Marry The Heir
We know you are strong!!!

Arini's desire cannot be denied. That morning, after breakfast they rushed to Kean's house. There were not many items he carried, only one small suitcase of clothes and one bag of medicines he used to use. He is very sure to immediately get out of this luxurious house because it feels uncomfortable.

He is willing to leave a luxurious house with a magnificent design and all its sophisticated facilities, moving to a town house that can be said to be much simpler. Because for him, the house is not about how magnificent the building he lives in but how warm the closeness that can be intertwined with all the fillers of the house.

It is Kinar who is currently busy arranging rooms for Arini to occupy. placing items with a safe distance so as not to block the movement of Arini with a wheelchair. Nita and Reza also took part in tidying up the house that little by little changed for the comfort of its residents.

Arini occupies the guest room and Disa occupies Kean's workspace. Kean's workspace was originally a room, only the size was not as large as other rooms so it was used as a workspace. For his study room shifted to the room next to Disa's room, where usually Kean spent his time while enjoying a cup of tea.

In Disa's new room, Reza eagerly arranged a fairly simple room. There are not many items to be arranged, just a bed with a set of cabinets and a dressing table. He also put a carpet near the bed as a place to relax.

“You must give thin curtains in the window sa, so that if it is noon, you can open the window.” Said Reza who is still trying to shift the closet Disa. His sweat has been pouring because from morning he continues to move things from one place to another.

They did hire some artisans, but focused more on doing heavy work such as installing canopies in parks and repairing waterways. For the little things that can still be handled, they do it themselves.

“Iya sis.. later I buy thin curtains.” In order to get their work done faster, Disa Follow helps Reza push cabinets and other heavy items. Reza's power is large, he is able to move his own wardrobe that is not too big. It was just that Disa was not used to sitting on her hands, letting others organize her room while she was just watching.

Working with people we like is more fun.

“The bed I slide is a little yes, so that you can fit if you want to pray.” This is the work to do so Reza to organize Disa's room.

In terms of arranging space, Reza is qualified. He pays attention to every detail of the room not only from the function but from the side of beauty and neatness. He is not the type of guy who likes to put a wet towel on the bed. Everything he did was conceptual and slick.

“Iya kak.”

Who would have thought Reza could be a tadpole as well and quite entertaining for Disa. Since first seeing Reza, his friendly nature indeed made anyone very easily attracted to this handsome figure. Moreover, he cares deeply for the people around him including Disa.

“Sa, the bathroom is slippery, do not forget later on the brush first so you do not fall.” Reza's job is to check the bathroom, check the floor and try the lights on.

“Iya kak.” Can only smile and busy themselves by putting clothes in the closet.

In Reza's hands did not take off the rag he used to clean into some corner of the room.

“Eh the lights are dead too. I went downstairs to get the lights.”

“Later aja brother, I asked for help pak revelasi to masang lamp.”

“All of you are with me. You think I can't put the light on?” she said with a smile. It turned out like it was Reza's face when annoyed, looking really funny.

“Ya already, thanks ya.”

“Hem.” Only that Reza said before he came down.

Disa still smiled to herself considering the great day she spent with Reza. Rarely, but effectively.

“Sa, would you like me to take a soft drink?”

Eh he returned again, making Disa have to forget for a moment his daydream.

“Bby brother, thanks ya.”

The one in the mouth of the door only nodded before actually leaving. The vegetables still heard the sound of her footsteps. Disa shook her head to expel for a moment her overly sweet thoughts about Reza.

One knock on the door again paused the work of Disa. “Iya kak.” His leg while looking.

His eyes immediately rounded when he saw someone standing at the door and it was not Reza.

“I kean, sa-ya kean.” Kean spoke with great emphasis. Upset it also feels on call “Kak” but it is definitely a call for Reza. And look at the expression of Disa's face, why from that calm then turned disappointed when the one he saw was not Reza. Sorry, thought Kean.

“Ma-maf young master. I think, brother reza.” Is down with regret. His voice sounded slower too. He should have just looked at me and just talked. If he had seen the expression of his young master like this, his young master's address all day would have been annoyed.

Unwilling to respond to Disa's words, he was still too upset because he thought others.

“Down, serve the food I brought!” then he turned around leaving Disa.

He looked at the clock on the wall and it was already half 12 noon. It turns out that time really does not feel when used to do a lot of work. Wait, serve food? He hasn't cooked yet.

With quick steps following Kean. When he arrived on the first floor, Nita and Arini were already in the living room and talking. Kean was still talking to a worker.

“What's up?” Reza with a bottle of soft drink looked surprised to see Disa who suddenly ran towards the kitchen.

“I forgot haven't packed lunch.” The murmur that Reza could still hear. He simply ignored the soft drink bottle that was in Reza's hands.

Looking at Disa who looked panicked, Reza just smiled as she tightly grasped the bottle of drink in her hand. When there was Kean, his focus immediately switched quickly. Other things beyond the needs of his young master looked insignificant. Though Reza still wants to be together to enjoy this cold drink on the balcony while chatting.

“Can, don't cook. Young master bring food.” Kinar brought two bags of paper bags with the label of a famous restaurant.

“Oh well ma'am, I serve first.” Take the paper bag from Kinar's hand and place it on the plates.

He turned his head for a moment to his young master who was still giving instructions to the workers. He realized that his young master was trying to ease his work. Not demanding to cook as usual and instead bring a fancy lunch menu.

*****

Stay home all day and just curl up on the bed with a thick blanket that covers almost her entire body. Not eating or drinking and ignoring all the knocks on the door. Shafira has been doing this all day. There was no energy for him to move from his place, his body felt so limp and uninspired.

His eyes were still swollen and his voice was raucous from crying too often. If you remember some unpleasant events for him, suddenly his chest feels hot especially when reading the chatter of his friends in the school virtual group.

“Chemical task page 187, in kumpulin tuesday yes friends.” The sentence seemed to be a pause for the conversation that Malvin threw into their chat.

No one responds, but usually the girls langusung scramble for cheat. A few minutes later the one back in the share was gossip about him. It is more subtle and without basis.

“Ups! Sorry wrong send.” Once the comment that shared the link of an article online 10 minutes after the news he spread. Of course his friends have read because the viewer rises drastically.

Shafira only let out a long sigh, so satisfied her friends bully her through words. Some of them may be laughing. And this makes Shafira even more reluctant to go to school. His mentality was not yet strong enough, he was not ready to meet his friends who would probably stare at him cynically and bully him blatantly.

In his mind, even though he does not have many friends, his circle of friends is narrow but he is a self-oriented person. He is not the type of person who meddles in the affairs of others let alone participate in bullying. For him the problem is enough then there is no point in interfering in the affairs of others. But what his friends did as if he was an evil so they were content to bully Shafira without hesitation. I don't know what reason they could be so compact trying to knock Shafira mentally? Maybe just feel satisfied when seeing someone mentally fall and laugh at the difficulties of others. Really, not for example.

Shafira was tired of everything. If you remember Kean's sentence last night, “Stop reading non-essential comments on any social media. It is not your obligation to retaliate let alone explain it to everyone!”

I have to admit, I think that sentence is true. Consider his family is problematic but they are not entitled to give judgment or blasphemy to his family.

Finally what shafira did was to get out of the group chat. He's tired already. It was up to them to speak what clearly he did not want to think about. Just let them think Shafira is a coward but for him, maintaining mental health is much more important. He needs time, he needs to strengthen himself.

Several messages were also received by Shafira. Diana, Malvin and Ira?

A message from Ira that made Shafira curious and quickly Shafira read it. “Fir, you're fine right?” the message Ira sent shortly after Shafira left her virtual group.

Since when does Ira care about her situation? Wasn't he one of those people who had a grudge not only on Shafira but also on her family? He should be satisfied, right, seeing Shafira slumped?

Little remember, in the virtual group conversation Shafira did not find Ira's comment. It seems he still has the feeling not to bully Shafira.

Another message was sent by Diana. “Fir,.” he wrote with an emoticon of hugs and kisses.

Perhaps this was the form of spirit that Diana sent without being able to say anything. But shafira could feel the anxiety messages Diana felt for her. He still remembered the time Diana tried to defend him in front of Nara and Fia.

They had a heated argument even though Shafira did not know what the end was like.

And the last message is a message from Malvin. Shafira scrunched her forehead when Malvin sent her a video. When it's played, it's the piano clang that Malvin's playing and he knows, it's the song they're going to sing tomorrow. Her dead friends sang their part and when Shafira part, none of them sang. They were silent with their silent gazes.

Malvin turned to his cell phone screen and closed his eyes trying to enjoy the melody he intertwined. Very lovely. Slowly Shafira's lips muttered, voicing the line of lyrics with her voice. He held onto his chest which suddenly felt claustrophobic with tears that began to drip.

He got out of bed without stopping the video he was watching. He missed this mood. The atmosphere of practicing and encouraging each other with his friends. Donating the most beautiful sound according to their part that makes this song more emotional.

Not long after, Diana's sad face filled the phone screen. He sat next to Malvin who was still playing his piano with his eyes closed.

“Fir, this is part lo. And no one will sing this part other than lo.” Diana wiped her suddenly dripping tears. He tried to smile but it was hard.

“Tomorrow we perform. Ma'am, you bought us a new uniform."

"It's black, like the color of the clothes you gave me the other day. Will you be coming by fir?” diana finally sniffled. He put his cell phone and what is seen now is the ceiling of the hall that has been decorated with balloons and flowers.

“Lo don't cry on. Later fira denger and more sad. Vin this part lo cut aja video.” pinta a girl who sounded calm Diana.

Shafira smiled faintly. He bit his lips with a swerve to hold back the broken cry. It was so stifling that his shoulders moved up and down but without any sound of crying could be heard.

Imagining his friends practicing and being confined to his room by himself is not fair enough. They both trained from the beginning and at a time like this they are still trying to encourage Shafira through the second video sent by Malvin.

“Firaaaa…. Yaaa spirit. We wait to join again. Firaaa spirit..” Excite his choir friends with compact.

Shafira.  Her crying really broke. Turns out he was wrong. He has never been alone all this time. Of the many people who bullied him it turns out there are still people who care about him. There are those who don't leave him when he's down.

“Firaaa, passion yes.. Whatever happens, we know you are strong. We love you!!!” said Andini who was sustained by the cry of his friends.

Shafira laughed in her tears. Between haru and sad mixed into one. Since when do friends who are ignorant become so sweet have great care. Although their words are short and short, but his attention feels right to the bottom of Shafira's heart.

Although they did not help Sapphira solve her problems, the spirit they gave managed to shed some of the burden of Shafira's grief.

“Do not cry, later you guys hoarse.” Lirih Shafira rubbed her phone screen.

I feel so lucky to have friends supporting me. Something he would not be able to buy with money.

*****