I can VC?” suddenly Damar ventured to ask. For a long time he had not seen His face. A little homesick with his face that was very easy to change expression.

“Ngapain? Don't you like to see my face?” it was Disa's reply that made Damar smile thinly.

“Old time I didn't bete. Once again I want to fuss again bete.” reply while chuckling.

“Ngeselin lo!” Can give raw bogem emoji.

Damar just smiled. Without replying to Disa's message, he immediately made a video call.

Long enough to answer his call. Until a few seconds later it appeared that Disa's face was plain lying on the bed.

“Kangen lo same me?” it was the first sentence that came out of His mouth. He smiled faintly making Damar fixated for a while. Since when does Disa look more mature and beautiful?

“Dih, where there is I miss the same lo.” Damar still in his disavowal style. “There are also elo who miss me, so wa I first.” Her baby with a stifled smile. His sleeping position changed to sitting upright. Tonight it feels like Disa looks beautiful with a black t-shirt wrapped around her body.

“Iya dikit.” I'm with a line of smiles. It felt like the damar wanted to shout in joy at hearing Disa's confession. “What is lo mesem-mesem? You haven't had a shower?” Can bring her face closer to the camera makes her sweet face fill the entire screen of the phone damar.”

“Sa, big idung lo hole! Don't be so tight!” ledek Damar's. After a few years this time he was stuck in Disa.

“Haish lo emang ngeselin! Nyesel I wa lo.” Dengus Disa with a gritted face.

“Hhahaha is still bad. More days yes?” again Damar teases Disa. A habit that often makes him miss.

“Ish talking what the hell lo! Oldest sok!”

“Sok tau sa, sok tau! I'm not old!” Damar clucked, he did not like it the most when Disa said Damar was old-fashioned.

“Hahahhahaa.. Still lo kelin in say old.” Disa laughed crisply, making Damar laugh along.

The sound of his laughter is still the same and if he laughs, his eyes are still closed. He used his left hand to cover his mouth while his right hand hit his own thigh. If there is Damar next to him, maybe Damar's back is the target of Disa's hands.

“Melek woy!” exclaim Damar.

Disa quickly stopped her laughter. I don't know when he last laughed with his half-brother.

Seeing the silent Disa, made Damar fall silent. For a very long time he had not seen that soothing innocent face.

“Sa, you kangen room you gak?” ask Damar suddenly. He deliberately asked, considering the time Disa spent there.

“Iya dong's. Not just rooms, but all the rooms in the house are following the people, I miss.” I'm Sense with expressiveness.

Without waiting for long, Damar got out of his bed. Moving from his room to Disa's room.

“Nih lo room! Nothing I've changed." He said as he opened the door to Hisa's room.

"The frog is still there. Winnie the pooh costume that you buy for 678 bamboo, same of course, lepek pillow has lo.” Damar showed his room through his cell phone camera.

“Yeah mong...” Say it with teary eyes.

Damar just smiled faintly looking at the expression of Haru Disa. He rubbed the screen of his phone as if he was rubbing the cheeks and strands of His hair that he used to do.

When Damar does this, usually Disa will hit his hand with annoyance. But playing Disa's hair seemed to be an opium that she currently missed so much and could only be done virtually.

Seeing Disa who looked touched, a question arose in Damar's heart. “Lo feels better right there?” tanyanya. I don't know why his gaze had turned more clingy. “Because if I don't feel better, I'll take you home.” Its effects.

He still remembered the stories of Lina's crush on the rich man's house.

Disa nodded quickly. “Iya mong, I'm fine. And it will always be okay. But once in a while, can I get down there?” the sound of Disa was heard.

Deep down, he misses his tantric home and everything in it. Shouted Meri, the leftover dried rice he used to eat. The sometimes murky bath water and all the things that were there, he missed so much.

Damar laid his body on Disa's bed. He hugged the usual roll Denis hugged.

“Bby. Want me to pick it up now?” she said with a faint smile.

“Yes is not.. Basic damong!”

“Dasar damong!” those two words that Damar had not heard for a very long time and this time seemed to treat his longing.

Should have been, he used to be nice to Disa. Nothing ever changed, though fate made them brothers. And it should be, in the past he kept Disa well, not working on her let alone making her cry.

Yes it was. If only everything could be reworked.

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