Marry The Heir
The one in later

There are always things that make a person smile all day and just want to be silent, drowning in his daydreams. Remembering many events that can only be remembered without being repeated. That's what Damar is doing right now.

He laid his body on the sofa with a cell phone on his head which he always looked at. He was still very comfortable reading the messages sent by Disa and occasionally clucked resentfully cursing the messages he sent and should not be like that.

For a moment he thought, maybe this time he should send a message first to say hello to Disa?

His forehead seemed wrinkled, thinking about what question he would send to Disa at this moment.

“Sa, how else to do?” Damar spelled out the sentence he wrote in his heart.

“Em, the kebacan is a little rough no heck?” he asked himself. It turns out that it is quite difficult to also think of the first sentence to build a pleasant communication. Mis-talking, maybe the message is not answered by dia.

While thinking about the sentence he will send, his attention was turned to the profile photo of Disa. He used a mural portrait of a cloud image with the figure of a man behind him on the right side as a profile photo. There was no obvious face of the man wearing the suit. All that is seen is his sturdy shoulders and it is believed this figure must be authoritative.

“This is where sa?” muttered Damar, trying to imagine the place in the portrait of Disa. He looked strange and had never seen him.

Seeing this picture makes Damar again remember the times he and Disa used to draw on the school field. They used spray paint to paint on the walls.

Disa, who is not familiar with the media, sometimes looks upset when the picture he made is not as expected.

“Mong, how the hell do I make an effect in the gini-angled area? How did I fail ya?” luh Disa at that time.

Damar who was focusing on his graphite began to distract him. Disa's pursed lips are upset look adorable to Damar.

“Try lo standing here.” Damar held onto Disa's shoulder and shifted her body slightly to the left. “Spray the paint from here.” He raised his hand and pointed the spray paint at the wall.

“Sstttt!!!” Damar pressed Disa's index finger to spray the paint.

“Udah it, you love neutral color gradation, so that your image looks alive.” Imbabnya while giving one more spray paint on Disa.

Can spray paint in the direction shown by Damar and immediately his smile rises when the picture he made looks better.

“Waw! Color is magic, mong!” exclaiming Disa with her cheerful face.

He put the spray paint back and then walked back away from the picture. He smiled with satisfaction, looking at the results of his picture that he had made several days. I really didn't think the results would look this good.

Beside him, Damar also looked at the image made by Disa. He smiled when he saw Disa's happy face in front of him.

“Lo is my temperature.” Said Disa while raising her head and showing it to Damar. Damar did the same, taking Disa tos with his head.

Hah, if you remember that togetherness, it feels like Damar is very longing. Laughing with Disa, bothering him while studying, buying cheap snacks and joint ventures and many more fun things that make them laugh wide. And right now he misses those days.

Then, this picture where is Disa making it?

Damar flipped his body sideways. After seeing Disa's profile photo, she switched to social media stalking but later, she,

“WA!!!” eko surprised Damar. Apparently he was sitting on the floor, next to his friend who was smiling to himself.

“ASTAGA!” damar quickly woke up when he saw the face of Eko who was so close and surprised him.

“HAHAHAHA.. Lo anteng really see there until not realizing I was next door.” Ledek Eko who moved from his place.

Immediately Damar hid his phone that featured Disa's face. “Lo habits disrupt my privacy.” Damar moved from his place, he was quite upset that Eko was peeping at him secretly.

“What privacy? Watch face cute chick tuh rights all nations kali.” Later ideal.

Damar just screeched, then he took his helmet. He had to take a walk to clear his mind.

That's Eko. Sometimes it's fun but it often sucks.

*****

“Master, dinner is ready. Are you going to dinner now?” bargain with his young master.

Since this afternoon, Kean has kept quiet on his balcony. He spent his time accompanied by a glass of coffee and snacks that were both over. Since Marcel's return, Kean has been quieter and spending more time alone. He chose to stay on the balcony instead of watching his favorite show on television.

It looks like Kean put his phone in his pocket. That was the flat thing he always looked at. He let out a deep sigh that was then exhaled slowly, like there was a heavy burden blocking his current feelings.

“Come.” His word.

He seemed hesitant to approach. I don't know what happened to his young master until he became so quiet.

“You didn't hear me?” Kean turned his head and looked at Disa for a moment. His face looked sad with a wrinkle line on his forehead.

Disa rushed over to Kean. “There can I help sir?” he tried to show his calm face when he saw Kean who looked not okay.

“Sit.” Point Kean at the chair that blocked the little table from him.

Passed Kean and Disa sat there. He looked at Kean for a moment who was staring at nowhere. Clearly, his eyes looked empty.

“Do you ever feel like you're in the confinement of someone you don't want?” ask Kean suddenly. He did not look at Disa. His eyes were still staring at the dark night sky. It was already half 7pm and the sky started to show a blackish color.

“No sir.” Answer Isa quickly. “No one cares about my choice, then no one has ever constrained me.”.

He looked far ahead. Trying to rethink Kean's question.

“What will you do if someone curbs you?” Kean is still with his questions about curbing. Maybe this is how he feels right now.

“Depends on what they're bridled."

"However I thought, I have the right to choose for myself what I want and I need.” He answered lightly. Of course, all this time he had never felt that anyone was restraining him. He manages his own life, what it will be and what it will be depending on his choices and his legs and hands. He never imagined what it would be like in a barbed.

“How if your future is bridled. You are set to be what and what. What are you doing?” Kean's question sounded more purposeful. He looked at Disa and waited for an answer from the girl.

Disa smiled faintly. Somehow Kean was like forcing him to answer according to what he wanted to hear.

“People, whoever it is can impose his will on me. But, it is not a necessity for me to follow him.”

“I have my own way to organize my life. I have a responsibility to myself and to those around me. And if that person cares about us, they should respect our choice.” Speak with no burden.

Kean looked pensive at Disa's reply.

It flashed through his mind, what would happen if he came or did not come to the dinner. Marcel's invitation certainly had a certain intent. Added Marwan who asked him to come. Everyone forced him without giving a clear reason.

“Wake up, we go home.” Said Kean as he moved from his seat.

“Now sir?” Disa looked surprised at the sudden invitation from her young master. Ever since he got the invitation, his young master seemed reluctant to go to the main house, but it turned out that his mind could change.

Kean stopped his steps, he turned to Disa who was behind him. “You've cooked?”

“Already sir. But, it does not matter if the master does not eat it.” Answer Isa quickly.

“Why? Aren't you upset about cooking but I don't eat?” Kean slightly scrunched his forehead. As far as he knows, a woman will be very upset when the dishes that he has worked hard to make are even ignored.

“No sir. Master will be night with the master's family. Eating at the main house will definitely feel more delicious.” Timpal Is sure.

It felt like Kean wanted to laugh at Disa's answer. He was so sure that dinner at the main house would be very pleasant when there was never a pleasant interaction in the house. Including the moment called dinner.

Kean no longer chimed in with Disa's sentence. He rushed to his room to get the keys.

Kean's car began to go through the streets that are still quite crowded. Looks like people are on their way home. The sound of the horn cooed each other impatiently. Each wants to be given a way to get to their respective destinations immediately.

Only silence existed between them until then Kean asked, “Why do you think that eating with family is more enjoyable?” Kean continued their interrupted conversation. His view is still fixed on the road on the right lane that makes vehicles chase each other at high speed.

“Because I feel it sir.” Timpal Disa's. Slowly there was a shadow of the times he ate with his family in the village.

The grandmother who is usually busy making the food that she specialises in for Disa and the aunt who is busy commenting on the taste of her grandmother's food.

“Udah or imas, do not be tipped continuously. Finished later. That's tea for the enem.” That's what you usually hear from your grandmother.

If calculated, it has been almost 1 year he did not go home. It's been a long time and he's been really longing for the chili sauce made by his grandmother.

“If the cuisine made is only simple food, but will be luxurious when enjoyed with the people we love.” Disa said with a view that looks far ahead there.

In his mind is pictured when Jenar bribed him with his hands that had begun to tremble because of his age is not young anymore but it makes the taste of the food much more delicious.

“Take it simple what do you normally enjoy with your family?” Kean is increasingly interested in Disa's story. His face looks happy to remember the moments of eating with his family.

“My grandmother usually cook stir-fried salted fish and sambal terasi. Stewed bamboo shoots. Keep the rice cooked on top wait. Very good to enjoy if it is still warm.” His story made him swallow his own saliva. The taste of the grandmother's cooking was clearly drawn on the tip of her tongue.

“Perhaps occasionally you can cook it for me.” saw the expression Disa when telling the grandmother's cooking, it seems like she has to try the food that she thinks is foreign.

What kind of food it could not even imagine.

“I'm not sure sir will like.” It was doubtful to imagine its young master eating with salted fish.

“Why, you haven't tried cooking it.” Kean smiled at Disa who smiled faintly.

“Don't, don't try sir. It is not suitable for your tongue.”

“Be up first, and I will decide whether I like it or not.” Tandas Kean can not be denied.

“Good sir. I'll cook it for you during the rainy season.” There was no other choice for Disa than to grant her master's request even though she doubted that her young master would like her.

“Why wait for the rainy season?” Kean scrunched his forehead. In his mind, it is simple what if you have to wait for the rainy season to enjoy the food.

“Yes sir, because bamboo shoots only grow in the rainy season. Before he grows up to be bamboo, we take it first.”

“Bamboo?” Kean did not believe what he heard.

“Iya sir. The bamboo shoot was from a small bamboo shoot. That's why I'm not sure you'll like.”

Kean just chuckled at hearing the story of Disa. It turns out that the case of salted fish and bamboo shoots can divert a little bit of his mind until they unknowingly arrive at the main house.

Arriving at the main house, Marcel's car was parked in the yard. Apparently, his invitation to dinner was really earnest.

“Master, I'll excuse you first. Enjoy your time.” saying Disa who chose to go through the back door.

Kean simply nodded and continued his steps towards the main house.

“Wah, finally you came too.” Welcome Marcel who approached Kean and embrace him. Very friendly uncle tonight.

Kean responded coldly. In his mind, the more stale the base, the greater the surprise the uncle prepared for him.

Kean also saw Sigit, Liana and of course Shafira who smiled at him.

Sigit approached his son and grabbed him while patting Kean on the back. “Thank you for coming.” His word.

Kean just nodded, he was not used to this kind of atmosphere. After letting go of his embrace, Sigit looked at his son with pride. Slowly, his son began to demonstrate his ability to lead the company. According to him, it is not in vain he slightly forced his will because it turns out Kean is indeed capable.

“What are you going to dinner now sir?”  marwan.

“Wait a minute, we're still waiting for someone.” Marcel who chimed in while looking at the watch in his hand.

“Who else did you invite?” it seemed that Sigit did not know the next guest either.

“Quiet mas, this is a surprise for the son mas.” His dream was relaxed.

Kean looked at Marwan as if asking for an answer. But Marwan just shook his head, he did not know who the next person would come.

The sound of a car entering the parking lot. At first glance, the car is quite foreign and has never been seen Sigit. The car door opened and then closed again. And not long after, it appears someone is pushing a wheelchair with someone sitting on it.

Kean looked dumbfounded, as did Sigit, Liana and Marwan. Only Marcel smiled satisfied to see the expressions of the people in front of him.

“Arini?” lirih Sigit with a sentence that seems choked. Kean just stared, he still could not believe what he saw.

Staring at the female figure before him, “Is that really him?”

*****