Marry The Heir
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Damar was still stunned when he saw someone standing at the door of his house. A puffy face, a faint smile and twinkle of my eyes, became the first sight he saw. In his hand he carries a backpack that he always uses when he has to travel far.

Disa's return can indeed be predicted but not expected so soon.

At the hospital, as he was about to return to Meri's treatment room, he overheard the talk of Disa and Kean. He cried after arguing with his young master. At that time Damar realized, there was something going on between Disa and her employer that made Disa feel squeezed.

One thing Disa clearly had in mind was that the misfortune of her and her mother was the result of her illicit relationship with Kean.

Damar's heart went along with him when he imagined what Disa felt like at this time.

“Can I enter?” ask her doubtfully. Damar just sculpted still very surprised by the arrival of Disa.

“Hem, come in.” He opened the door wider, allowing Disa to enter.

“Tante have slept?” Trying to look ordinary. Damar knows what happened to his best friend.

“Udah, just finished taking the medicine. Have you eaten?” that was the important question he then asked.

Disa shakes. “Later, not hungry.” He dropped his body on the sofa. Watch a card movie that is played on DVD.

Still the same, Damar likes the detective conan series that makes him accustomed to solving puzzles including guessing the facial water of Disa.

From the kitchen, Damar looked at the dreamy looking Disa. He made a glass of warm tea in a large glass of Disa's.

“Nih!” he poured a glass of warm tea on Disa.

“Weit, tumblr! Can you make your own sweet tea? Make it for me again.” It was with pleasure that Disa received her glass.

Damar did not comment, he sat down next to Disa and continued watching his favorite cartoon series.

Can sipping her tea slowly, little by little feel the warm taste that enters her stomach. Very comfortable, making his nose that was originally blocked from crying, began to feel relieved.

“Patience, it's still hot begok!” fierce Damar who responded with sharp eyes by Disa.

Damar smiled faintly, at least at this moment he no longer saw Disa cry.

“Kalo I said I quit my job because I want to keep aunt, about aunt believe not ya?” suddenly, Disa asked without taking her eyes off the television.

Damar turned his head, looking at Disa's face that looked upset. “Believe that your eyes are not as easy as now.” His ideal.

“Tomorrow also ilang.” He sipped his warm tea slowly.

“My room is still the same right?” He picked up the backpack he put down and moved out of place.

“Hem. I haven't changed the sheets since you left. The smell is still the same, the smell of asem dryet lo.” Ledeknya with a flat expression.

“Ish!” Disa throws a sofa pillow at Damar and deftly Damar catches it.

“Wait, where do you know the sheets smell like my sweat?” Disa just realized the words of Damar.

Damar who realized that he had spoken wrongly, did not immediately answer. He took out the TV remote and DVD then turned them both off. Moving from its place before Disa to the room that is located opposite the room Disa.

“Sound snoring lo aja I memorized, let alone the smell of asem dryet lo!” stick it with the ruckus at the end of his sentence.

“Damong! Lo yes!” Disa immediately chased but Damar quickly closed the door of his room.

Disa was still looking at the door of Damar's closed room. Don’t disturb writing of his work is still hanging on his doorstep. Damar never liked anyone to go into his room. Not even Meri.

Behind the door, Damar was still leaning. He imagined how mixed feelings Disa felt. For the first time his best friend was heartbroken and not a broken heart that he could easily pass. Surely his heart was still twitching in pain at this moment.

“Lo don't sleep malem-malem.” Damar cried from his room. He was worried about Disa now more than anything.

“Barn oil!” apparently Disa had not entered her room. But not for long, there was the sound of the door dragging and closing.

Damar could sigh in relief, if tonight he would hear the sound of Disa's crying, he would choose to ignore it. That is what my best friend needs right now. Crying to reduce the pain a little.

Inside her room, Disa sat her body on the edge of the Mattress. Swiping the surface of the bed sheet slowly. Damar said, the bed sheet has not been changed since he left and the smell is still the same. He became his own smile, Meri and Damar like leaving everything in place so that Disa feels always there.

When deciding to get out of the Hardjoyo family home, it did not cross his mind where he had to go home other than to this house. He hoped that Meri would still allow him to stay in this house. At the very least, Disa can maintain and pay attention to Meri Health.

Staring at the backpack near the door, he recalled the times he paid a farewell to Arini and Kean.

“I excuse me madam. Thanks for everything.” That's the last sentence I could say before I left.

“Hem, go. From now on, you are not the servant of this house anymore so, stop calling me madam.” Arini poked Disa's nose and smiled warmly. Is Arini trying to end her relationship?

Disa just smiled faintly.

“Take care of yourself. Spirit for the sheep. And I hope, in the future you become a successful person yes.” He rubbed his arm gently to encourage her.

Given the race, only two days left. He has not prepared anything because too much is being extracted by matters of the heart.

“Huft.” Cana breathed her rough. Laying his body on the mattress while looking at the ceiling of his room which is brown wood. Yellowish light bulbs still look bright even though around there is a spider web because long time is not cleaned.

Looking at the ceiling of his room made Disa remember the end of her encounter with Kean. Moments ago, Kean drove her home. Only up the main road because the car is not quite able to pass through a narrow enough alley.

Along the way they were silent to each other, until time felt slow to make the feelings of the two more unbecoming.

“Here only sir.” Disa pointed to a closed tokk building next to an alley to Meri's house.

“What's still far from here?” Kean parked his car for a moment and turned off the engine.

“Master does not need to go down, I can go home by myself safely.” Can affirm his rejection as subtly as possible.

“What now I can't know anything about you? Where do you live, with whom and other things?” the man looks upset. He really kept his distance from her.

“It's not like that sir. It's just,” Can think to find an excuse. But looking at Kean's annoyed face and looking at him sharply, he was instead dead-end.

“Yes I know, now we are strangers.” Kean let out his breath in annoyance. Turned her face away from Disa and made the girl feel guilty.

“Not so sir, we open a stranger. It's just, it should be more spaced out so that I get used to it easier.” Can be down, cursing his own words that slip. That word should be kept in your heart.

Kean smiled faintly. Getting used to it is difficult and takes a long time.

“Can I still ask you how you are doing?” tanyanya. Slightly glanced at Disa who looked pensive but then nodded slowly.

“Can I still send a message?”

Disa nodded again. Maybe he should let Kean do what he wants because gradually, everyone will be met with a sense of saturation when doing things that are in vain. But at the very least, they did not do anything that forced his feelings to die.

Like Kean, Disa still wants to remember his togetherness with Kean first. Slowly, not in a hurry. Because the forbidden thing is their closeness is not a feeling they can keep for each.

“Once in a while, go to the house and meet mama. Maybe your mom will miss her chatter.” Kean slightly turned his head to the Nodded Disa while smiling.

“Good sir.” Legally.

For a moment they looked at each other, saying goodbye through the look of his sad eyes. This was heavy, as each of them had to try to temper the turmoil that was on his chest.

Kean moved his fingers closer to Disa, just this once he wanted to hold Disa's hand for the last time. Disa chose to avoid. He did not want the initial effort he did with full determination, had to return raw because he could not withstand the turmoil when Kean touched him.

Kean took Disa's hand. He looked away from his face out the window. His breathing sounds heavy. Of course, the wound still hurts.

“I excuse me sir. Good night.” Disa picked up her backpack and immediately got off Kean's car. Not once did he turn around and Kean just fell silent in his place, looking at Disa who was getting further and further away.

This is how it should be. It was he who stepped away, not Kean. This was better, because at the very least, he no longer felt left behind.

“Goodbye lord.”

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“Can!” the sound of the call was real in His ears, making him aghast and awake.

For a moment he was dumbfounded, his brain was trying to figure out what had just happened. Dreams, or reality? Back to lay his body when Disa realized that all he was experiencing was a dream.

“Aaahh..jeez, I so clearly heard the young master call me.” His eyes opened with force.

Kean's voice was so clear that he could no longer close his eyes.

Waking up on an unfamiliar morning with different habits.

At 4 am. Usually Disa will immediately take a bath, wait for dawn a little while ago after the dawn prayer he will go to the market. Routine work he did for months has become his habit.

This time was different, he re-embraced his roll, gathering a consciousness that had yet to be fully. Meri is also not going to sell until this whole day fix, little he can do. He began to think, what will he do this morning?

Accustomed to work and now stop it turns out to give a vacuum of its own.

In order to kill time, Disa got out of her bed. Tidy up the bed linen and blanket and then go to the bathroom for a cold shower. In the house there is no water heater so when entering the bathroom, the cold atmosphere immediately ambushed him.

Spend more time in the bathroom, cleaning up to every inch. Quite rarely he did it considering the time was not as good. Maybe this is the right time to pamper him. After this, he would leisurely cycle and go to the market to buy cooking ingredients.

He will cook healthy food for his aunt who is in recovery. Well, maybe this is better than wasted time.

In a different place, Kean experienced the same thing. Waking up with a sense of emptiness without purpose.

“Young master, it's 6 am.” Kean almost jumped when he heard a voice behind his door.

“Can!” he still hoped it was he who woke him up.

“Good morning sir. It's clock,”

“What are you doing here? Go!” fiercely did not let the sentence of the substitute servant Disa be finished.

The new waiter just stared and rudely Kean slammed the door in front of his face.

His hair heard rough, there was a sense of disappointment when it turned out that woke him instead of Disa. He entered the bathroom, flushing his body still wrapped in a T-shirt and shorts.

“SHIT!” turn off the shower tap when it comes out turns cold water. He chose to sit on a toilet seat while hugging his own body. Something as small as this, like preparing his own bath water, he could not. How very dependent on all that is always prepared Disa perfectly.

“Sa, I don't even know how to prepare water for me to shower with the right temperature.” He left with great regret.

He let the droplets of water dripping from his wet hair. He still doesn't want to go anywhere. He prefers to enjoy his daydream when Disa prepares bath water and towels that are ready for use.

Disa who is deft with her smile line that is always curved really she misses. It turned out that getting used to it was not as easy as he had imagined.

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