Marry The Heir
Stories in the past

POV TIME:

I still don't fully understand what's really going on in this house. Ever since I came home last night, the atmosphere was suddenly gripping. I never knew who my friends were talking about until Kak Tina finally said that it was Madame Arini, the mother of the young master.

Really, I'm still very surprised. It turned out that there were so many secrets that my master had and I never thought.

Still fresh in my memory when I first came to this house a few months ago. A large house with all the luxurious facilities and abundant wealth seems to be the initial benchmark I judge that the people in this house live comfortably and happily.

Days changed and slowly I began to see a lot of things that made me think that my first impression of this family was wrong. Not entirely wrong, just that, idealism about a family is in fact not in accordance with reality.

The first time I saw this young master's interaction with the filler of the house, it was very rigid. There was no sense of attachment that I could understand as a family bond. Everything was too foreign and made me guess the real circumstances that happened in this house.

Some time ago when I was cleaning the young master's room, I found a photo in a special closet where the young master placed his favorite action figure. a picture of a beautiful woman with a small child laughing happily. Only once did I see her because the next day, the photo was gone.

I have also seen once a photo of the face of the same woman holding a boy who was made into a laptop screen wallpaper young master. At that time I delivered a snack to his study and accidentally saw the photo. And only then did I know that when the young master was moody, that photo was what he was looking at secretly.

Last night, I just found out that that woman is a woman that young master loves very much. But I never thought that young master and Miss Shafira were born from two different women. There is nothing wrong as if men have more than one wife, it's just that there may be unfinished things before everything becomes what it is now.

I can imagine, the attitude of the young master to non Shafira is the fruit of disappointment in circumstances that he did not expect. Like he has not been able to accept the presence of mistress Liana and non Shafira in his life.

Arini, the name of the woman who became the young master's first wife.

Like I was stringing a puzzle, my head was pulsating with dizziness as the memory of this household filler swirled in my head.

“Well, we know enough about our employer's problems and we don't need to discuss them. After all we discuss it there is no benefit for us and do not finish them too right?”

I still remember my own words that I made to my friends.

It's just enough to know, but that doesn't mean our brains don't come to think, stringing together the many mysteries in this house. Ignoring the problems that were happening in plain sight, it wasn't as easy as when I took out those words. There is a high curiosity and desire to know what is really going on in this house.

A moment ago, the young master called me to his room for some reason. It's just that, since the return of Madam Arini, the young master has remained in this house and spent his time with his mother. Even at lunch, he chose to go home, lunch with lady Arini never once he left. Maybe he's trying to replace some of his lost time.

Right now, I see the young master sitting on his bedroom sofa while I stand while looking down without daring to look at his face. I don't know what reason he called me tonight but there seems to be something important he wants to say.

“She's my mom.” It was the first sentence I heard from the young master's mouth. I raised my face and saw the young master looking at me. “Arini pratiwi, the great woman who has always been my axis of happiness.” Further.

It seems like he was trying to introduce the big madam to me.

I tried to smile even though I knew it was not the right time to smile. It's just, I'm trying to accept what the young master is saying.

The young master changed his sitting position from before sitting upright by crossing his legs, this time he leaned back, trying to look relaxed even though I knew, his feelings were not that relaxed.

“At the time of the incident, almost 68% of his body was burned. I saw a lot of blackish wounds and flames on his body that I found very difficult to extinguish. He grimaced but never once did he let go of his embrace.”

“I know, it's in a lot of pain. But for the sake of protecting me, he ignored his safety."

"And until now, never once did he confess his pain, just because he was afraid to worry me.”

The voice of the young master turned raucous. He bent his body and cupped his face which he then wiped.

“I'm afraid of the. I fear if when I open my eyes, I hear bad news about my mother.I am also afraid, if something bad happens when I am not beside her.” The young master looked back at me. She bit her own lips, as if she was holding back a cry.

Looking at his face, I felt like I could feel the fear that was currently perching in the young master's heart.

“I regret if finally, he who had to come to see me, traveled thousands of miles with a body condition that is not okay. If only I were stronger, I should have finished everything immediately so I was the one who went to see him.”

“But at the same time I am grateful. I am grateful for still having the opportunity to see my mother, talk to her, look at her face and hug her tightly. I'm happy ina.” Reveal the young master with a voice that was almost blocked.

My heart breaks to hear the young master's confession. I had never felt such great anxiety as the young master had but I knew, the fear of losing was real. The pain of leaving it is clear.

I saw the sad face of the young master. Her eyes were red and slightly wet.

He smiled at me and rubbed his face violently.

“You see sa, I'm weak. I'm a coward.” He said with a look directed at me.

I took a deep breath, for some reason I could feel the tightness that the young master was currently feeling.

I took my foot one step, for some reason my body suddenly walked towards him. I tried to smile among the pain that filled my heart.

“No sir, you are not weak. You're not a coward either."

"To cry though, you need the courage to do it in front of others.” My voice was suddenly hoarse and raucous. Like something stuck in my throat and stuck my breath.

If it looks glassy, maybe my eyes are red and teary at the moment.

The young master looked smiling, once then he took his eyes off me. I know she was crying and trying to hide her tears from me.

If I used to be so panicked to see his face that was frightened and in pain, this time it was more than that.  The pain of the young master felt like punching a sword-sword in my chest, sore and stifling.

“And I am sure, young master is crying not because young master is weak. But, the young master cried for having tried hard for a long time. Every now and then, it's fine to show what you feel mr.”

I don't know where that sentence came from so easily came out of my mouth. I wasn't trying to string it together but the words were just intertwined. Maybe because I felt the feeling of crying because I had tried hard for a long time, alone.

The young master got out of his place and walked up to me. He stood a few steps ahead of me. I could see her deep eyes staring at me. I swallowed my own salivary and tried to control the invigorating feeling that was suddenly present.

“Can if I currently share the load with you?” tanyanya doubt. I returned his fixed gaze. “Please help me take care of the only woman I love.” her door hopefully.

A smile appeared on the young master's face. His hand was raised towards me but then he clenched his hand and he hid it behind his body.

“Thank you for that. Thank you very much.” Reveal it with great intent.

I just nodded and smiled again, trying to encourage him.

"Hey, don't be sad. I will accompany you, sir." My inner.

Sir, I have never felt what warm a mother's embrace looks like. I also never felt what it would be like to worry about the person we love so much. But I once felt, what pain was like alone and left behind.

And never feel it. Because in the end, we can only regret when it's all over and just become a memory that we can never repeat.

Memories? I never even had it.

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“Goodnight madam,..” that sentence became the first sentence spoken Disa on Arini.

In his hand he brought a large portion of the dinner he had prepared according to Kean's order.

“Foods that can be eaten mamah not the same as us. I will send you the menu according to the advice of a nutritionist. Please make sure your mom likes the food you make.” So did Kean's message this afternoon.

He also sent several food menus complete with doses compiled by nutritionists. The menu is quite easy, the instructions are clear. The hardest part was making it so appealing that Arini wanted to eat the food. As we all know, healthy food is not always good, right? then at least, make it a little more interesting to invite taste.

Arini, who was sitting on her bed with Kean, immediately turned her head when she heard the light and cheerful sound of Disa. He also looked at Kean who looked smiling when he saw the arrival of Disa.

“Come.” Greet Arini. He still noticed Kean's change in expression before him and then looked back at Disa.

“Thank you madam.” Disa enters Arini's room and smiles faintly at the woman who is now looking at her.

“What's your name?” ask Arini later.

“I am in the mistress, one of the maids here.”

Arini. He grabbed Kean's slightly jolted hand. It seemed like her son was quite shocked when suddenly Arini clasped his hand.

“What do you bring?” Kean tried to distract her by making small talk.

“I bring dinner to the mistress and young master.”

Disa puts a large tray of dinner menu on a wheeled table and pushes it closer to Arini.

“What mistress and master will eat now?” bargain later.

“Hem. Bring it to me.” Arini pointed to one of the food that Disa brought.

“Good mistress, please.” One bowl of food that has been prepared Disa given to Arini. Food that is carefully dosed according to the instructions of nutritionists. Arini already knows the composition of the food in front of her is different, the appearance is made more beautiful.

“Thank you. You eat also nak.” Arini told Kean.

“Iya, kean temenin mamah eat.”

Disa smiled at the closeness of mother and child in front of her. He had to admit, there was a bit of envy because he had never experienced what Kean and Arini were doing at the moment. But at the same time, he felt grateful to be able to see his young master smiling again. Very soothing.

With immediate effect Disa took the plate for her young master. Some side dishes were taken Kean and he could already imagine how the taste of Disa cuisine he missed.

During his stay at the main house, the cuisine made is a luxurious cuisine commonly served by Kinar. He likes it only, the taste of Disa cuisine is much more he can enjoy.

Kean smiled faintly, as a single mouthful of food entered his mouth.

Arini stared fixedly at her son's face, she saw the true difference in Kean's expression from a moment ago.

With trembling hands Arini scooped one mouthful.

Disa picked up a feeding cloth which she then placed on Arini's lap. Arini just smiled at the alertness of Disa.

“Can I help madam?” tawar Disa's. He was worried to see Arini's difficulty when going to feed food to his mouth.

“Hem,” said while giving his bowl to Disa.

Disa swiftly took Arini's bowl and began to feed it painstakingly. One or two mouthfuls look so voraciously enjoyed by Arini. Occasionally Disa smeared the corner of Arini's lips that were a little smudge.

From his place, Kean noticed the interaction of Disa and her mother. I don't know why the corner of his heart warmed.

The longer they look the more familiar they are. Arini began to look comfortable and talk more despite a little difficulty. Occasionally they laughed softly during his dinner filled with small talk.

Kean must admit, Disa's patience is indeed very big. Until the end of dinner they still talk casually talk about trivial things that make the two closer. It seems Kean didn't pick people wrong.

“Thank you disa.” Inner Kean without taking his eyes off of Disa and Arini.

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