Marry The Heir
Ahead of fashion show

The return of Disa and Naka turned out to bring a lot of happiness in the Hardjoyo family home. Every day is always filled with the laughter of the owner of the house and the servants who accompany Naka to play. This magnificent house is now not just a building but actually a house.

The back garden becomes a favorite place for Naka to play. Sigit and Marwan became rivals for his grandson to play ball. They happily dodge, pretend to lose or fall when Naka's small foot kicks the ball towards the small goal that Sigit guards.

Not too good health condition Sigit makes him just a goalkeeper. While in Naka's goal, Nina's guard is Nina.

Kinar, Arini, Tina and Wita are cheerleaders who are fun shouting on the sidelines cheering Naka on. Like this that happens every day makes the atmosphere of the house never quiet.

"Bruck!" Naka fell, when the ball he was about to kick was accidentally stepped on.

"Good lord young!" yelling Kinar who immediately ran over to Naka.

"Wait for the shinar." cried Arini, holding Kinar from approaching.

Little Naka looked around him, his lips already thinning like they were about to cry.

"Come on the grandma champion is the same grandpa, build a strong child." exclaimed Arini from his place. He tried to encourage his granddaughter who was almost crying.

"Come on naka, wake up! Kick it here, baby." Sigit encouraged by leaving the goal empty.

Naka, who was about to cry, finally woke up, making the cheerleaders join in crying out cheers.

"Den naka, hotshot! Den naka, hotshot!!" tina's exclaim followed by Nina and Wita, as well as Marwan.

Kinar that was about to approach eventually retreated away. He cheered his young master who would get up from his place.

"Grandpa, ready?" shouts take a run.

"Okey, ready." Sigit pretended to be prepared by bending his body.

One kick from Naka's small foot passed Marwan who pretended not to be able to hold back Naka's tent, then,

"GODDY!!!" arini exclaimed when Sigit failed to catch his son's kick ball.

"YES!!!!" Naka jumped up and down. Her sweet smile was perfect.

Kean who was originally going back to the park to approach his fallen son finally broke his intention. He preferred to see how Naka laughed cheerfully rolling over each other in the garden with Sigit, his grandfather. What a beautiful sight for Kean.

That afternoon Kean was deliberately home for just lunch, briefly accompany Naka play already make Kean body sweat bath. The plan is to change clothes before returning to the office but his steps stop when he hears Naka fall. And he was very lucky because he could see the sweet moment that he captured through his cellphone camera.

Kean had never experienced such a moment with Sigit, but Naka experienced it. The presence of Naka really changed the atmosphere of this house to be full of happiness. Moreover, his son who is active is indeed a suitable opponent for exercise. Just look at Marwan who got tired of chasing his son to and fro kicking the ball.

Kean just smiled looking at the scenery in the back garden from the windowpanes. He wanted Naka to get more of this rare moment in his memory.

Switch to room, “Honey,” call Kean when entering his room.

Visible Disa who was in front of the mirror to polish his face. Tumben.

“Iya. Aa want to take a shower?” tawar Disa who saw Kean sweating.

“Yes, I took a bath. Where are you going, how are you tidy?” pay attention to Disa who has been dressed neatly and formally. The perfume also makes it feel good.

“I want to go to the place of maureta, there is something I have to talk about fashion show this week continues to the boutique menggerjain some unfinished clothes.” Help her husband remove one by one the buttons of the shirt and then remove the shirt that has been wet with sweat.

“You want me to drop off?” bargain Kean who was following his wife to the bathroom to prepare a towel.

“No need a, I'm the same fira. All he wants to see the producer he said with his bandmates.” Adjust the water temperature until it fits.

“Wait,” Kean held Disa back from getting out of the bathroom.

“Why a?” It was so confused to see Kean looking at her so fixedly.

“You pack lipstick?”

Can look at the glass in the bathroom, it turns out the color of his lips is quite noticeable.

“Oh yes, let's not be too pale. This is boughtin fira from England, he said good for my chapped lips.” Terang Disa's.

“I don't want you to pack that lipstick out of the house.” Start this possessive attitude.

“Oh yes already, I will thin the color.” There is no point in opposing because Kean is definitely the one who will win.

“I deleted.” Sluggishly.

“Hah, giman-“ has not been exhausted Disa continued his sentence Kean had already first grabbed the nape of Disa which he made to approach and kiss his lips greedily. He smeared her in earnest to remove the lipstick on Disa's lips.

Honestly, the color of Disa's lips is quite red making her face look beautiful radiant. He did not want to give another man a chance to admire his wife.

“Hahhh...” Was gasped after Kean released his pagutan.

“Jail!” kean's chest hit with his raw bogem.

Kean just smiled, grabbing Disa's hand for her to hold. He was still trying to regulate his hunting breath.

“What time will you meet marcha darling? Is there still time for me?” lirih Kean who put his forehead on Disa's forehead.

“Time make aa I'm ready later tonight yes, now I'm in a hurry.” Surely her husband wanted more than a hot kiss like this.

“I won't go home malem.”

“Hem, okay! Now aa shower first.” She could put a towel in her husband's hand.

“Good.. Muach!” one kiss of Kean was gifted on Disa's forehead. She went to the shower after removing one by one the cloth cover her body in front of Disa, making Disa able to see the whole body of her innocent husband.

“Gosh, habit deh.” Disa immediately turned around and walked out of the bathroom before Kean changed his mind and withdrew his hand. While the man only laughed a little at the protest of his wife.

Prepare clothes for Kean before he leaves. “A, I leave yaaa.. Assalamu’alaikum.” exclaimed Disa from behind the bathroom door.

“Iya beware dear.” Reply to Kean once and then say a reply to the greeting of Disa in his heart.

Kean began to enjoy his long bathing sessions. Such a bath was an intimate part he was with himself.

Finished getting dressed, Kean came out of his room and saw Arini and Sigit already in the living room. They were drinking a cold drink to quench their thirst. Sigit's face was still red from exhaustion.

“Still in the park, again playing water shots with Marwan and the servants. You want to go to the office again, son?” Arini patted the spot beside her, asking Kean to sit down for a while.

“Yes, there is work that must be kean check but not for long kok.” Sit down next to Arini and enjoy a cold drink that has been served to him.

“You see, naka happy really yes.” shrewd Arini with a view that goes to the window.

“Hem, he was seneng if many who ngajak him play.” He looked at his son, who fired a water pistol at Marwan.

“He's big, when are you the same in want to give him a sister? Kasian let him not be lonely.” that question is heard from Sigit's mouth.

“Iya mamah also want to hear again the sound of babies in this house. Kangen,” Arini grabbed the hand of her son whom she gently patted.

“Let's be a big reward, I'll say the same in.” Kean sipped back the drink he had in his hand.

“He just came home, let him rest first. He must be very tired while in paris, nyimbangin learning just as naka ngurus is not easy. I'm sure she's never slept well.” Bright Kean.

He remembered the time Disa was in Paris. Clara often told him that Disa was staying up late to do design tasks.

“Siang he can not do anything, because naka ngajak him play now he again ngerjain task, tuh.” Clara deployed her phone to record what Disa was doing in the design room.

Imagining such a thing done by Disa almost every day it seems that he does not have the heart. But asking him to stop, he couldn't.

“For the child's problems I give the same. He has a body, he knows better when his body and mentality are ready for us to have another child. After all, one naka is enough to make you tired, right?” said Kean who looked at Sigit and Arini alternately. It still seems they are tired.

“Yes, if only papah can better maintain papah health, maybe papah can still run around naka. That's why having a child is mending at a young age.”

“Iya mas, but having a child is not only a matter of physical readiness, but mental and emotional readiness as well.”

Sigit and Kean agreed.

“You must be more active in working, papah do not want grandchildren and papah's daughter-in-law lack any one. If there are hassles while he works, you have to guarantee he will not lack anything if he lives at home. Don't let him get tired of us, take care of our work too. Though nyari money is your job.” Firm Sigit.

“Iya pah, mah. Kean never told me to work. It was at his own request. I can only support and remind him that he has crossed his own line. For now, let's do what he likes. I don't want to be in a way constrained by marriage with me." explained Kean.

"It's odd to the office first so that the return home is not too late.” Grab Arini and Sigit's hands for him to salami.

“Be careful you drive, do not like a racer, inget at home there is a family waiting.” Sigit gave a warning.

“Si papah said it was like writing on a police banner aja.” Arini Ledek.

“Yes are important. You see he likes not about if you bring a car.”

“Iyaa pah mah, Kean must be careful really. Assalamu ‘alaikum..”

“Wa’alaikum salam.” Arini and Sigit.

They both let out a sigh of relief, the atmosphere of the warm and serene home they could finally feel.

*****

Is still with its mountainous activity. She had to finish 4 new dresses in half. He also had to concentrate on dividing the focus between working and talking to Clara over the phone.

“Lo uda dapet?” ask Clara from there. The woman was in the salon to beautify her fingernails and feet.

“Not yet, just got fira doang.” Sahut Disa while staring at the sister who was fun trying some dresses made by her.

“Lo have you tried contacting the agency?”

“Udah, but they already in contract with other designers. I think I'm late.”

Problems Can increase. Preparations for clothes alone are not finished and this time he must think about the absence of a model that can demonstrate his clothes later.

“Yes I tried it to the foundation, who knows if anyone is free. Oh yeah, why don't you try to call his cousin Reza, I'm sure he'll want to.”

“You mean naomi?” It is thought to be the brown-skinned girl Reza's cousin.

“Yes, he really likes the same clothes you made before. I'm sure the kids will. Oh yes, marisa also want to wear lo.” clothes Suddenly Clara remembers her best friend's fellow model.

“Huh really claire? You have a contact manager?”

“No need to go to his manager, later I contact him directly.”

“But Claire, wait, I'll have to know how much it costs to use mba marisa. Mending I asked kak mila contact manager first time yes?” she immediately beckoned Mila to come closer.

“Ah already, tuh kanak right would like to wear clothes made lo. I made a special dress for him, I will say. All I confirm to the foundation make other models.”

“Oh yes already, later please tell ya, so I can find another model if there is no from the foundation.”

“Iya I'll tell you. Udah lo do not stress think of models, lo focus aja selesei lo clothes, it is not possible that no model does not want to wear your clothes. Wait aja.”

Can sigh of relief, “Iya Claire, thanks.” He was lucky to know a Clara.

Not long after the call was interrupted.

“Where, are we connecting this agency?” Mila offered a business card that was given by Disa.

“I called naomi first brother, while we wait for news from Claire.”

“Hem, okay.”

After the phone turned out the concentration of Disa broke up the road. It took him a while to reassemble his idea.

Finally he just sat on the chair while watching the clothes that are still attached to the mannequin. His brain turned to think about the cost to pay the models, while the money was almost used up to buy cloth and design needs.

“Patience and quiet sa, all will be well aja.” Mumbles Disa cheers herself up.

He must think clearly in order to think of a way out of his problems. Right now he just wants to pay attention to Shafira who is busy trying on her clothes. Seeing Shafira who is so happy with her homemade clothes can reduce a little stress. At the very least, someone was smiling wearing the clothes he had made.

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