Marry The Heir
Slightly weakened

POV Kean

Night is simply a term for a change in conditions where the color of the sky looks darker and there is no sunlight. The rest, just like noon, I can still be on the road to the main house with the woman I call my wife, Disa.

A while ago, Disa suddenly invited me to go home to the main house. Actually I disagree because for me there is no point in coming back here and seeing Papah. But, the great hope of Disa for us to go home I finally obeyed him.

After the prayer, suddenly Disa was sitting behind me. I was so happy because when I turned my head the first thing I saw was her plain and pretty face. I admit, with or without my wife's make-up remains the prettiest.

There was an unusual feeling when he suddenly grabbed my hand and kissed it. There was a calmness that I felt as I watched him close by my side. His respectful attitude towards me made me feel proud as a man. Maybe this is the feeling that is always proud of me every time Nasep told me to look for a life partner.

A man's self-esteem increases after marriage because his shoulders are stronger to bear greater responsibilities. Did ya?

One thing I definitely feel right now towards Disa, I love her, love her so much more than before I married her.

I noticed her smiling lips, making my heart rustle. But if I look deeper, I feel that there is a restlessness that he is trying to hide behind his sweet smile.

I can read it because Disa is not someone who is good at hiding her feelings. The ripples in his face water I could see clearly.

“There are you thinking?” I asked, making those sad eyes look at me in shock. Maybe he thinks I can read his mind.

Hah, she thinks I'm a mentalist like Deddy Corbuzier what?

But to be honest, the longer I recognized each change in Disa's expression. Is it because our hearts are already together? Haha.. My brain can think like that.

No, it's because we started caring about what each other felt and trying to live up to it.

“A, may I say something?” he carefully spoke, as if very afraid I did not like what he was going to say.

Right no, there's something he wants to talk to me about. Seems serious?

“Hem, say.” I said it firmly. I want to get used to the open communication between me and Disa.

He smiled then sighed deeply like something he was about to say was something heavy.

“Hey, don't make me curious.” I said in my heart and tried faithfully to wait for what he would say later.

Is it possible that this is about her regret for letting Shafira into our bridal room and making me angry? Or is it about her menstruating?

Honestly, I'm not angry. Why should he be this scared?

“A, today I feel that this is the best day of my life.”

I saw him smile, but his eyes twinkle. Is it too bad or because there is something else? I still see.

“I feel lucky for marrying a man who loves me and I love him too.”

Of course, there is only one lucky woman who can be my wife, hehe…

My nose almost flew to hear his words. So sweet of his words.

I noticed his hands were shaking with fingers tied to each other.

Hey, what's going on? Don't scare me. I held her hand and I saw her staring at the hand I held tightly. He smiled and I felt the calmness of seeing it. Is he really that happy just because I hold his hand?

“That happened earlier, everything seemed perfect. Luxurious building decorations, distinguished guests present, fragrant flowers in the whole room, happy family to see us married, good food served specially to entertain them and of course the laughter of those present that made me feel so lucky today.”

"I feel like I'm luckier than Cinderella."

Yes I know, mamah is good at conceptualizing an event and I feel the same way. Why does he even look sad?

“Until then I saw the photos in hp fira. Portrait of our happiness with many people.”

“Suddenly, I realized our marriage wasn't as perfect as my initial thought. Something was lacking and I realized it.”

“Why, is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?” I immediately reacted. I don't like to see my wife's face turn sad.

“Iya a.” the answer is firm.

I scrunched my forehead, trying to understand that short but confident answer.

“We finished the day happily but we forgot someone who should have given us our blessing. Big master,” his voice was choked with a circle of tears that suddenly gathered at the corner of his eyes.

“Do not discuss, papah's absence is not something of a disability in our marriage.”

I immediately scuttle his sentence. I don't like his mind being too innocent.

“But it affects our marriage a.” Disa tightened her hand, asserting that her mind was not wrong.

“No. No effect at all. There or no papah, our marriage still goes, right?”

“And as you said earlier, you feel like this is the best day of your life, so do I."

"So stop thinking about the old man.” My frustration always appears when Disa mentions papah in our intimate conversation.

Papah has always been a lightning bolt that appears in broad daylight, giving me unpleasant surprises, fear, anger and other uncomfortable feelings.

“Papah,” lirih Disa, staring at my face that I was beginning to realize turned upset.

“Today anyway, someone who said that old man officially became my papah is not?” she looked at me fixedly, with lips shaking withholding cries.

Hey, why should this be a semelow?

I wanted to say yes, but I didn't like it. Why should Disa be worried about someone I consider to be no more? Papah is even out of nature, I don't care.

“A, today we invite many people. Welcoming them with a warm atmosphere in the hope that they give us blessing for our marriage."

"But we almost forgot that one of the more important blessings is the blessing of papah.”

He didn't hear me. Like blaming my anger on Papah. Okay, papah's position won this time.

“Sa, you know what papah looks like. How he wanted to separate us and how he made me,” I paused my almost obscene sentence. There's something I have to hold.

“Creating aa what?” he asked softly with a sad look full of feeling. He does not yet fully know me and understand how deep my hatred for papah is.

I can't answer. I blow my face away from Disa, just don't look at me this time or I'll feel guilty.

“A,”

He shifted his body closer to me, making our knees meet each other.

Not now sa, I'm being very upset.

“We do not know what Papah thinks and what papah feels in his sleep. But papah still exists.”

The sentence of Disa was like a slap that made me realize the real reality that I always wanted to deny.

“Aa remember when we went to Bandung and aa came to my parents' tomb to ask for their blessing?”

He started turning things around, making me feel cornered.

“My parents are gone and are still asking their permission to ask me."

"While papah, papah still exists. We are more obliged to ask for his blessing.”

“But,”

“A, I don't care if even in the current condition Papah doesn't approve of us."

"But for me, I'm obliged to meet him and ask for his blessing.”

His voice sounded vibrating yet full of decisiveness. I don't think about what he's thinking.

“Aa makes me have the honor of being a wife, please take me to papah and give me the honor of being her daughter-in-law.”

One tear hatched from her clear eyes. My heart seemed stunned to see the hopeful gaze that Disa showed me.

Oh, my God, why can't I get a wiggle? Please don't be like this, it's suffocating me.

Now I know why Disa started the conversation so sweetly because she knew it would not be that easy to grant her request. He seemed to know how big of a wound papah gave in my life until I felt that papah was long dead. All this time, I was just arguing with the rest of the arrogance he had left behind.

I'm not disarming. I realized this was my weakness, which was seeing him pleading with a sad look.

I choose to hug her body and kiss her forehead lovingly. Why is he always so sincere and so earnest?

And made me unable to resist it.

For that reason we are currently on our way to the main house. I lost, Disa won.

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POV Author

It wasn't too late when Kean and Disa arrived at the main house. Kinar who opened the door looked dumbfounded to see the sudden arrival of Kean and Disa at night should have been alone in the room.

“Goodnight master and young miss.” Sapa Kinar who then realized from his daydream. Bow politely for a while.

For the first time he summoned Disa with the call of the young lady, there was no awkwardness at all as he had gotten used to.

“Good night mom. Sorry dateng malem-malem.” Sahut Disa's.

So it was not good to see the tired face of Kinar who tried to smile in front of him.

Kinar only smiled while Kean pulled Disa's hand to follow him. Not giving a pause to linger.

“I stay a while.” Said Disa slowly. He widened his footsteps following Kean's long steps.

Kinar only nodded, looking for a moment at the back of Disa and Kean who was getting farther away and not seen again.

His forehead was slightly contorted to see the arrival of the newlyweds at night like this. Shouldn't they be at the hotel?

Ah never mind, Inner Kinar, brushed aside his own thoughts.

At the end of the stairs, Kean removed his hand from Disa.

“Come.” He said without looking at Disa.

“Aa not coming?” try to see Kean's face but Kean avoids it.

“If it's done, find me in the room.” That answer was what Disa heard from Kean's mouth.

Her husband is still too reluctant to just see the state of Sigit placed in his study room which is turned into a special treatment room.

For a while Disa was fixated, looking at the looming high door before her. Though he really wanted Kean to be next to him, go into the room behind the door that Sigit had closed after driving him out. He said, Disa is not worthy to enter this room.

But everyone needs time. Just like Kean he couldn't force to accompany her.

With all her courage, Disa knocked on the door of the room that only Sigit lived in. The sound of the monitor and the ticking of the clock greeted him from inside the room. Sigit was completely alone.

Brave himself to get close to the great master who is now officially his father-in-law.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum pah.” Lirih Disa's. It does not feel too presumptuous is he using the word “Papah” as a call on his great master?

As usual, Sigit did not respond in the slightest. Still lying without the slightest movement even from a flick of his finger. His eyes were slightly open, as if he wanted to keep seeing where he was at the moment.

Can reach Sigit's hand then greet and kiss him like a child to his father.

“Sorry, because there comes night-night. Disa means to say hello papah.”

His heart was pounding just from mentioning the word over and over again.

Sitting on Sigit's bedside chair, trying to smile even though the awkwardness was very strong. Imagine if Sigit woke up, the guts would not be this big. But he was already trying to get close to the man that from now on he could not ignore.

As much as Kean hated Sigit, as much as that Disa tried to keep him neutral in his position. Not not to understand Kean's pain but he could not let the hatred in Kean's heart increase. Slowly, he weakened a little.

“How are you today?” Disa took a piece of tissue that she gently rubbed into Sigit's forehead that was furrowed firmly and filled with sweat points.

Even when sleeping Sigit is still like thinking. I don't know what's in his subconscious, what's still thinking or just falling asleep without dreaming.

“Pah, today we are officially married to aa. Hopefully, papah does not hate dia too much because it receives aa proposal at a time like this.”

“Can also hope, papah wake up soon and give blessing and do’a papah for dia and aa.” Disa then looked at Sigit page.

As long as Sigit was in a vegetative state, not many people entered this room.

If it's not karma, let's just say it's a harvest. Where Sigit who used to ignore the people around him and consider himself the most important, did not need anyone, this time like all turned to him.

Everyone in this house is busy with their own business. There is no communication that is built as the doctor suggested the other day. Only occasionally does Sigit accompany Marwan or Kinar and Arini or the nurses who look after him, the rest, he is alone.

Not intending to ignore, but this middle-aged man was indeed neglected.

“Pah, at the party earlier, some people asked Papah news. They mendo’ papah soon healed and can gather again with us.”

“Sorry that our horror is a little selfish.”

“But there can see, mamah and aa still save his sadness and anxiety for papah."

"They care about papah so choose to care for papah at home.”

“From now on, we will also learn to care for papah. Doing the best I can."

"So, don't feel alone anymore.”

Can speak for himself with a little stammering.

In the past, it was a very short time to call someone as his father. This time he seemed to get a second chance to feel back calling papah and he did not want to waste it.

“Papah rest again yes, sorry to disturb the nights. Good night pah.”

Pull the blanket slightly higher up to the center of Sigit's chest. This room is quite cold and maybe this blanket can help Sigit reduce the cold.

It was enough for Disa to meet Sigit at this time. The tightness in his chest slowly reduced to a change of relief. One fear had passed him and he dared to approach Sigit. It's a process, and he'll go through the next process better.

Returning to Kean's room, she found her husband had fallen asleep. Disa just found out that Kean likes to sleep face down.

According to sleep specialists, if a person sleeps on his stomach means he is a person who is a little closed. Although not good for breathing, this sleeping position also describes him as a stoic person.

By sleeping face down one feels covered and protected like a turtle with its shell.

Yeah, that's what Kean is like. A man who is not good at expressing his feelings except for someone he already strongly believes.

So remember, Kean's time was so hard to express his feelings to Disa. His habit of stealing looks but seems indifferent. Manipulating his cares with annoying behavior. Full of vigilance and over-protective when feeling something hers noticed by others.

But behind that, he was a warm person. He is persistent in pursuing what he wants to get. He was strong and accepting of everything that had happened to him in the past. If there were any lingering wounds, this closed attitude of his was the one he used to protect his feelings. People would not believe that this man could be so sweet.

“Thank you a,” Reveal Disa while staring at Kean's face that slightly turned towards her.

“Sorry because I already want to take me to this house.” rubbed the strands of a child's hair at Kean temple.

“Lain times, we meet papah together. Maybe it will be difficult at first but, like me, I can definitely cross the difficult line.”

It was not easy when he decided to approach Sigit. However, he thought, when he married Kean, it was not only Kean who became part of his life but his entire family. Then it should weaken. Lowering his ego and eroding the pain he once felt, turning it into love.

It's hard, but slowly it can.

“Don't be too angry with papah. Right now he is alone, needs aa and needs all of us. Hem,” Ogled Disa.

Whether Kean heard it or not, he was not sure if his words entered Kean's brain and infiltrated his subconscious. Clearly, he is trying. He said that some of what we talk about with people who are sleeping fast, can be responded by the brain.

Hopefully Kean's response will be good to the conversation.

Satisfied talking to Kean, Disa also laid her body beside Kean. After meeting the soft surface of the Mattress, he realized that his body was very Tired. Sleeping sideways facing Kean then berTO’a not only for him but also for Kean.

At the end of her smile, Disa started to close her eyes. Calms every nerve in his body. Yeah, time for a break. Good evening.

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