Marry The Heir
Cuddled

The expected time has finally arrived. The announcement of who qualified for the next round became the most awaited moment by all contestants of this race.

Participants are asked to enter the ballroom and prepare to hear the announcement. They mingle with their families and supporters. Hope to be anxious waiting for the announcement whether their name will be referred to as one of the contestants who escaped or not.

His hands were already very cold. He held Shafira's hand sitting to his left. While to his right was the young master sitting upright with his cold expression. For a long time the MC spoke aloud to make the atmosphere more tense.

“Ish long time ago nih nguminnya. I also took the mic to MC!” Shafira grumbled in annoyance.

Waiting for tension is uncomfortable. Between wanting to urinate, defecate and the stomach wrapped around it is not bad.

At this time, his curiosity had already reached the ubun-ubun.

Shafira's grunts turned out to represent the feelings of Kean who was also impatient. It is true that prolog that is too long often makes the waiting even more torturous. While Disa, anxious hopes in the heart. He was determined whatever the outcome was, he believed it was the best. Even if he did not escape, this would be a valuable experience for him.

“In my hands, there are already votes from the judges. Where there are 5 designs that will be a ticket for contestants to enter the top five."

"One of the designs gets the maximum vote. Waw! This is a new history during the design competition, where there are designs chosen by all judges.” Reveal the MC with pride.

Too grandiose if Disa hopes the design is chosen by 7 judges. Being the one who goes into the next round alone is already an immeasurable windfall.

“The first work to be the choice of judges is, design Morning view in bali, by Amelia pramesti!”

The first name was mentioned and greeted with thunderous cheers from supporters of Amel. The girl in model shape looks very happy. He immediately ran onto the stage and got a congratulatory speech from the MC.

Rianti looked at Disa who was sitting behind him. He held up his phone so Disa could read the message.

Rianti's habits have not changed, when something wants to be gossiped about, surely through a message.

“Noh, troublemaker we time to bali. Very happy for him!” wrote Rianti who reminded Disa of the incident a year ago.

Disa smiled thinly, she remembered the time Amel lost in Bali and it turns out he was teler in a club. It was Disa's first experience to the island of the Gods and instead got into trouble from her lecturer because her roommate was missing and required them to search all night. It's been a year, but it feels new.

“When do we go to Bali again?” reply Disa. He prefers to remember the exciting moment when he met a cloth craftsman in Bali. Many valuable knowledge that he got, about weaving, drawing motifs in fabrics and other interesting things that are owned by fabric craftsmen in Bali.

Kean who was sitting next to Disa, took a little peek at what Disa was doing. It could be in a tense moment like this he even sent a message. Wait, hands-on from his gondrong cousin, he's getting paranoid. But when he saw the name of the sending of his message was Rianti, he could sigh in relief.

Just make a fret.

“The next work is with the theme, Kiss the sun by fuji kamila.” Another scream sounded in the left corner. A woman in white showed her wide smile as she went up on stage.

“Fiuh... I'm nervous mba disa.” Shafira squeezes Disa's hand in her hand. Disa's the one racing but Shafira's heart is flatulent.

“I also, hehhe.” Disa smiled faintly. Don't ask her her feelings anymore.

If described, it is like there is a thunderous storm in his chest and mind. And trying to calm down is not easy even though it has repeatedly set the depth and rhythm of the breath.

“Next, Couple by Rianti Wiratmaja.” This time the name Rianti is called. The girl soared excitedly and immediately ran towards the stage.

“That's my friend sir.” I'm Disa. He was proud of Rianti. When Rianti was on stage he waved his hand at Disa and Disa clapped, he felt happy.

Kean smiled faintly looking at Disa's expression. Very sincere this girl. His smile is plain but can make the corners of his lips curl the smile.

“Wah apparently in female dominance yaa.” the MC noticed the three contestants who were all women. They still spread smiles with a burning sense of happiness.

“But calm down, this time there is a male contestant who goes into the next round. Congratulations, Teguh Mulyana with Gemintang.” MC mentioned the name of a man who exclaimed no less frenzied than a female contestant. He waved his hand elegantly towards the audience with a raised smile.

His chances are getting slimmer. His feelings are starting to get uncomfortable. Looks like he has to be prepared if he doesn't get into the next round.

“One more right? May women!” exclaiming Shafira who was impatiently waiting for the next announcement.

People turned to Shafira, it turned out that this young lady could bar-bar as well if she was nervous. His voice was so loud that it invited the laughter of others.

“There is an impatient.” Temptation MC made Shafira's face turn red. Because he does not control, he becomes ashamed of himself.

“Good, I won't mention gender. Clearly, the work of these contestants was voted on by all the judges. Personally, I would be very honored if given the opportunity to wear the t-shirts that he designs. About who? Can anyone guess?” MC points his microphone at the audience. His style is like a dangdut singer.

Each supporter chanted the name of the contestant they supported. “Can! Isa! Resa!” Shafira joined in screaming that the name was actually called by the MC.

Seeing the spirit of Shafira who shouted alone made the corner of his heart crisp. Very hard effort made by Shafira to support him. If he fails, maybe not only he will be disappointed. But also the beautiful girl beside him.

Disa also looked at Kean who was beside her. He sat a little more straight. His flat facial expression, made Disa unable to guess what her young master was feeling like. Does he feel the same nervousness?

The tense atmosphere made the supporters and contestants start to not calm down. They stood up so that their voices sounded louder against the fanfare of other supporters.

“The last but the best, Silluete by Paradisa Sandhya!” exciting MC.

“Hah, not lucky mba there. Patience..” said Shafira while rubbing Disa's back. Regretfully the name Disa is not mentioned.

“Iya non, maybe not yet windfall.” He could only sigh in disappointment.

“Hey, what are you doing?! That's your work sa!” kean who woke up alone.

What the fuck these two people, the turn was pale tense and screaming his name turn in the call even silent.

“Hah?” shafira and Disa cried together.

“I sir?” Disa doesn't believe it.

“Please, for Paradisa Sandhya, we wait on stage. T-shirt design became the best design today.”

“AAAAAAAA!!” Shafira and Disa shouted at the same time. They were only equally aware after the name Disa was summoned a second time. Until I forget my own name, my God.

They embrace each other.” Congratulations mba disaaaa..” exclaimed Shafira who looks happy.

“Still non.” Timpal Disa's. She was very grateful for not making this beautiful face grimly disappointed.

Unknowingly, after taking off Shafira's embrace, he switched to hugging Kean.

“Congratulations yes.” Whispered Kean who kept trying to calm down. He rubbed his back slowly, trying to express his pride at the girl in his arms.

Instantly, his voice made Disa aware and Shafira who was beside him was just mesem-mesem.

“Gosh! Sorry mr.” Exclaimed Disa as she woke up. So happy he reflexes hugging Kean and the one in the embrace just accept. Even smiling happily. Honestly, he was surprised but it is not wrong if he enjoyed it?

“Wah apparently thanks to the support of loved ones his inspiration so so beautiful.” Tempt the MC.

When Disa turned her head it turned out that many pairs of eyes were looking at her. “Good shame bangeett.” Murmured Disa who immediately came down and lowered her head covering her face. Hopefully his red face is not visible to those who are looking towards him.

In his place, Kean pretended to be indifferent. Put on a cold face so that people would not dare to comment. Without them knowing, there were small explosions in his chest as he recalled the embrace of Disa earlier. Hah, very thrilling.

“Kaku lo bang!” ledek Shafira who sneered at Kean's silence. The one on the ledge even looked at him sharply making Shafira quickly change her expression from crybaby to serious. “Canda!” he nodded while throwing his face. He was not strong continuously in the cold face by his brother. It turns out his brother can't be joked.

“Mba is so funny! Petiteest but most beautiful.” Shafira tries to distract Kean. From earlier her brother continued to bend his face after he was rubbed. And succeeding, Kean immediately shifted his focus to Disa.

In his heart he smiled, the girl was indeed cute. Tiny but beautiful. Kean acknowledged in his heart.

Looking at Kean's expression that was beginning to slacken, Shafira laughed inwardly. It seemed like he was starting to know one new thing about his brother.

"Oh so that's how it works." Inner Shafira who occasionally glanced at Kean's expression.

******

He and Kean immediately hunted to this place to make it easier to find Disa among the many people.

Several print and electronic media journalists were also present. Not only because the show is very good but because there is a model, Clara Davina. He was like a sensation shaft while his career was on the rise.

Clara is currently being interviewed by several journalists, who asked for her comments about the event.

“Still non fira.” Timpal Disa who still did not think that the design took him to the next round.

“Mba with ideas from where? How cool is that anyway? If I'm not wrong to see this, from far away like a guy's face, how can I anyway?” Shafira still does not believe in the work done by Disa. Too cool he thinks.

Motifs made with a technique that is quite difficult it can actually have meaning when made by the right hand. If you look closely, it deserves the theme of Silluete.

“Em, the idea..” honestly Can be confused if you have to answer the idea comes from where. Everything just appeared without her thinking before.

“But that's not the face of the older brothers who huddled earlier right? handsome anyway, but it seems not deh, because there is no motive that shows that it is hair long.” Shafira asked and he answered.

While Disa was only speechless, occasionally glanced at Kean who was engrossed with his phone. He knew the man was listening to his conversation with Shafira.

Looking at the clumsy Disa, it seemed that Shafira had to end her brief introration to Disa. Actually, he was just a matter of asking but again he found something that was not expected.

“Udah afternoon, I first ya mba dia.” Look at the clock in his hand.

“Where are you non, we don't go home together?”

“Em is not. I have an appointment with you to make an exercise.” His kill. “Bang, fira first yes! Nitip mba disa.” The cry to Kean. He patted Disa on the shoulder before finally walking backwards away from Disa. he pointed his two thumbs at Disa with a raised smile.

After Shafira left, Kean put his phone in his pocket. Although the little boy tried to relax, but Kean could not be that relaxed. Seeing Shafira's face there was always a sense of disappointment that he suddenly felt. So he chose to be indifferent. Maybe over time, he will get used to the presence of the prankster. Let's just take a look.

One thing Kean admitted, he was too fad. Everything he said and asked was like a test to test Kean and Disa's sensitivity. Kean realized that and tried to respond normally. Do not be easily guessed, let alone someone other than Disa. Because the signal must be clear the reading direction, like the signal he began to show to Disa.

Seeing Disa who was alone, Kean immediately approached.

“You're home now?” asked Kean who changed his expression on appeal when there was Shafira earlier. More calm and relaxed.

“Iya sir.” Timpal Disa's.

Kean thrust the tote bag that was left by Disa. Somehow this girl likes to use a tote bag on the appeal of a contemporary bag that is usually in the gandrungi Women.

“Thank you sir.”

Kean just nodded. They walked side by side to the elevator to get down to the basement. Although there are no murals made by Disa, Kean has begun to get used to using this square room.

Get into the elevator that only holds the two of them. As long as the elevator was down they just fell silent to each other. Disa was still embarrassed to remember when she suddenly hugged Kean. And Kean looked at Disa who looked awkward from the reflection of the elevator wall. What magic does this girl have that she looks so attractive in her eyes.

“Kean!” clara exclaimed as she watched Kean get out of the elevator. He was with Marcel who was walking to his car.

“Claire.” Kean was friendly despite being next to Clara and Marcel.

He was still lazy to actually meet this man. His emotions were still boiling as he recalled what Marcel had done to Disa. Had Clara not pleaded not to prolong the matter, she might have taught Marcel a lesson.

“Lo dateng make him?” Clara pointed at Disa with the corner of her eyes. His attitude was still haughty as usual. It looks like this breed multak yang owned by Clara since birth.

“Hem.” That's Kean's only word.

“Luck very long time lo sample dateng to support the server. Very kind this young master.” Clara clapped her hands with a mocking smile. For him it always feels strange to see Kean caring for someone, especially just a waiter.

“Claire, don't start.” Kean warned.

Clara always acts annoying to Disa and she starts to not accept it. For him there is no one who has the right to demean Hisa.

“Okey!” Clara raised her hand.

“By the way, your work was good. Congratulations on getting into the next round.” Marcel reached out his hand at Disa but quickly Claire brushed him off.

“Still intention to look for the same problem me?!” it turns out that Cara sejutek was not only on Disa but also on her lover.

Marcel just grunted, the hand he had originally stretched out this time even he used to rub his nape awkwardly. Like a buffalo that fits his nose, he can only obey Clara.

“You wait in the car.” Tell Kean to press the alarm to unlock his car.

“Good sir. I excuse.” Nodding reverence at Clara and Marcel.

Marcel just smiled and was rewarded elbow by Clara.

“Awwh! Claire, I'm just being friendly. Who knows if he wins will be famous, you must be fine with him.” It was Marcel who was still looking at Disa until she got into the car.

“You don't have to be clean!” fierce Clara with barking eyes. Of course he couldn't believe that Marcel was just being friendly. It was obvious he forced Disa into his room, where it might only be due to a suave event.

“Iya, yes...” Marcel grabbed Clara's hand and then held it. Swiping it slowly, usually this is effective to lower the emotions of his lover.

“O yes, if he wins, you must be ready to stay in paris ya.” Imbuh Marcel smiled sarcastically at Kean. It was very satisfied that if he managed to make his nephew feel uncomfortable let alone imagine Kean without Disa, it must be a confusion.

“Which is probably him winning. It was just a coincidence that he was lucky.” Timpal Clara did not accept.

It is inconceivable that Disa really won and later he had to wear clothes designed by Disa. Now only the fur has brimmed when it was just imagined, what else if it really happened.

“What's wrong if he goes to paris. That was her dream.” Timpal Kean tried to relax. Supporting Disa was the only thing she could do as when Disa supported her.

“Pede really lo!” Clara still doesn't accept it. He wanted to finish the shadow he was wearing clothes designed by Disa.

“Bokap want to ngundang lo same om sigit dinner to home. We will be honest with them if we both do not want to be in soul matein.” added Clara later. He was already very lazy with his match with Kean. Every day Brata talks about Kean, Kean and Kean. He said he had a girlfriend and was having a serious relationship.

But Brata is too hard on about.

“Iya later I said.” Kean agreed. Sooner or later, he will have to put an end to this matchmaking plan. He does not want this to be a problem in the future.

“Ya already, I first.” Timpal Clara's.

When they passed still had time Marcel drugs on Disa.

“Plak!” one hard blow landed on Marcel's shoulder and the man could only complain.

“Why you?” asked Kean when he saw the legs of Disa who was still stuck out.

Disa has not closed her car door because she wants to check her feet that feel sore. It turned out that his legs were abrasive due to wearing high heels. He is not used to being like this. He was forced to look at it outside because he did not know how to turn on the lights in the car. His young master's car was too sophisticated.

“It's okay sir.” Disa immediately put her shoes back on and hid her scuffed legs.

At a glance Kean looked at Disa who was sitting uncomfortably. It felt like he knew what had happened to Disa's feet, there was one place he had to go now.

“Master, where are we going?” disa asked when suddenly her young master turned on the car engine and stepped on the gas pedal firmly.

“Which course is obviously not here.” Timpal Kean, like not wanting to buy time.

Being able to sit up tensely, where exactly would his young master take him away?

*****