Marry The Heir
Stringing

“Can... gratellaahh... You saved me..” Nina said as she hugged Disa tightly.

He was so grateful that his young lady was finally able to leave for school without making a more terrible fuss. If only he had not been banged up, perhaps he would not have been the cause of his non-young anger.

“Iya, thank goodness the problem is not prolonged.” Disa who also felt relieved.

“You should pay more attention to your work nina, do not be stupid and rash like earlier.” Kinar who saw Nina smiling calmly returned making the girl's face stiffen instantly.

Kinar's gaze was still cold mixed with frustration over the problems made by his subordinates.

“Good ma'am I'm sorry. I promise in the future will be more careful and please do not fire me.” Nina seduced in front of Kinar.

“Soal dismissal, I'm not sure.” Timpal Kinar stared at Nina sharply. "We'll see how lucky you are this time" like there's a threat tucked away from Kinar's words and made Nina shudder. He turned to Disa with his face, Disa just shook her head not knowing what to do.

From a distance came the sound of footsteps approaching. The attention of the servants was fixed on the entrance of the kitchen with the shadow of the approaching man.

“Good morning, mr. Marwan.” greet Kinar when he saw the figure that had made his heart nervous not because. They thought maybe the big master heard their commotion.

“Good morning. The big master asked you to go to his study.” Marwan said as he glanced at Nina and Disa.

“Good sir, I will soon meet the big master.” Sahut Kinar nodded.

Marwan did not chim in, he soon passed to meet his great master first.

“Bu, will I be fired?” nina's first voice was heard after Marwan passed.

Kinar did not reply in the slightest, he just exhaled his coarse breath while looking at Nina in annoyance. If Nina gets fired, she will be more dizzy to find a new waitress who is not necessarily better than Nina. Kinar left, with a feeling of unease that was almost the same felt by Nina.

“Would it be, what if I got fired? I've worked here for 2 years and my family's economic condition improves, if I get fired, how should I go?” Nina could no longer hold back her tears.

“Quiet nina, hope everything is fine..” Disa rubbed Nina's tormented back in front of him.

“Yes, easy not dismissal, just a reduction in salary just like usually.” Timpal Tina is approaching.

Nina's crying was breaking. “If my salary is cut again, how do I pay my new phone installment 4 months?” she said with sadness.

No one is chiming in. Each with his mind that could not calm Nina down. Maybe they should let Nina cry until satisfied.

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“.....Heal the world, Make it a better place. For you and for me, and the entire human race. There are people dying. If you care enough for the living. Make a better place for you and for me.

This temple became the last temple that Shafira sang with her friends. Shafira with her beautiful voice, stood in the front and central ranks. She looks cute in the chorus uniform she wears.

Teachers and school boards and friends applauded the roar as the last melodic part of the song was completed. They bowed their bodies giving a sign of respect before descending from the stage of the school hall where they were performing.

Shafira attended an international school. Schools that not only pit cognitive abilities but also the wealth of their parents. The caste system seems to be happening in this school. She is one of the conglomerate's daughters who stole the attention of her teachers and friends. Not because of his brilliant academic achievements but because of his all-branded and modern appearance, also his voice that is worthy of praise.

“Thank God, everything went well. The principal is very proud of your appearance.” Praise the music teacher while rubbing Shafira's shoulder.

"Yeaayy thank God." cried Shafira and her friends.

They look relieved to be able to complete one of their tasks in the event held by the school.

In this school is often held activities outside of learning and involves many guests from various circles. As it is today, Shafira's school holds fundraisers for disaster victims and choir performances seem to be mandatory in every activity like this.

“Yes, you rest first. Perform again after closing the principal. Shafira, good job!” Tukas Andini, Shafira's music teacher. He gave his thumbs up to Shafira who played the central character in their choir.

“Iya bu,..” Shafira said with a smile expanded.

Only in this field can Shafira get scintillating praise, other things seem to give up.

“Ke canteen yuk fir,.”tax his friend Diana.

“Tomorrow. But I went to class first, something missed.”

“Yes, I'm waiting there. Want me to pesenin all gag?”

“Bby, regular kayak yes.”

“Ready!” diana exclaimed as she made a brief salute to Shafira.

“Gosh!” shafira exclaimed as she arrived at the mouth of her class.

He almost collided with his classmate Malvin. Malvin is one of the choir members who plays the piano. His cold attitude, made Shafira interested since they were in the same class. Maybe Malvin represents a minority caste in this school. He entered this school not because of the wealth of his parents, but because of his intelligence and musical talent.

There is not much Shafira knows about Malvin because of his mysterious figure and rarely communicates with his classmates. But just hearing his voice, sometimes makes Shafira reflex turn to the sharp-eyed man.

As of this moment, Shafira's heart was almost dislodged, not only because of the sudden shock of meeting Malvin in the mouth of the class but because of the look of cold eyes that felt piercing Shafira's heart. But Malvin's expression still remained with his flat face without the slightest surprise.

The classic thing happened, when Shafira chose to the left, Malvin also chose the same direction. As it moves to the right, it returns along with Malvin's steps.

Malvin stopped his steps, “Where do you want to go?” between those lips let out a sound that made Shafira's heart beat in pain. And his sharp gaze, made Shafira stammer just to choose left or right.

“Ki, ri.” He is moving to the right.

Malvin just shook his head. Look at this round-eyed girl can't even tell which one is left and which one is right.

Malvin touches both of Shafira's shoulders making their view meet with a fairly close distance. For a while Shafira held her breath with her lips pinched. Before long Malvin shifted his all-round body in the direction Shafira meant and he just passed from before Shafira.

“Fiuhh...” Shafira breathed a sigh of relief.

He touched his chest which was pounding very hard. Crazy, as big as this damage from the smartest student in his class. Cold, calm, mysterious and thrilling.

“Gosh, I can faint.” Shafira muttered as she leaned against the wall to calm herself down.

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Waiting for her clothes to dry, Disa returned to her room and took her old-fashioned cell phone. For the past few days, he hasn't had time to share news with Meri but it seems like the tant is fine because not a single message or call came to his phone.

He was trying to contact someone he missed so much. Jenar is the only living family in her hometown. Jenar is the mother of her late father who currently lives with her nephew.

The object measuring 105 x 44 x 20 mm with a monophonic ringtone and the black and white screen began to light up raising a white light that hit the sweet face of Disa. He looked for the number of Bi Imas, a relative who lived with Jenar and in a few moments the call was connected.

“Halo, who is this?” jenar's voice was clearly heard from there, even very loud.

“Halo nek, this is Disa.” said Disa with a smile on her lips.

“Oh gosh, this is si eneng, disa.” Jenar said, maybe to his relatives.

“Ya already, grandma talking. Ask how it is.” Another voice rang out clearly in Disa's ear and made her smile again.

“Neng, how are you doing, son? Are you healthy? What have you eaten yet?” the lucky question sounded so clear from Jenar's mouth. His voice trembled a little perhaps because of his age.

“Can already eat nek, Disa is also in good health. Grandma how are you?”

“Grandpa well. The money you sent grandma to buy rubbing medicine. Lately grandma's feet hurt more often.” Denar revealed while sorting a pair of legs that are not as solid as before.

Disa was silent for a while, apparently Jenar still keeps the money he sent a few months ago. Is it possible that he deliberately kept the money so as not to trouble Disa.

“Sorry, can't send money anymore. Next month God willing Can send again the same clothes for grandma.”

“Iyaaa... Thank ye. The important thing is that you are healthy, take good care of yourself. Grandma is here all right.” Denar sincerely said. Very touching to the heart of Disa.

Can imagine Jenar's wrinkled face smiling with her teary eyes. The face she missed so much. Maybe at this time the grandmother was wiping her tears with the tip of her dress of danger as she usually did.

Disa tried to hold back her crying, she did not want to make the woman she loved so sad.

“Ya already, Can work first ya nek. If you are vacationing, try to go home to grandma.” He said while wiping the tears that dripped on his cheeks.

“Iya son. “ Jenar closed her call whether it was on purpose or not. In fact hearing the voice of Jenar did not quite erase her longing all this time.

Disa leaned her body against the wall and was still looking at her mobile phone which she held tightly. Hopefully the day passes quickly so Disa can get a day off and go home to see her grandmother.

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