Marry The Heir
Calling at the right time

Enjoying dinner while stealing the view becomes a new habit that Kean does. Sitting face to face while enjoying the dinner menu made by Disa, always a pleasant moment for Kean. From the way he ate, Kean began to know many new things about Disa.

The girl in front of him did not like to mix food. Rice, main side dishes, stir-fry and other complements are made regularly on the plate. He said every food has its own taste, there is a good mix there is a good one in enjoying each. So laid out.

Can be seen, Disa was also a slick person. Eat it neatly and take the right portion to fill his stomach. He said it was not good to waste food.

If it is usually Disa who pays attention to Kean, ranging from what he likes, which he does not like to other small habits, this time Kean who tries to recognize Disa. Many unique things that Kean knows and makes him feel more comfortable to recognize Disa.

“How did you prepare for the design competition?” after paying attention to the trifling matter, this time he wanted to look at Disa's mind further away.

“Em, smoothly sir. I am learning to create patterns that are easier to execute if later requested design directly in place.”

“Oh yes? What is it like?” Kean put down his spoon and turned to pay attention to Disa. Listening to the talk of Disa is much more interesting than anything.

“Em, e.” The food in his mouth he swallowed first so that he could freely speak. Looks like the dinner session will end up changing sessions “Story telling” with brother Kean.

“I learned to make patterns based on body posture. For example, a woman with a banana body shape, they match clothes with off shoulder models or the addition of belt accessories. So I made a pattern, for those clothes.”

Not very understanding but Kean still seriously listening. His attention is still one hundred percent for Disa as usual Disa do when listening to the conversation.

“Women with pear body shape, suitable if wearing clothes that at the end have the same width as the hips.”

“Yes, such things are more or less.” Disa's mind became desensitized seeing Kean who was serious looking at her with an expanding smile. What does this man think? Make the wrong behavior.

“What should always be described with fruits?”

“What about men? Men do not have protrusions like women.” Kean's question began absurd.

Disa wanted to laugh to herself hearing her young master's question. I don't know what bulge the man in front of him meant.

“Creating patterns, not about changing the bulge as master says.” He really wants to laugh.

“Then?” his young master was getting serious. Like an elementary school kid ready to receive a new lesson from his teacher.

“Em, but about displaying the best display of one's posture.” His answer sounded resolute.

“Someone sometimes wants to cover up the flaws in his body and that is not wrong. It's just that, so the focus covers the shortcomings in his body, sometimes we forget that we also have an interesting side or advantages that can be displayed.”

“The easy picture is like this, God has created us with all his perfection. The rest is just how we display what is best of us without having to feel bad about the shortcomings we have.” Disa said casually.

"From the design science that I learned, making a design is not about dressing a beautiful woman with a slim body, white skin and a beautiful face according to the standards of female beauty."

"But, giving everyone a touch of magic without limited skin color and posture. Everyone has the right to feel beautiful and have advantages instead of feeling insecure with the beauty of others."

Kean is a hit. Not only because of the content of the talk but because of how the girl conveyed it. His expression, his lips. Yeah, move her lips. Why is this starting to be interesting for him?

“I agree. Human beings more should appreciate what is the advantage in appeal to the shortcomings.”

“Accurate sir!” so his spirit was Cana to snap a finger.

This is what Kean likes, Disa's spontaneity that he finds interesting.

“Can make me a glass of tea?” the plate is empty and it feels like he wants dessert while talking more casually.

“Good sir, I prepare soon.” Disa is always sprightly, making kean feel that he is always at the top of the priority of his mind.

“No, just finish your meal. I wait above.”

“Good sir.”

Kean moved first. Sometimes he still turned to see Disa who was still enjoying a little more food. Eat it faster, and he's in a hurry.

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Night always gives its own beauty, although dark but not always scary. In that dark sky there were still shining stars, flashing signals to each other making the quiet night atmosphere become crowded with light.

Standing in front of the balcony was always a pleasant thing for Kean because other than he could see freely ahead without anyone blocking, he could sigh with relief, too, changing the air with a fresher one while removing all the excitement he felt all day.

“Teh you sir.” Like there was a melody that was carried along with the sound of the sound of Disa. Maybe it's another sign of falling in love, everything always looks and sounds beautiful.

He looked at the girl who brought him a glass of tea complete with his munchies. Without being asked, Disa was already very familiar with the usual snacks Kean enjoyed. There is salty sweetness and sometimes added fresh fruits.

“Come.” Kean signaled to get closer.

Disa smiled faintly, though hesitated she drew closer to Kean. The more time he got, the more distance he could scrape and he was currently standing at the end of the abyss. Ready to jump to the bottom of the lake to see something beautiful with Kean although not necessarily he will find it. But believe me because this feeling is too beautiful to resist.

The limits he made, little by little he began to break himself. Kinar's words began to feel like the wind. The pain of the former slap slowly faded away changing happiness as he was beside Kean. Is it wrong to expect more happiness?

Can he keep asking his heart, is it wrong what he is doing now? The angel beside him seemed to remind him that he should avoid. This undue feeling will lead him to a corner that will leave him cornered and entangled. While the feelings in his heart can not be denied. He is happy with his current situation. Being around Kean, sharing sometimes unimportant stories and other things. He only hoped that what he feared would never happen.

“What will you do if you win the design competition later?” kean suddenly asked that. Starting a conversation about design made Kean think about that possibility.

Marcel's words some time ago began to enter his mind. Not without reason, this was because he believed in Disa's ability and her opportunity was wide open to that possibility.

Lean on the edge of the balcony with the mind glaring far ahead there. “I dare not imagine it sir. Still too far.” Ogled Disa. For him enough he enjoyed his journey and the results did not need to be revolved.

There was a deep sigh as Disa looked at Kean. Like the man in front of her was waiting for her answer. What is the importance of hearing a plan from a small possibility.

“I just want to enjoy these times sir. Without thinking about what will happen in the future that might just be a dream.”

“I don't want to wake up disappointed.”

For him it was enough his dream just to be near Kean, he was not ready to bet for more disappointment.

Kean approached Disa. Placing his hand on top of the hand of Disa who was holding on to the edge of the balcony. In his eyes page girl who always looks shady. There's doubt there.

“The race is not unlike it as a self-evidence event. Make them sure, if we are able to do what we are doing.”

“We cannot determine the result but before convincing them, we must convince ourselves. Do you remember how you tried to convince me that I could face the fear I faced without a manupilasi?”

Disa nodded. He still remembers how his efforts helped Kean out of his fear.

“It was no coincidence when suddenly I dared to face fear. It comes because you put faith in me and believe me that I can get through.”

Kean's sentence is true, Disa admits it. But that belief needs a clear reason. It took a clear basis so that Disa could maintain it.

“What can I master?” ask Disa later. He looked at Kean with a giddy look and Kean was like preparing to give him a lot of confidence.

“Sure! There's nothing you can't do. So, believe me you can certainly afford.” Kean tried to convince.

Unknowingly, his hand raised up to touch Disa's shoulder and rubbed her. The girl smiled faintly, she could feel the magnitude of Kean's confidence in her. This was the first time he had this much spirit support. From a friend and more than that from someone who always shakes his heart.

Disa nods slowly, Kean's beliefs begin to be embedded in his subconscious.

The handsome man was now standing right before him, looking at him warmly making Disa unable to resist the rumbling feeling that was currently lodged in his chest.

Kean's hand was raised to rub his hair, stroking his cheek and the two got closer. There was a turmoil that could not be held by the two until finally their faces were so close that they almost made the noses of the two intersect.

“Kring..” A phone call left Disa aghast. And so did Kean.

They immediately averted their eyes with reddened faces. What just happened? If only without a phone call, what would they face then?

“Your phone?” asked Kean, pointing at Disa's right pocket.

“Hah?” Cana was still shaking, reached into his pocket and right, his phone was ringing. “Sorry taun.” He said regretfully.

“Jawablah.” His mouth once then bit his own lips held back a laugh.

There-there was just thought.

“Aibi?” muttered Disa when she saw the name that appeared on her phone screen. He looked doubtful and surprised at the same time.

“Jawablah, I will not eavesdrop.” Kean covered his ears with both hands, pretending not to hear.

“Before sir.” Without getting away from Kean, Disa answered the phone. For him there was nothing else he had to hide from his young master.

Kean watched Disa call. Without saying a word suddenly the girl's face turned grim. His eyes were round, shedding tears.

“What's sa?” Kean's coming closer.

Shoulder Disa sagging just like that, “Iya bi.” Only that she replied with a trembling voice holding back the cry.

“Hey, what's up?” Kean held onto both of Disa's sagging shoulders. The girl just stared. “Can, say something. Did something happen?” Kean started to panic looking at Disa who was just speechless.

His lips seemed to tremble, as if they were about to say something heavy.

“My grandmother, fell in the master bathroom. Now he is unconscious.” Said Disa limply. His cheerful face turned grim.

“Hey, relax.” Kean immediately carried Disa into his arms. Swiping his back, trying to calm him down.

“Do you not go home?” whispered Kean. Looking at the transfixed Disa, like this one girl's defense had collapsed. His mind must have been so upset that he couldn't say anything.

“What can master?” lirih Disa with a bated cry.

“Stupid! Of course I can. Get prepared. Bring important items only.” Later stories.

Disa immediately pulled her body from Kean, released Kean's embrace and walked quickly towards his room leaving Kean alone. Suddenly, he stopped his steps. He looked back at Kean and went back to him.

“Thank you sir.” He hugged Kean tightly. His hands coiled around Kean's waist made the man aghast and unable to resist.

“I-iya. You welcome. Hurry up, meet your grandmother.” His heart was still pounding, like a wave that was connected to give a thump in his chest cavity.

Disa nodded confidently and ran back towards her room. While Kean was still fixated, shocked by Disa's sudden embrace.

Why does this girl always manage to give him such a sweet surprise?

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