Marry The Heir
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Lately Reza very often plays to Kean's house. Occasionally with Nita and often come alone, especially to meet Disa. Every time he came he brought food as a hand, exactly ABG who was flanking his girlfriend.

His efforts are quite persistent and almost every night Kean becomes a loyal audience of the process of Reza's approach to Disa.

Many things they do, ranging from taking a walk and breathing the night air while enjoying ice cream. Go to the minimarket to buy the goods that they can actually buy next time. Talking together in the park even occasionally Reza helps Disa do her job. Maybe it was a normal effort for Reza but it felt so annoying to someone who is Kean.

The balcony, which is usually a fun place for Kean to unwind his fatigue, became a place that he began to avoid. Every night he had to see Reza come and go from his house, while Disa faithfully escorted him while waving after saying "Be careful on the street.". What-what's this? Do they want to make people jealous? Don't you see if every night Mr. Revelation and Mr. Grace baper themselves see their romance?

And Arini, why has Arini never protested? He could have refused the arrival of Reza who slightly disturbed his calm. But he instead enjoyed random chat Reza and Disa which according to Kean is not beneficial at all for his heart health.

Like tonight. Reza came back and had a night with them. After that he took Disa out for a while and came home with a variety of flavors. Come on, Reza's not ABG anymore. Kean knew very well, this was not the way Reza approached a woman.

Coming home from the outside, Disa looks happy. He smiled widely, wider than Kean had ever seen before. Is he that happy? Why should Kean be happy when he sees his smile? It was heartless when the smile suddenly disappeared. Is it possible that Arini feels the same way as him? Can't bear to see the smile Disa lost then he let Reza in and out of this house almost every day.

On the stairs Kean sat. He noticed that Disa was enjoying her martab while Reza was on the phone. Kean's vegetables heard their conversation.

“Mistress, this is pomegranate juice. It says good for immunity and prevents arthritis.” Disa offered a glass of juice she had just made to Arini.

“Wah looks good.” Arini likes the red color that refreshes her eyesight. Usually he only sees green juice dominated by vegetables to maintain his health.

“You're on a drink now mistress?” tawar Disa's.

“Bby.” Arini looked so excited.

Cana brings her glass closer and helps Arini drink. One of the things Kean likes about Disa is the way he treats his mother.

“What's so good mistress?” wipe the remaining juice on the corner of Arini's lips with tissue.

“Enak. Looks like this will be one of my favorite drinks.” I am Arini who again asked for his drink. So greedy that half of it runs out.

“If mistress likes, I will make it often. Seling hose with other juices so that the mistress does not get bored.” Visa Promise.

Arini agreed. Indeed, there are quite a lot of juice variants made by Disa both for Arini and Kean.

Finished enjoying the juice, Arini's eyes glanced at the martabak in front of Disa. His saliva suddenly collected at the end of his throat which he then swallowed violently. It looks so good if he tasted just one piece.

“Can, can I try it one?” pinta Arini hesitantly.

Disa glanced at the martabak in front of her which was inviting to taste. It is only fitting that Arini also tempted.

“Is it okay if the mistress eats martabak?” so feel guilty when serving food that his great mistress could not enjoy.

“One bite only, it looks very good.” Arini began to clear up like a man cravings and make Disa not bear.

“Does the mistress have allergies, such as milk, flour or peanuts?” asking in detail, he did not want the food he gave Arini to be the source of the new disease.

Hearing Disa's question, Kean smiled as well. That was how much attention Disa had on her mother.

“No, I have no allergies.” I am Arini with certainty. I can't wait to enjoy the food in front of him.

“Em, okay. I clean first from the top of the nuts yes madam, fearing madam chokes.”

“Iya sa.”

Take one piece of martabak then clean it from the bean topping. Arini waited impatiently and when the first bribe, her eyes immediately rounded happily.

“Enak sa.” Exclaims.

“Really?”

Arini nodded confidently.

“The nose chews first until smooth, so that the throat does not hurt.” It feels so good to see Arini enjoying the food.

With the spirit of Arini chew. One mouthful, two mouthfuls until finally one piece of martabak runs out. It has been a long time since Arini has enjoyed this meal and it tastes really good.

“Enak once sa.” The words are closed by spending a glass of pomegranate juice.

“Thank God that mistress likes.” Return to the corner of Arini's lips carefully.

“Em, I'm full. Take me to room ya.”

“Good mistress.”

Seeing Disa who moved to drive Arini finally kean decided to go down. He sat on the couch, watching Reza still on the phone out there, no matter who. Upon seeing Kean, Reza immediately approached.

“Udah finished work lo?” he sat down next to Reza.

“Hem.” He had reasoned to check some work after dinner even though there was nothing he did but listen to the conversation of the people below.

“O yes bro, tomorrow week can I not visit on the road? Nyokap to visit home.” Suddenly Reza conveyed his request.

Instead of answering, Kean prefers to turn on his PS and take the stick. Give one to Reza and prepare to slaughter his best friend virtually.

“Why are you my name? Usually also lo nanya directly the same nyokap.” The ideal is with the focus fixed on the television screen. He chose good players to beat his sabahat.

“Yes there elo in front of me.” Sahut Reza. He started to pick players that he would use against his best friend. “Ah, first I took messi.” Reza protested when one of his target players he took.

Kean did not understand, he focused more on the contents of his mind. There are a lot of things she wants to ask Reza. One of them, “Lo is seriously the same in?” asking nonchalantly is Kean's style even though Reza's answer is not one he can ignore.

“Emang I don't look serious?” Reza asked back. “Ampir every malem I come here, you think for what?” Reza laughed at the end of his sentence. There are questions from his best friend.

“Not because of request nyokap lo?” The question, more specifically.

Reza paused for a moment the movement of his hand and seemed to think. “What is important for lo?” Reza turned to her friend who seemed too excited to press her joystick ps.

“Gue just pesen lo do not playin disa.” The ideal then pressed the enter button and looked back at Reza coldly.

“Waw! What am I seeing here? Lo nasehatin me about deketin chick? Or you don't like it because the girl that I deletin it di?” Reza grinned at the sarcasm. Just this time he saw Kean's expression when discussing women.

Usually he just relaxed to see Reza approaching women one, two or even three at the same time.

“Gue doesn't care who you are. But whoever it is, don't be sick like the ones that have been.” Sahutan Kean sounded quite serious. Like judging Reza who likes to change girlfriends.

“Men, I've never played a girl!" elak Reza's. I don't like to be said to be playing with women.

"Gue man, must choose which one is suitable for me. If they don't suit me, I'm sorry if I stay. What's wrong?” Reza with her alibi who felt right.

For him, when he feels fit with 1 girl, then he will survive. But when he feels something is not suitable, it will be easy for him to let go. Simple according.

“That's wrong! Lo does not feel unsuited but you can not accept the lack of others.” Firmly Kean with a little fiery.

“Wo wow wow! What is men?!” hearing Kean's words was quite a shock to Reza. “Since when do you understand relationship building problems? You are not even interested in women. You are only interested in yourself which you feel is most important than anything else.”

“Shelf!” Reza throws her PS Stick violently. His mood to play just disappeared.

Kean didn't bother. He also put the stick and leaned his body while side-seeking. He also did not understand how he could be lured by Reza. Is not usually he is also indifferent if Reza changed girlfriends more often than not changed clothes.

And for Reza, Kean had already crossed his line. Kean has no right to determine how he treats women. He has the right to choose who accompanies him to age later. He does not want because of the incompatibility between him and his future partner will make their relationship must run aground in the middle of the road. For him marriage is sacred, it can only be separated by death as well as both parents. There is no cheating drama like many couples do these days. Is it wrong to try to defend his idealism?

“Wait, you say gini not because gag likes because I deketin it there right?” ask Reza suddenly. Like he just realized from Kean's attitude and words.

Kean did not answer. He chose to move out of his place. For him there is no need to explain. But as he turned around, he saw Disa at the door of Arini's room. Reza looked over and looked at Disa.

An awkward feeling took over the atmosphere of the room. The awakened Reza first put an end to this awkwardness.

“Gue home.” His words while moving. Kean didn't bother. He chose to go to his room with firm and long steps.

While Disa was fixated in confusion, staring at the two men before her who one by one left with facial expressions that she did not understand.

What's up with them?

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Too many things are thought, often make us can not close the eyes even though the body is tired and the eyes are very sleepy.

As felt by Disa at this time. He continued to change his sleeping position. Tilted to the left and then to the right, back to face down but it feels like his eyes are even more reluctant to be closed.

“Sheep 1 sheep 2 sheep 3 sheep 4.” to tens calculated Disa but still not make it yawn let alone sleepy.

He turned on his phone again looking at the email that came in a few days ago.

“Congratulations,” is the first word he read from a message sent by the design competition committee he participated in. One stage he has gone through and managed to get into the top 15. Pleasure at once confused, as if mixed into one. He is happy because he managed to pass the rahunya on himself and is confused because he does not know whether he should continue this race or give up now.

The gift of scholarships to learn design from people who are proficient in their field makes Disa imagine if he managed to get the opportunity. The door is wide open to do more meaningful things. Although being a designer is not his dream, but given the great expectations of his uncle and grandmother so that Disa becomes someone who can stand on his own feet makes him not be able to ignore this message just like that.

The challenge to get into the top 10 is to design casual clothes for men. Designing men's clothes is easy. Difficult because it must be unique and easy because only in the dominance of straight lines only.

If it used to be when he made a task, usually Damar will help him. He is willing to be a model as long as Can make him noodle sauce and black coffee. Although as long as Disa measures her body Damar put on an upset face but at least it can help Disa to get the right size. And this time, I don't know who will be the model

Instead of not being able to sleep, she finally got out of bed. Take a few t-shirts out of the closet and shape them round and round. Not only that, he also took newspaper from below and a broom handle that was rarely used. Using solation, Disa began to form a circle for him to assemble into a model.

For almost an hour he made a one-and-a-half-meter high model of t-shirts and newsprint. The most important thing is the middle of the body. A little chuckled as he looked at some of the protrusions that were not supposed to be on the male body.

“Stupid! Tuh flat boys chest in!” He is damning himself. Playing with newspaper and broom handles turned out to be quite fun.

After the model was finished, he sat back down and began making designs on the ipad that Shafira gave. Design a pants, then a polo shirt with the addition of a random image at the bottom of the shirt. He emphasizes the uniqueness of his design in this section. Luckily he was quite adept at painting so it did not take long when making paintings on the t-shirts.

Until the early hours of the morning his work was finished. After submitting the design, Disa continued drawing until she finally fell asleep in front of the dressing table and work desk. Looks like designing can make his brain tired until finally sleeping just like that.

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