Marry The Heir
Bird squeals

Kean's anger was still not gone when he got into his car. The woman's cry really disturbed her mind. Many times he heard women crying because of his love he refused but never as deeply and painfully as he had just heard a moment ago.

When the cry was heard, it was only about 10 minutes that he could close his eyes and control his messy mind. Trust me, it's not just the girl who has a problem and wants to cry.

“Shhiittt!!! My head hurts so much more!” kean grumbled while scrambling his already irregular hair.

The remains of the pomade that governs her neat hairdo are now gone and make her hair stand up ready to blow up the balloon at any time. The face is no longer familiar, no longer looks handsome typical Asian men who always make the girls fascinated and shouted hysterically. Too strong a cold expression was seen on his face.

His sturdy and tall body curved on his stomach with the steering wheel of his sports car as a backrest. He banged his head against the steering wheel but the dizziness did not go away.

Time and again a rough breath was heard from between his filled lips. He stared at the quiet streets with minimal lighting in front of him. It was 2 in the morning and sleeping for 10 minutes was difficult for Kean.

That's how Kean, during the day he works like a crazy person even though he is not appreciated and at night he goes around looking for a busyness or place that if it can make him sleep and forget all his problems.

Claustrophobia's disease has really tormented her. Even in his own home he could not feel the calmness. Only a stuffy and tight feeling always torments him.

Kean's Italian production car engine is back on. He began to drive his car slowly along the coastline that was crowded with visitors. If he usually drives his vehicle above the speed of 100 km/h, this time it may be only 20 km/h. The windows and roof of the car were left open. It's better than feeling alone.

Many things flogged in Kean's mind, not only his phobias but also his life's problems.

“As a boy, you must have a sense of responsibility in yourself. Whatever you do, being responsible is the main thing a man should do. Do not run or run away for your own actions and actions.” The sentence kept ringing in Kean's ears since noon.

It was Sigit Hardjoyo who delivered that sentence with a sharp and disappointed look. Only 2 months he came home to continue one of the father's subsidiaries. But instead of making it better, Kean even made the company lose up to billions of rupiah. The company's darkest history, he himself made it.

The business world is not always smooth, many sharp pebbles and stumbling blocks are faced. But the lowest conditions like this never imagined in Kean's mind. Kean who used to play around and enjoy the wealth of his parents, this time was given great responsibility by his father. Spending money as an outlet for his anger and loneliness, became the only thing he did.

His return to Indonesia was a form of coercion from his parents. The heiress who is reserved by her father but behind it she is only a puppet who does not have the right to desire anything else to follow his heart. He was confused as to what he wanted. There was too much opposition and upheaval in his heart and mind.

One mistake had made him fall into the deepest hole and almost lose the trust of those around him. For that reason he needed time to refresh his mind. Thinking of every scorn and disappointed look from the people who were under him. Incompetent, maybe it's 2 words that match her.

Kean still continues to drive his car through the deserted streets. I don't know where he's headed, which he obviously doesn't want to go home.

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“Krieett..” Can rotate the door handle slowly and encourage it to open the heavy door leaf and often sounds loud when opened.

The house still looks lonely, yet seen Meri who berjibaku processing food for him to sell during the day. It was immediately to his room which was only enough for bed number 3, bathroom 1x1 meters and a closet adjoining the dressing table. There is no distance between the bed and the mouth of the room. Until he could instantly drop his body onto the bed as soon as it reached the mouth of the door.

“Huft, really cape..” He could lay his body on the bed. His appearance was not careless and the smell of the sun was no longer ignored. He just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a moment his body.

Disa lifted her legs and leaned against the wall of the room. He looked at a pair of legs that looked swollen on the back of his legs. Lightly for more than 12 hours he stood on the plus had to pedal the bike back and forth to work certainly made his calves also twitch in pain.

For motherhood, under the team, it seems that satire is indeed suitable pinned on him.

Disa looked at both her legs and then massaged her slowly. He was grateful to have a pair of strong legs. “Legs, thanks for trying so hard. Although we get little results but we both do not give up.” Disa. This time his eyes shifted on both of his hands. “Hand, thank you for trying so hard. Although we are in trouble, we never looked up to ask for something that is not our right.” he continued Disa while sounding one by one his fingers that felt sore.

There was a deep sigh coming from the mouth of Disa who slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep in her short sleep. Yes, a short sleep before Meri woke her up again who told her to help prepare the merchandise.

*****

“Gosh! Late dawn!” exclaiming Disa who realized he had bad luck. He woke up, but in a few moments he heard complaining. “Adduuhh tingling again.” He felt his legs partially tingling and partly numb.

Apparently, because he was too tired and fell asleep, he forgot to lower his leg that was attached to the wall. For a while Disa could only roll over on her bed waiting for the tingling and numbness to disappear.

It was 8am and Disa had not prepared anything yet. He immediately went into the bathroom and performed his quick bathing ritual. There was something strange about this day, Meri did not yell at him or banged on the door of his room. Either because Disa is too sound so it does not hear or for other reasons. After wearing her clothes, Disa immediately approached Meri who must have been in the kitchen.

He was out of his room on his tiptoes. He was looking for someone in the kitchen, but it didn't look like Meri was there. At the dining table, there is only dry rice and a packet of crackers and sambal, the menu is usually served every day.

“Mana hungry, gag got money again.” Murmured Disa while rubbing her rumbling stomach.

There was a sound of a television that lit up in the living room as well as the family room. Items that are prohibited to be turned on because they consume a lot of electricity this time sound so frenzied. The sound of a simple laugh that seemed to be the voice of the artists presenting the music show. They dare to peek.

From behind the wall Disa peeked and looked Meri who was lying on the sofa with a thick blanket covering her body. Disa's approaching soon.

“Tante sick?” asked Disa doubtfully.

“You think aunt is being lazy.” Always, ketus is an inseparable part of Meri.

Disa just rounded her lips to form the letter O without sound. He sat near the tip of Meri's feet wearing socks while on her left and right temples in a koyo cabe.

“We gag sale today tan?” He looked at the window in front of his house that looked empty.

“Mau sale how, there are girls but the clock is just getting up.” Timpal Meri with sharp glances.

“Sorry aunt, there is misadventure.” He then grabbed Meri's leg for her massage.

“Where are you from semalem, the middle of malem has not come home! Want a birthday party in ancol?” sinister Meri without looking at Disa.

“Em, no aunt. Semalem Is working.” He shrinks quickly. There was a rough gasp of breath from Meri's mouth when she heard Disa's reply.

“Do not alesan! If it works, there should be results.” Syndir Meri who returned to focus stared at the television screen and changed the channel to look for his favorite gossip show.

Want it to feel Disa said that her cousin's brother who took the money but he paused, he did not want to add to the burden of Meri's mind.

Meri has been working hard all this time. For him Damar is his favorite son whom he is very proud of. If now Disa tells Damar's behavior all this time, of course he will be very sad.

It used to be that the economic conditions of the Meri family were not as difficult as they are now. They have enough lives because Sugih, the late Disa, worked in a fairly bona fide company. But after the death of Sugih 2 years ago, the economic situation of this family began to deteriorate.

Meri worked by selling dishes and small pastries, while Damar worked in one of the workshops near their home. Damar's college had to be stopped because they could not afford to pay his tuition fees. At the moment it was already lucky enough for Disa, Meri was still willing to take care of her. After Sugih, they were certainly no one else.

So, as soon as and as rough as Meri is today, Disa can still be grateful there is a house where she came home and there are still people who she can consider as family. Just do'a may one day Meri's heart soften.

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