Marry The Heir
Monklike

Attempts to induce eating failed miserably. Can only shake his head when his three friends ask, “Where?”

“What I said, young lady is hard to persuade. But justin aja anyway, maybe if hungry also he went down by himself right?” Nina was still in her frustration.

He still remembers when Shafira yelled and scolded him from the room last night, when he persuaded Shafira to eat.

“Maybe young lady needs time and we should indeed let her alone first.” He sat his body in one of the chairs.

His feelings were carried away during the conversation in the room earlier. And maybe this is what makes him suddenly feel weak and sad.

“Iya I also cape bujukin. Mending nyiram flowers deh.” Tina who first passed from her place and went to the back garden, followed by Wita and Nina.

He put his head on the table. His wistful gaze was also fixed on the footsteps of Nina who went to her room that was getting further and further and disappeared behind the door.

He was alone, thinking of his own words. Whether right or wrong, whether understood or not, he clearly just expressed his feelings.

Slowly the shadow of a loved one who went first, depicted in the eye pelubuk Disa. Only the father could be missed and he vaguely imagined his face. While the mother, she even only knew apparently from the painting of the father.

Yes, Disa and her father both love to paint. Maybe that's what brought them so close. From childhood, Disa was introduced to the image and color of oil paint and watercolor, so that everything was very familiar.

“Can,..” a voice resuscitated Disa and managed to make her jerk in place.

Kinar is the owner of the soft but firm voice.

“I-iya bu?” Disa immediately straightened her body and stood face to face with Kinar. He tidied up the strands of a child's hair on his forehead which Kinar disliked, because it was not neat.

“Bring your shopping bag, we go buy some goods.” His orders are always firm.

“Good bu.” Without needing to ask where, Disa nodded quickly and then took the shopping bag in the closet. Kinar only watched until Disa put on her shoes and said, “I'm ready bu.” Next later.

With an eye gesture, Kinar asked Disa to follow him. They walked to the front yard.

A car was parked in front of the house complete with a man who bowed politely when he saw the arrival of Kinar and Disa. Apparently this was a new driver, as his clothes were the same as the big master's confidant driver but his face looked a little unfamiliar.

“Please bu kinar.” The driver even treated Kinar politely.

He opened the door for the following Kinar Disa. It doesn't seem wrong that Kinar has an important role in this wealthy family. In addition to its authoritative nature, it is also like the key to life in this house. Without the Kinar set up, the state of this house would be even more chaotic.

The driver named Daan started driving his car across the street. Get out of the luxury housing and turn to the highway, mingle with other vehicles. It seemed like he already knew the place they were going.

Disa sat nervously beside Kinar. Along the way, there was no talk between them, only the sound of breaths coming out of each other. It was so quiet that Disa could hear her own heartbeat.

*****

Sunday belongs to Kean planned to be spent at the boxing gym owned by Nasep, his best friend. He left with Reza using his sports car.

As usual Kean drove his car at high speed, overtaking one by one the car in front of him who was waiting in line to the destination.

“Cat not yet lo benerin?” Reza started a conversation between them.

From his seat, he could see the peeling paint was still not repaired.

“Belom, wait for me to come back from Australia.”

“Ah already, to another temen lo workshop can be times.”

“Gue gag trust.” Kean's short words.

Reza just clucked. Like his best friend, he will only give his favorite things to people he trust, whatever it is.

“Where is the event last night?” change Kean who asked about Reza's Sunday night event.

“Yes be it, typical chat of the fathers the same mothers. Chat household issues, children, child marriage plans and all typical chats of parents.” Reza recalls the incident he passed last night.

“Lo so goat conge dong?!” Kean chuckled cynically with his satisfaction.

“Yes, I'm the only one. How about it again. I am also an object. In asked when married, what lonely gag lives alone at home, the same other trivial things. I'm feeling again in court aja.” Reza complained while scrambling his hair rough considering the heavy questions for mature singles like himself.

"They think they're the only ones who think about my life, I think more and more mumbling" he added which made Kean again chuckle.

The story is the same as Reza, in asked when to marry it feels more often than in asked what news.

“Yes anyways, Casanova kayak lo, very old single tumben. Gag gatel's hand gag grepe-grepe girl guy?” ledek Kean laughed again.

Reza looked at his own hand. He has not held the hand of a girl he calls his girlfriend for a long time.

“Gue gag ever grepe chick if she gag give code first. It happened that way too, instinctively bro. And I'm not a jerk who lowers a girl through such touches. It's just a form of feeling. Ah lo gag will understand I obviously like how too.” grunts Reza lazily.

Kean only nodded but still his lips curled a smile. He seemed to be in doubt about what his best friend said.

“Handlo himself how are you? No lucky chick has clasped the sacred hand lo?” Reza reply softened.

Change Kean who looked at his own hand that was holding the steering wheel.

“Not belom there, but gag will never exist.” Kean said with certainty.

“Why did the gag become a monk, go to the east of the yellow book?!”

“Sialan lo fatkai!” sahut Kean quickly.

But both of them just laughed. This kind of conversation will only be a laughing stock for Kean and Reza, never going to the heart.

Without feeling they have arrived at Nasep's gym. The wife who works as a yoga instructor while Nasep who works as a heavy sports instructor, one of them is boxing.

They have a relaxed attitude, not only to Reza but to Kean who is always upset when he is led as a young master.

It was in this place that Kean could be himself, completely.

“Hay handsome,.” greet a woman on Kean and Reza.

Women in tight clothes typical of yoga outfit that accentuate every curve of his body. It disturbs the focus of the men.

Only Reza replied with a faint smile while taking off his sunglasses, while Kean looked away, looking for Nasep at the other door. He's not very interested.

“Woy bro!” welcome Nasep when he sees the arrival of Kean who followed Reza.

“Bang!” Kean returned the familiar embrace of his friend as well as his boxing instructor.

“Add aja lo sakep! But it's a little bit full huh?!” Nasep noticed Kean's body which seemed to be more contained.

“Gimana gag contains, which ngurusinnya expert. Eat three times a day, complete with other satisfying services.” Reza who chimed while alternately embracing Nasep.

“Whispering lo!” grunting annoyed but still smacking a smile.

“Wih, have you married lo? I'm not saying it anyway?” Nasep is increasingly curious about the latest news from his students.

“Ngaco nih son, I have not married bang.” Kean tried to clarify.

“Lo know bang, if a young master can only be married the same class but lucky he can choose who wants to be his concubine and lady. Kayak now, full service but dear granny.”

Reza is always satisfied when the business of mocking his best friend.

“Hahahaha... That means you are old?” Nasep needs affirmation.

Kean just shook his head and went into the dressing room. “Not grannies, but children boy.” It was from inside the dressing room. Take off his shirt and just use a sports boxer.

“Lah, yesterday you said he was 50 years old, old boy mean lo?” Reza was curious, so was Nasep.

Get out of the dressing room and show his casual face. “Mistype him, should be 20 years.”

“Wah? Have you met?”

Reza and Nasep both approached Kean with curious faces. Just this time Kean wants to talk about the opposite sex.

Let's just say he was forced, but at least he didn't shy away or deny.

Only a light nod was received by the two.

“Cakep gag?” Reza was still curious, his eyes were round waiting for an answer.

Kean did not reply, preferring to go up in the ring and jump around a little warm up.

“Heh, answer lo!” Nasep was curious and approached.

They both stand on the edge of the ring while holding the rope that becomes the ring barrier.

“Gag, normal!” sahut Kean who began to raise his fist to samsak.

“Jawab is like doang, long time ago.” Nasep is upset.

“Gag do not be disappointed lo bang, gag ever there was a girl who he said cute. His eyes are myopic.” Timpal Reza is in the ring.

“Euuhhh tetep yes male, if you have a chat with a female again, a female again.” Dewi, Nasep's wife came with her two twins.

“Hahaha.. Especially mba, for the sake of continuing the descendants of adam and Eve, right?” timpal Reza was relaxed. The goddess only chuckled at Reza's reply. “Hey twins, how are you guys? Not yet today?” he continued to greet the twin sons of Nasep.

“Belom. Ask for money there same om-nya.” The goddess encouraged her two children to approach Reza.

“Om again boke. Ask me to be Kean. It's handsome, a lot more money.” Timpal Reza leaning his body against the ring.

“Om kean, for money. Want to snack.” The twins' voices sounded at the same time.

“Okey, wait there ya.” Kean pointed to have the children stay in place and not get close.

“Lo whatever, still allergic to the same boy.” Nasep looks upset because Kean has not changed.

Engaging with a child has always been an aversion to Kean.

“Tau nih, you will also have a child times boss.” The Goddess with ease.

He was already very used to Kean's anti-kids attitude. In the past, maybe he was upset but now it is not strange to see Kean's attitude like this.

“Nih. For two yes.” Instead of serving Nasep and Dewi, Kean prefers to give his money from afar.

“Say thanks, gag need salim.” The voice of the Goddess reminded.

“Still om.” The twins' voices are heard again.

“Hem,.” is just that Kean said who is back to being engrossed with his game.

They started the game in the ring. Nasep the coach started wearing punch mitt in both hands. Kean who punches and Nasep who survives offset Kean's game.

"Lack of kenceng, kayak lo girl." exclaimed Nasep burning the spirit of Kean.

"DUST!!" punch after punch while serving Kean towards Nasep. Nasep kept him in check and kept up with Kean.

"Yes good!" the thrill when the blow from Kean's hand felt stronger.

While Reza was still on the other side, engrossed in beating the hanging samsak while waiting for his turn to smash his fist at the coach.

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