Marry The Heir
Not ready to lose

By the time Naka sleeps, his habits are still the same. He will tell me about what he did this afternoon with the people at home. It has become a habit of telling stories before going to bed so that his son will get used to telling anything to Disa. He always wanted to be the first to hear from his son.

And this time Naka told me about playing ball with his grandfather.

“I have 4 goals mom and I win yeaayyy.” Naka told me about his ball game with his grandfather.

“Waw you’re great baby.” Disa kissed Naka with anxiety when she saw her eyes that resembled Kean round so happy.

“Yes. Grandpa said, tomorrow Grandpa will defeat me. But no, I’m sure I will be the tranquilizer mama.” Naka in a hodgepodge manner.

“Swimming?” Cana slightly quoted the words spoken by Naka that sounded awkward.

“Ya mom. Says onty tina, I'm the tranquilizer.” Sahut Naka with pride.

“Wait, do you mean winner?” Disa tried to straighten.

“Yes! Winner, sedative. Am it wrong?” Naka asked because Disa was confused. This little boy is indeed sensitive to changes in the expression of others.

“O, hahaha…. It’s winner not tranquilizer okey.” Disa chuckles while kissing Naka. Looking at her confused face, it looked extremely adorable.

Naka just gawked while trying to digest Disa's words.

“So, what is the tranquilizer mama?” her curiosity was still quite high discussing the word that Disa said was wrong.

“Swimming is, when you’re crying and then I hug you, me as a tranquilizer. Because you will be fine, relax and not scare anymore.”

“Oh I got it. Grandma Kinar is a tranquilizer. When I felt down, she hug me so tight and she say, young master of kuwat, don't cry. But grandma say, don't give up naka, you're strong! They are tranquilizers, aren't they mama?” Naka Light with excitement.

“Yes. Less is more like that.” Can be so smiling to imagine the narration of Naka. It turned out that Kinar not only loved her husband and considered him as his own son, he began to love Naka.

“Gimana with grandma and grandpa. What are you doing with them?”

“Very exciting mom. Grandma shutting on the sidelines, naka spirit, wake up champ.” Naka exclaims with a style that resembles Arini. “And then grandpa ask me to kick the ball mom. Yeaayyy I got the goal more.” His hand clenched into the air like he still felt the euphoria of his victory last afternoon.

“Good job naka!” Disa kisses Naka's head in love. He did not expect, Naka who is usually only with him while in Paris was able to adapt quickly in new environments and new people. Maybe because he was used to making video calls with his grandparents so it was no stranger to him.

“Mama, I'm happy to be here.” Reveal it with great intent.

“I know.” She hugged her son tightly.

“Time to go sleep, let's pray.” Disa brought Naka's hand up.

“Okey!” the little boy with plump eyes began to close his eyes.

“Allah, thanks for today. Alhamdulillah.”.

“Bismika Allahumma Ahya Wabismika Amut, aamiin.” rubbed her small hands into the face.

“Aamiin.” Can follow agree.

“Sleep nakanya mama.” One kiss was given Disa long enough accompanied by do'a that he said from the bottom of his heart so that his son slept soundly and had a good dream.

“I love you mom.” Naka kissed Disa's cheek back making Disa smile haru. True, what we plant is what we will reap. Sweet Naka is the fruit of the way he and Kean treat her sweetly.

“Love you more.” Reply Disa.

Naka who was used to sleeping sideways while hugging the bolster began to flip his body and Disa rubbed his back gently. Habits he must do before Naka sleeps. Waiting for Naka to sleep soundly, Disa also lay down while hugging her son who was getting taller. All the tiredness today, just gone after seeing his son grow well and received by his environment. Disa is very grateful because Naka is no longer a complement to her family but rather a strong foundation for this family.

It wasn't long until Naka was completely asleep. Disa moved from her place, enveloped Naka to the limit of the stomach and then kissed her head back with love.

“Beautiful dreams nakanya mama.” Lirih Disa smiled.

Turn off Naka's room lights and leave only a dim light. Naka was already used to sleeping alone because Disa wanted her son to be an independent child. Then he closed the door slowly so that Naka would not wake up.

Returning to the room, Disa had yet to see Kean's whereabouts on the bed. After dinner, Sigit said if there was anything she wanted to talk to her husband about, it might not be over. Finally Disa chose to sit in front of her dressing table and opened a notebook to work on something.

One thing that re-emerged in his mind was the running costs of the boutique that was starting to thin. He checked his account also saw the clothes that are currently in the boutique. There are 6 unsold clothes.

“Do I sell some of my collections?” muttered Disa when remembering the lack of capital to pay for the services of the models later.

“Bismillah, I sell aja.” He muttered with full determination.

Finally, he began to post the clothes on the official website made by Mila some time ago. He also spread links on his social media accounts to make it more quickly known to people.

“#dressbyparadisasandhya.” He included the hashtag in his caption.

After posting the ad, Disa sighed deeply while berto’a hopefully people who saw the post are willing to buy.

“De, why not tell young master if we lack capital? I'm sure young master is also a big master to help.” Mila's question this afternoon was again ringing in Disa's ear.

And Disa just fell silent, not answering. She was not sure to tell her husband the financial condition of the boutique let alone her father-in-law. He thought that all this time he had been burdening his husband and family too much. Not materially, but emotionally.

The focus of pursuing her education for more than 2 years and leaving the family certainly made an emotional impact for her family. Although Kean did not protest because he had to undergo a long-distance relationship and he gave up on meeting Disa, in fact, the feeling of guilt was still felt clearly in the heart of Disa.

She could not ask her husband for more, even though she knew that neither Kean nor Sigit and Arini would mind if she asked for help.

It's just that he wants to get used to what he is dealing with now, take responsibility for his choices and as much as possible solve his own problems. If you ask a little for help, he is afraid that his mental will be used to being a mental requestor. And it wasn't Disa all this time. Berdo’a only hope there is a way out.

“Cup!” a kiss on Disa's neck made Disa open her eyes that were originally closed.

“Aa?” it was seen that Disa was very surprised to see her husband who was suddenly behind her.

“Again darling?” Kean hugged Disa from behind and then kissed her shoulders several times.

Hurriedly Can close his notebook which turns off his ipad screen.

“No more doing. Just checking the progress of making clothes aja.” Put a book and an ipad in her dresser drawer. Enough thinking about work, it's time to take care of her husband.

“There's something I need to help you with?” bargain Kean is massaging Disa's back. He looked at his wife's tired face from the mirror.

“Aa can help masang beads?” Disa patted the hand of her husband who was gently massaging her shoulder. Like a massage Kean has replenished his spirit.

“If you take off your shirt, I'm an expert.” He sat down beside Disa, pulled the rope of Disa's nightgown which was only the size of Naka's pinkie and then kissed her shoulder, approached the niche of Disa's neck and took a sip of her fragrance.

“Iya, aa very proficient about it.” Disa rubbed the head of her husband who was coolly down in the niche of her neck gave a kiss with a slight bite of anxiety to give a sign of redness.

“Aa how is it in the office, smoothly?” Disable back to asking, trying to stay focused on their conversation even though Kean's hands have griliya here and there.

“Rusan in the office is safe, but it looks like I have to remind someone with his promise.” Whisper Kean then kissed Disa's earlobe until the owner shuddered to feel the electricity given by Kean.

“Okey-okey, no need to play insinuations.” Disa slightly pulled her body away but quickly Kean grabbed her.

“Then I slept, right?” rubbed his neck then he kisses. He is not finished with this hobby.

“Udah. But,”

“Custom to keep the promise before I charge it.” Continue Kean with roaring breath on Disa's face.

“Will I keep.” In the stalk of Kean's face with both hands then he rubbed gently. Her clear netra looked fixedly at the face of the husband who was on it.

“I love you...” lirih Disa.

“Love you more.” Kean immediately pulled out the blanket and covered the bodies of the two of them. Slowly one by one their clothes flew across the floor. What happens next,

“Please stop thinking.” Whisper Kean between the lights that start dimming.

*****

“Okey, the podcast aired next week only, this week a 3D game vlog first aja.” Damar spoke by phone with someone.

“Yes, okay. I also have not discussed about vase craftsmen, we first met the craftsman after dapet new permission we make his vlog. “

“Okey, thanks.”

So the short conversation that Eko heard from the corner of the room. He was waiting for his best friend to finish the phone before showing his phone to Damar.

“Udah?” eko asked as his best friend turned around.

“Udah, next week we meet ceramic craftsmen. I think you really if we have to buy noise reducer for editing.” Damar sat in front of Eko while tying his hair.

For 4 years Damar busied himself with his work. Make vlogs, podcasts and so on about the art and hobbies of men. All the ins and outs of the art world he discussed in his vlog or podcast and Damar is getting famous in cyberspace. His income was enough to build a mini studio where he worked with his team. It's true that there really is a way.

In addition, the appearance of Damar cool and good looking like a magnet to attract its subscribers who are dominated by women.

Unfortunately until now all the work done by Damar as if only a form of escape from his thoughts and feelings.

“Lo why?” asked Damar when he saw Eko who was only silent with a smile. Fun with his own cell phone.

Eko shows her phone screen on Damar, “Can go home.” Mildly spoken.

Damar only smiled faintly, then he turned his back to Eko, preferring to continue his work editing videos.

“Lo not surprised like? Do you know?” Eko moved to sit next to Damar and tried to peek at his best friend's expression.

“Why be surprised? His family is here. I'm sure he will go home” Sahut Damar sounds easy

“Bacot lo!” grunts Eko. He smiled as if laughing at the way Damar avoided talking about Disa. Damar thinks Eko does not know that every time Damar waits for an update story Disa on his social media account.

“She has ngabarin mom yesterday.” Kill Damar.

“Ohh... I dong late?” Eko asked back.

Only the headband was Damar's answer at this time.

“She offered her draft suit, is it possible that she will need some more money?” added Eko while looking at the clothes uploaded by Disa. Awkward indeed, because only this time Disa posted clothes made when setau Eko, Disa made clothes by request.

“But, the clothes that he made are made to be sold? The part of the play is dirty, there is no way he needs money.” Eko spoke for himself.

Damar immediately stopped moving his mousepad, like he was thinking. He checked his own phone and sure enough Disa was posting clothes that he sold.

“Lo think we like to ask?” decik Damar's. Like knowing his best friend.

Eko's eyes immediately rounded looking at the screen of his phone. “Crazy, you reposted the post there? Haha.. You talk a little bit about working. Darling you first the prince in a luxury car, if not first there is already a story my best friend is my wife. Uh my wife is my best friend. Uh how the hell is it?” Eko is busy himself.

Damar did not respond in the least. He prefers to leave Eko who is confused by himself what the first friend or wife said that was suitable to put in front.

“Eh you go where bro?” Eko only realized when the sound of the engine engine Damar motor on. Damar was already sitting on his iron horse complete with a bogo helmet and leather jacket.

“Heh, move on lo! He had a child, just like him. That means there is a lot of love with the same!” eko from the studio.

Damar did not reply, he preferred to pull the accelerator and the motor drove splitting the road.

Not necessarily the direction, that's what Damar feels right now. When yesterday Mery told him that Disa had come home but apologized for not having had time to meet Mery, Damar's feelings were immediately not because of.

More than 3 years of not meeting with Disa, never sending messages or receiving messages from Disa made his communication completely cut off. The last time he met Disa was when visiting Disa who gave birth in the hospital.

Still remembered clearly the face of Disa who was pale with hospital patient clothes as well as the patient's bracelet that was coiled in her left hand. She said her best friend struggled for more than 4 hours with severe pain during the birth of their first son.

"Well, your stomach still hurts?" asked Damar when he saw Disa who was slightly grimacing as she moved.

"Lumayan, I can still hold it." justifying the position of the baby in his carrying and he looked on lovingly.

"Lo has to be cured so he can take care of your child." Damar chose to sit leaning against the window of the room that was deliberately open so that there was fresh air coming in.

"hem, definitely. I didn't stay here long, I wanted to go home." She always hated being in the hospital.

"Yes, don't be long, mending rest at home alone." the message as he approached Disa.

"This way, I go home first, you rest so you can recover. Don't forget to eat a lot." Seeing the pale Disa was heartless.

"Thanks mong." Disa's smile is still the same, just the meaning is now different.

“Mong, before you go home please call my husband.. I don't want to be alone in the room.” That sentence became the last request that Disa said before she left.

“Lo is a mom but still a coward. You have to be brave sa, the world out there is wider than this room if you are afraid in a room as small as this, can you step into the outside world?” tanyanya at that time.

“Resek lo! This is because in the hospital I am afraid.” Timpal Disa was upset.

“Yes, I say yes.. I'll call you lo.” Damar stood beside Disa who was holding her baby.

In her face was the petite face of Kean junior with her lips red and like a smile.

“Happy to be a mother. Inget lo must be brave and strong, not only for you but also for lo.” children Damar's Message. He rubbed the head of Disa who was nodding and then kissed the top of his head with full feeling. Consider it a farewell kiss.

Disa did not chim in, she just stared with her surprised face. Like Disa never thought that Damar would do this. And from that day on, Disa never once contacted him and Damar never had the courage to contact Disa. Up to 3 years running without feeling and Damar can only regret.

If he had not been carried away, maybe Disa would not have kept her distance so far.

Eko is right, currently Disa already has a complete family and of course he is very happy. The best thing he could do was to keep his distance and stop wishing.

Behind the high fence of the current Hardjoyo residence Damar is located. He looked at the sturdy building where most of the lights had dimmed. Maybe Disa was in one of the rooms, hugging each other with her loved ones while she was still alone outside and cold.

“Lo tau sa, although we have never sent each other a message you should know if I still love the same lo. Don't ask me until when, because I can never think of a way to end this feeling.” Inner Damar.

First love is always longer lasting in the heart whether it's a sense of happiness, a sense of disappointment or other feelings that Damar can not explain. Sometimes, it is not only love that grows in the heart of one party until the two cannot be united. There is also a breakup that neither party can accept and choose to keep for themselves.

About Damar, he just had to wait for the right time to end it all. Hope that time isn't too long.

*****