Marry The Heir
Mr. Kean

Boutique became the place where Disa spent all day. Almost a week left, it turns out some people have started looking for it.

As of now, there are 4 consumers who ask to make clothes. They said they saw Disa's design from her and Shafira's social media.

It must be admitted, Shafira is indeed good at marketing the clothes she makes. His skill in posing on the buttocks with his beautiful face, became a special attraction for buyers. Known as the winner of the beginner's design event is also the reason Disa is looking for quite a lot of people. His social media has started to get crowded with questions about his work.

“The way is semi-formal, I want the color is a bit calm and inconspicuous.” Said the last consumer of Disa who ordered 3 clothes directly.

“For this size mom measure by herself or how?” Disa picked up a piece of paper that the woman had thrust.

“Iya, we shave by ourselves. My son is still in Germany, just got home the day after tomorrow. He could be here the day after tomorrow. What's the problem?”

“Em is no problem. I made the design first, for mother and daughter mother see. Later can give a note if there is a less fitting.”

“Oh yes, I have two friends of mine who are the age of mother's daughter. Approximately, the posture of the mother's daughter is similar to these two friends of mine?” Disa asked the two apprentices to come closer.

“Em, how high is it?” ask the girl with brown hair.

“I 158 bu.”

“Oh, yes my first daughter is also that tall. But his sister, taller. As high as mba there is. It's just, more contained. Big height gitu.” The mother showed how the posture of her two daughters.

Can again see the size record made by the mother.

“Good ma'am, if so I will make the design first. I'll send it to mom.”

“Em gini aja mba, which I will see immediately. But my daughter, will you please send by email, how?”

“Soal my son it should be detail.”

“Oh good ma'am. Can I have your email address?”

“Bby, later I send to the number mba yaa.. So that no one writes.”

“Good ma'am, thank you.”

“Iya equally.”

The mother moved, but when she took one step, she turned back.

“Mba sorry, can it be something personal?”

“Em, how's bu?”

The woman leaned over and approached Disa.

“Mba is married yet?”

“If you are pleased, I have a nephew who is single, he works at the Korean embassy, maybe mba would like to be introduced?” treat the mother carefully.

Can smile thinly, it turns out personal things like this that will be asked by the woman.

“Thank you ma'am, but I'm married.” Disa shows the wedding ring embedded in the ring finger of her right hand.

“Ohh already married... It's a pity yaa..”

“Iya anyway if a beautiful girl is as talented as mba in the heck, it must be bad. Sorry mom asked.” she patted Disa's hand gently.

“Aamiin.. Thank you bu.”

“Heheheh yes... Yes, I'll excuse you.. Good day.”

“Iya bu good afternoon.”

Only Disa and the mother moved, someone at the mouth of the door was approaching. It was Kean who then approached and looked at the woman coldly. The woman walked over quickly trying to avoid Kean's gaze.

“Aa, how not to be surprised?” Disa immediately approached her husband who had put on the face of war.

“I came from earlier, you are the one who is cool about the same guy the mothers were.” Little did Kean hear the whispers of Disa with his guests.

“Ish who talked about guys, his mother wanted to recognize his bangs and I said I was married.” Disa showed the back of her hand to Kean, where their promise-binding ring was coiled.

“Bene? You didn't give me your number with my mom, did you?” Kean's still investigating.

“Ngg-.” Disa stopped continuing her sentence.

“Thank you, but don't make her bangs. But make his son in germany.” Lirih Disa while glaring.

“Hey, where are you going?!” kean quickly held his hand.

“Ngot going anywhere a. I just want to make a drink.” Reasonably.

To be honest she was a little afraid of being near Kean let alone in her husband's condition jealous for no reason.

“I don't need a drink! I need an explanation.” In his trunk the body of Disa in one pull.

“Ihh aa, want to do... That's my friend..” Can glance at the two students who were stunned by Kean's behavior. Their faces are red. Kean did those who were ashamed.

Kean turned his gaze to the two students without lowering Disa even though his wife was in a revolt.

“What intentions are you?! There break!” his bluff made the two girls flinch.

“I-Yes kak.” Hurry them away until they forget to replace the sandals with shoes.

“Aa ikhh!!” Disa pinched Kean's chest, but it didn't seem to pinch. His muscles are too thick.

“Do not return before 3 pm!” exclaim Kean loudly.

“Yes sis!!” girls running out of boutiques.

“Ihh aa, I'm ashamed tau.” Disa buried her face in Kean's chest. How will he face the two students after what Kean did to them.

“This is the punishment if you give a random hp number.” Kean's grumble that brought Disa into his room.

“Ih a, time in law. A!!!” exclaimed Disa who was forced into the room.

But Kean didn't respond.

The door of the room was also tightly closed. The boutique was suddenly silent, only subtle sounds could be heard from the room that Kean made as comfortable as possible. Now Disa know, this is the function of the room that is given a padded mattress.

Oh my goodness young master! What kind of punishment is this?

*****

Lying on Kean's sturdy arm that was made into a cushion, Disa still closed her eyes. Feel the remnants of passion that have not yet fully descended. While Kean was still hugging her tightly from the side, it was as if this husband was still reluctant to let go.

Punishment, that's what Kean called for his daytime sports this time.

When he arrived at the boutique, he heard little of Disa's conversation with a mother who was looking for personal information about his wife. As for exactly what it was, he did not hear too clearly. All he caught was the mother's promotion of a man he said worked at the Korean embassy.

Argha! It felt like Kean was very upset at everyone who was trying to get close to his wife. Then for that reason he punishes Disa, so that his wife is not easily seduced by anyone including mothers who promote their children or nephews.

“Aa still angry?” the rubbing of Disa's finger on Kean's face made the man close his eyes, enjoying the delicate sweep of Disa's hand.

“Do not respond to such a thing again or I will not let you work again.” Followed with a sniff. His anger was defeated by jealousy.

“I didn't respond to anything. Mother asked for my number to send her daughter's email address so as not to typo.” Can put emphasis on the word “Female.”

“Ya but that does not guarantee that the mother will not spread your phone number right?” still upset apparently the matter of giving hp number to others.

“Yes, but I can guarantee that I know how to respond well to messages that go into my mailbox.” Disa Assertive.

“Aa can believe that I can keep my attitude and honor as a wife?” Disa still rubbed Kean's cheeks and looked at him. She wanted to convince her husband.

“I believe.” He grabbed Disa's hand and then kissed her.

“Only I don't like it when too many people tease you.” Rigorously.

“Can I tell you that aa is jealous?” Disa squinted her eyes at Kean.

“Hahaha..” This man instead laughed, buried his head in his chest for then he hugged.

“Em, what if you have an assistant? So later he takes care of all your promises with others or just takes a design order. So your personal number is not compromised.” The idea suddenly emerged from this overprotective human.

“A, I don't need an assistant yet. My efforts have only just started and I can still handle everything myself.” He rubbed Kean's chest that field, it felt a little hard because of all the muscles.

“Again, I just opened this boutique. There's not enough money to hire an assistant."

*"*I still have to calculate how much I earn and how much I spend so that this boutique can last a long time.”

“I can hire your assistant. How many people, two or three people maybe?” sahut Kean quickly. It is difficult to talk about money with a sultan.

“Ish aa,” Disa pushed Kean's body slightly away from him.

“Don't habit of giving me the excess, I don't like such things.” in his face the concentrated net of her husband with adhesiveness.

“I'm used to trying, not asking.”

“I want to be a successful entrepreneur, who goes through all the processes and difficulties and then seeks his own solution. So, please appreciate my process and effort.” the principle of Disa seems undeniable.

Kean could only sigh deeply, trying to understand his wife's thoughts. It is true, if a business owner must go through every stage in the process of maintaining his business. Well that's a fun thing even if it's sad. As Kean had experienced when maintaining one of Hardjoyo group's subsidiaries. From there he learned to solve problems in his company.

“Yes I agree. But,”

“I'll be a professional. I'm going to study professionally at my job, okay?” He could have missed it first. He could read Kean's direction to maintain his attitude.

Kean just smiled faintly. He likes the spirit that lights up in Disa's eyes.

He drew his chin once and then he kissed his wife's lips gently.

“Semangat.. I support you.” In his embrace was the plain body of Disa tightly.

“Hem, thanks a.” Disa shook her head in Kean's arms.

“Hahhahaa.. Amused, sa.” Kean laughed out loud as Disa's hair rubbed the rough surface of his chest.

“Hhahahaha.” Isa laughed. For a while they looked at each other and smiled at each other.

“Did I ever tell you that I love you?” lirih Kean was full of feelings.

“But.” Disa shook her head while making a smile. It's her turn to tease Kean.

“Oh yes? Then last night who did I say love?” pretend think.

“Ish aa!!” Disa took her husband's chest, giving a spicy pinch. Also upset if this answer was thrown by Kean.

“Aahahhahaa. Yes, I'm kidding.” Holding his hand so that he would no longer pinch her and forcing her into his arms.

“You nyubitnya very sick anyway?” rubbed his chest a few times. No pain actually, just prank on Disa.

“Yes again aa becanya ngeselin.” Timpal Disa was upset.

“Hahahaha.. I love you again. It's his lips uuuhhh Kean pursed his lips with anxiety. Since when did this iceberg act like you first fell in love.

“Em, a..” Pained trying to release Kean's hand.

“Hahaahhaha.. Time sih.” Unconsciously Kean so much to laugh when with Disa.

“He is sick.” Can rubbed his cheeks that just came out of Kean's grip.

“Iya sorry.. You are gemesin.” Kissed her again those pursed lips.

“I'm happy sa, very happy.” Lirih Kean later. His warm gaze made Disa's heart rustle gently. Is this guy really happy next to him?

“I too. I feel grateful to have a husband. Similar nano-nano, hahaha.”

Kean laughed when he heard his wife's teasing. Back he hugged Disa tightly, it felt like he always wanted to be like this.

A cell phone ringing disturbs the intimacy of Disa and Kean. Disa's phone then turns on and shows a notification of incoming messages.

“A, I saw briefly yes.” Disa loosened her husband's embrace.

“Hem.” For a moment Kean let go of his embrace.

He looked at his wife who was moving away to get his cell phone. Sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the incoming message.

“Who?” Kean became curious when Disa just fell silent. He approached and sat directly behind Disa.

“Bu marcha, he says he wants to come here.” Shows his phone screen to Kean.

“ Which mother is it?” a little bit of a concern with the label of mothers who contact Disa.

“That's a, the chairman of the Foundation that I'm in the race. Said he wanted to give me the files to Paris later.”

“Now?”

“Yes, he's again on the road. Said 10 minutes more nyampe.”

“Aaahhhh why so many mothers who disturb usaa...” Kean dropped his body back to the bed. I don't know how many more mothers will harass him and Disa.

“Ish aa.. I will also be a mother. Aa so gents..” timpal Disa casually. His wife began to move and pick up clothes for him to wear. He must be prepared.

“Yes well, after Mareta's mom, who else wants to come? Miss Roni, miss eva bu nana or who? Please login.” Speak to those who do not want to be disturbed.

Disa just smiled faintly. Since when did this father growl?

Deeuuhh basic Mr. Kean.

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