Marry The Heir
Draw limits

A new day with a new mind, a new mood and of course a new intention. After the debate last night, between him and Kean, Disa began to think a lot. I think he has done too much that goes against his principles. In recent days, many unexpected things have happened and helped pull him into a vortex of problems that he really does not need to interfere with.

He must again make a clear boundary in his attitude. He tries not to think about things he shouldn't think about. Allowing everything to flow like water and putting all in his position was the move he chose.

It is undeniable, because his caring makes him think about things he should not think about. The atmosphere in the house that is not too comfortable, the tension between the residents of the house and the attitude of mutual disregard between them is no longer a matter of mind Disa. Simply do everything that is the task, in a sense it is better to get into problems that actually do not need to involve himself.

Sometimes his great sympathies make Disa unable to control his concern for others but he must survive on the boundary line he made last night. Let the problems in this family be solved in their own way. Doesn't it all take time and process? And it's not part of this process.

As per his intention, this morning, Disa had already started her work. The first thing she took care of was her great mistress, Arini.

In her room Arini was already bathed. In front of a mirror currently Disa and Arini are. Arini sat on the chair staring at her face in the mirror while Disa still combed Arini's hair carefully.

Arini smiled to herself looking at Disa who was so carefully combing her hair. Very painstaking and like afraid that Arini feels uncomfortable.

“Can, even if my hair is transplanted, but you comb with ordinary will not be released kok.” Said Arini who tried to smile with her stiff lips.

“Iya mistress. Actually not because of fear of dislodging but fear of mistress in pain if I was too rough.” I said while smiling at the reflection of Arini's face in the mirror.

“Feeling that pain makes me more grateful on appeal to not feel anything like it happened to both my legs.” Arini rubbed her whitish knees because of her thin, peeling skin. It's been a while both legs don't feel any pain or anything.

Disa also looked at the two legs of Arini who was always covered in blankets. Only at times like this can he see both feet Arini who said minimal to feel any stimulation including cold or heat. The scar may have been covered a lot but the nerves in his body still did not return to normal.

“Doctor austin said, the condition of the legs of the mistress improved in appeal first, just need to be diligent practice and therapy. God willing can stand again.” Disa still remembers some of the things Kean said some time ago about her mother's condition.

“Em, I have never walked for a very long time in the. I miss walking on grass, on a hot stretch of sand or asphalt. Sometimes I want to run like people, but unfortunately, there's nowhere I want to go. Maybe that's what made my legs finally stay like this. Not powerful even though the results of the examination improve.” Arini looked at Disa with a page. Although it looks often expressionless but his sad look is clearly visible from the twinkle of his sad eyes.

Disa moved in front of Arini and sat down. He looked at Arini's legs which in some parts do not have pores “I'm sure there is someone who wants to walk in disconnect with the mistress. Who always worried about the mistress and expected the recovery of the mistress. And I am sure he is willing to bring the mistress to walk on grass, sand or paved roads.” said Disa with full seriousness.

His words made Arini moved. He understood exactly who someone meant by Disa.

“You are very sweet.” His words while rubbing the head of Disa. “Someone who became your mother must have been very lucky to have you. Thank you for always cheering me on.” added Arini.

Arini's words are so sweet to hear. It's just that someone never existed. If God had not taken him who could be called mother, maybe his feelings would be very happy. Got a swipe in the head, had a friend to tell a story and of course someone who could strengthen it.

One corner of his heart felt claustrophobic, despite being used to being without a mother, in fact, in the depths of his heart, he missed that figure.

You, if only. Can only wonder, because everything will never happen in his life.

Seeing the silent Disa, Arini realized it seemed like her sentence made Disa carried away with feeling. He tried to divert the conversation so as not to make the sweet face of Disa more sad.

“Okey, forget my words.” he said paused the silence of Disa. “If you want to help me to get well soon, please get me a box in that drawer.” Pointing the drawer behind Disa.

“Good mistress.” It turns out that there is a need for other topics to divert the mind of Disa so as not to drown in suppositions.

Inside the drawer that Arini pointed to, there was a green box like a place of herbal medicines. “This is a mistress, please.” Put it on Arini's lap.

Looking at the green box made Arini smile to herself. He opened it and saw 2 bottles of medicine with Korean writing as a label. “This is a medicine given by a friend of mine. Said this cream could speed up cell repair because of burns."

"Can you please apply this cream to my feet and hands?” shows one large bottle of the drug that has the fragrance of lavender.

“Can mistress. Let me help.”

Disa began to apply a little cream that has a soothing fragrance. It turns out that Arini's idea to divert his mind is indeed quite helpful. The sweet girl looked engrossed in rubbing the cream onto some parts of her body, as if she had forgotten from her mind a while ago.

At the door there, there was Kean who had noticed the interaction of Disa and Arini. Sometimes he smiles but then returns with his serious face closer to Arini.

Behind Arini he stood and then kissed Arini's head.

“Hay darling, I'm not surprised at the sound. You use flying science?” His son who stood behind.

“Mamah is really fun anyway, like it does not need me anymore.” His face was made to look annoyed to tease Arini.

“Mana. You are still number one in the heart of mamah and most mamah need.” Swiping Kean's head that was leaning on his shoulder.

Kean watched as Disa, who was smiling, heard their conversation. Feeling annoyed the rest of the night, yawned just like that when he saw the smile that was always on his lips. It felt like he was sorry that he had spoken rudely to Disa last night.

“You have breakfast first son. Back to the office, right?” arini's voice made Kean wake up from his daydream.

“Mamah has breakfast?” straightening his body and smoothing his appearance.

“Not yet, but later mamah down. Mom also wants breakfast under.”

“Pastile. Mamah's son. Kean wait under yaa..”

“Hem, go. Later mamah followed the same in.”

Before leaving, Kean took the time to look at Disa in a few moments. He still did not look at her and was busy with his work. Either really busy or just pretending to avoid it because it's still upset.

This woman is sometimes hard to guess.

*****

“Wah, sister-in-law also have breakfast here. I'm really lucky to be able to eat with this happy family.” Marcel said when he saw Arini's arrival with Disa. Arini only smiled faintly, she knew her sister-in-law's speech was just a pleasantries with insinuations in it.

Liana turned her head and threw a smile that made as friendly as possible to Arini but only responded indifferently. Seeing Arini's attitude made the food he was chewing felt like sand blocking his throat. It's hard to swallow.

Marcel looked at the people in front of him alternately and smiled happily. “I should have taken me home from a long time ago. This house so feels like heaven with two angels, right mas?” the question Marcel asked Sigit who was enjoying his breakfast unsettled.

Marcel kept talking. Starting from discussing company issues, asking Shafira who did not take breakfast and of course this time discussing the household problems of the brother who he made jokes to mengacing the atmosphere into heat.

“Hah, very lucky people who live in this house. Although there is a nancy typhoon outside, but we can still feel calm in this house, gathered with our beloved family. Home sweet home.” Marcel's babble sounded more like a quip.

Sigit put his spoon down roughly. He was fed up with Marcel's seemingly innocent attitude. Even though his sister is what makes the breakfast atmosphere unpleasant.

“Shut! Finish your food, then leave.” immediately Sigit's emotions began to be provoked. He's been caught off guard by Marcel's attitude lately. He began to meddle too much in his family's affairs and many make problems increasingly runnyam.

“Du du du.. Mas sigit is always serious. Can't be asked to be joking.” He muttered while wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Sigit looked growling with his hands clenched firmly.

“This family does feel like heaven, but only until before I go home.” Arini chimed in Marcel's sentence cynically.

He glanced at Sigit who was now staring at him.

“Hahahaha.. Mba rini can only be kalo becanda. Mba rini know right, if the heart of this house is mba rini. Mba Rini who made this house very comfortable until finally, boom! Hahahaha..” Marcel chuckled at the end of his sentence with a glance that he aimed at Liana.

“Please stop marcel.” Lirih Liana who already looked very uncomfortable. “Do not spoil our breakfast show.” The impression while glancing at Sigit who looks emotional. In his hands Sigit clenched, but quickly Sigit dodged.

Liana clenched her hands. It felt like Sigit had just humiliated him.

“Wah doesn't seem like I should be out. But there is someone who should know themselves and not enter other people's homes carelessly.” Sindir Marcel looked back at Liana.

“DIAM!” gertak Sigit's. Sigit's emotions really broke.

One bluff managed to make the atmosphere was silent for a moment. His eyes seemed to bark at Marcel. Marcel always had problems for his family.

Looking at the sigit's attitude, Arini just bowed. There was a sense of disappointment that ambushed his feelings. It felt like he understood the meaning of Sigit's current attitude. This emotional attitude is because he is defending the woman sitting next to him. If only he knew that he would be disappointed in the end, he probably never should have come home.

He grabbed Kean's hand that had fallen silent beside him. If it were any longer, perhaps his son would join in wrath.

“Marcel please stop.” Lirih Arini's. This time the attention of the people at the dining table was on Arini. He tried to smile to try to look good.

“My return is to meet and accompany my son. And now I realize that this house is not a place I can go to. Sorry because in these few days I have made you feel uncomfortable.”

This sentence he finally said Arini to end his discomfort. Since coming to this house, it was like he did not recognize the house he used to care for and live in. A lot of things had changed and he realized, not this place he was going to. Except the people in it.

If then the people he wants to go to no longer expect his presence, then the choice he must take is to leave. Back leaving everything in its original position as it was before it came. Nothing changes without anyone feeling left out.

“Mah,” Kean has already started to get upset with this state of affairs. Arini is like being defeated by circumstances that make her look helpless.

But Arini immediately held her son's hand while shaking. “Please bring mommy back to your house. Hem?”

Arini's eyes look sad. There was no more flame of spirit like when he said he wanted to go home.

With the same disappointment, Kean agreed to Arini's request. He did not want to let Arini be in a place that made him feel uncomfortable. If it wasn't here, then they should have left immediately.

*****