Marry The Heir
I've been married

A classic-style cafe is Kean and Reza's choice for dinner. After exercising, they again have to fill their stomachs that began to rumble because the energy drained out, turning into sweat and air vapor.

Some food menus have been chosen by both, typical European foods that they enjoy today.

“Lo choose more noodles, more noodles. Replace others.” Reza protested when he saw his best friend so enjoy a plate of carbonara spaghetti that he was wrapped around the fork he was wearing.

Noodles and pasta are indeed Kean's favorite food even though there are still many other foods that are more delicious and nutritious.

“Old time I gag eating noodles, since my noodles in umpetin same waitress at home.” Give Kean what is true.

“Well, how can lo noodles in umpetin?” Reza was curious. There is always an interesting story between his best friend and the servant.

Flicked his shoulders indifferently and put his paste back in the mouth that he had been responsible for rolling.

“Say let my stomach disease gag relapse.” Kean replied as the paste entered his mouth.

Reza chuckles to herself hearing her best friend's answer. Slowly, a lot of things changed from her best friend. The conversation becomes longer and begins to be able to talk and joke.

Although actually Kean does not mean to joke, it's just that his cold, indifferent and haughty appearance in the original sentence mix actually sometimes makes Reza want to laugh.

“Lo seriously waitress age 20?” Reza recalled his best friend's story this afternoon.

“Hem. She is also a girl who makes my body smell good.”

“Hah? Lo oath?!” Reza was even more surprised until he unconsciously kicked the table in front of him.

Nodding and swallowing the paste quickly. “Lo tau, his son is very different at the time of my ngomelin the other day. Now more calm, pendiem, speaking like an Indonesian teacher or a kind of customer service. Very set jir. Sometimes I get confused reading it because of the length.” Kean. One more mouthful of pasta went into his mouth and ludes already.

Added kiwi extract drink that increasingly filling his stomach. It is true, after exercise the appetite becomes greater.

“Keep lo awkward dong, chat with him?”

“No! I just relax. He also said that he missed the incident the other day. And you know, he's really into riding a bike. Bayangin aja, from the house bokap to my house back and forth riding a bicycle. Gag gede how to try calves.” Kean Back recalled Disa's firm footsteps while walking. Far from rich graceful.

“Hahahaha. lo half to watch his calves. Udah leads sensual tuh.” Temptation Reza who could not hold back his laughter.

“Lah not menhatiin, let's look at.” Still give up.

Dinner this time was exciting with an endless Kean story.

“What I said, it's been a collision like that usually even more often meet, like each other and, like,…. Lastly, you must pay attention to the neatness and strength of the bed lo.” Reza raised his eyebrows at Kean.

“Most watch lo dramas, so your mind digresses. Must hunt nyari chick, let your naughty desires channeled. Don't take anyone thinking if we couple again.”

Reza chuckled amusedly at the words of his best friend.

At High School, they were both considered gay. Often the road together, both handsome, equally neat and clean, it is certain that many women think that they are like the same because they have never been seen holding a woman, especially Kean.

“Yes, tar me nyari chick. Lo also nyari lah girl, tar in think I'm the one who left lo.”

“Basi lo!”

“Basi if you like the same girl, same I.”

“Since when are our tastes the same?” Kean scrunched his forehead.

“Hahahaha. Gag once had the same taste in girls. Different references are the same different taste. I immediately action, if you wait in the hunt. Strange me, how can there be a passive guy like lo.”

“Gue gag interest.” It was always Kean's answer.

As long as Reza knew Kean, Kean never introduced a woman as a girlfriend. They were only ever close but then never culminated into something sweet. He only knew Kean's taste for women from women who claimed to be close to him. It also only lasted a few months.

Once upon a time Reza seemed to be eye-catching, seeing someone behind Kean walking into the cafe.

“Why lo?”

Kean turned his head and saw a well-dressed woman with unraveled hair walking over.

“Akh, female again.” Snorted Kean who threw away his gaze indifferently.

Always their togetherness is interrupted by the presence of women who attract the view of Reza.

“Temen I bro on campus, equally lecturer.” Light Reza who started to stand up was about to say hello.

“Bu ellen yes?” reza asked later, when the woman was already in front of him.

“Iya?” The beautiful woman seemed to be trying to remember.

“Reza, art faculty lecturer.” Reza reminded me again.

“Oh yes.” Nodding faintly, it seemed as if he was beginning to remember.

“You can join me here? Count-count as a substitute for dinner yesterday, which mother can not come.” bargain Reza with friendly.

“Oh no, I take away. There are waiting at home, I’ve been married.” Shows his right hand where a ring is circular on his ring finger.

“Oh is not what I mean. I invite you as a friend.” Reza looks misbehaved, because it turns out Ellen is too serious.

Their conversation made Reza seem to be approaching a beautiful woman in front of him.

“I'm not that quick to be friends with someone. Excuse me.” Tandas Ellen later. It turns out that in addition to what it is, Ellen is also a strict woman.

“Oh, yes please.” Reza could only budge, letting Ellen pass by and go to order food.

Reza was still looking at Ellen who passed to the cashier table to order the food menu. His facial expression was light, but it turned out to be quite difficult to guess. As a result, Reza sat back down with an erratic feeling.

“Pppffftttt..” Kean could not help but laugh when he saw Reza's grim face turning.

“Sialan lo ngetawain I.” Grunts Reza once and then gulps a drink in front of him until it is barren. He even forgot the straw he was wearing.

“Wow, a Mahreza adji in reject bro. ‘ I’ve been married ‘, hahaha.” Kean demonstrated what Ellen did to Reza earlier.

“Whispering lo!” throwing his straw at Kean but did not make Reza turn his eyes away from the woman who is now tying her hair high.

“Perhaps the melody line and sweet word lo only apply to the adek-aduk gemes, not a mature woman kayak him.” Kean turned his head for a moment and looked back at Reza.

His intentions were entertaining but it didn't seem to work.

“Not all women like familiarity with the opposite sex. Maybe they are the type who easily carried away feelings so have to install a high cliff to hold back his feelings.” Kean said with his serious face made Reza turn his face and turn to pay attention to his best friend who was playing drinks in front of him.

“Kayak knows aja lo!” raised his hand at a waitress who then approached.

Kean was silent to Reza's words. To be honest he did not know anything about women, just repeating a phrase from a book.

“There can be helped kak?”

“We're done, ask for the bill.”

“Good, wait a minute.” The female servant passed after showing her smile.

“Why lo?”

Reza watched the waiter who had approached them.

“Why do they have to use such a kayak apron? Kan norak.” Kean's protest was unclear.

“Aaan anyway? Really random. Lo inget same server gemes lo ya?” Reza looked at Kean with a line of smiles. The one in the face only looked at once and then sipped his drink for him to spend.

“Gue wait in front.” He said as he moved and passed away.

“Hem, seagrass there waitresses gemes lo. Watch you later like again.” Reza Ledek.

Kean does not stop, he chooses to go to his car and wait for Reza to finish his business.

*****

The car began to slowly advance, when it almost arrived at his house. Revelation seemed to nod and then opened the gate for Kean.

“Goodnight sir.” He asked as Kean lowered his car door glass.

“Night.” Tumben he answered the greeting of the security officer. Usually he is not listening as if he is not listening.

Drive the car straight to the garage, then step on the brakes when the position of the car is right in position. The garage door he closed by pressing a button near the electric switch that automatically turns on when there is movement in the garage.

Get down from his car, at a glance he again saw the paint of his car that is still peeling. He has not fixed it, waiting for his best friend to come home from abroad.

Out of the garage, he passed a side door that led him straight into the living room. The lights were brightly lit, as he had liked all along.

His body felt so tired, Kean dropped his body on the sofa, lay down and took a pillow for him to hug. Then he turned on a television that was showing the hunt for African leopards.

Unintentionally, he smelled the fragrance from the pillow he was holding. He only realized that this pillow has a fragrant aroma, different from some time ago. There was only dust flying as this pillow he patted. Maybe Disa has changed her pillowcase.

His eyes looked up at the ceiling of the room. The lamp that hangs with white light then the glass window at the top that shows a little picture of the night sky.

Wait, this top glass is not as clean as the bottom glass. Maybe Disa with her tiny body can not reach the height of the upper window.

“Ting!” a message notification went into his phone, breaking Kean's daydream.

“She doesn't want to eat, maybe, she missed you sir. (He doesn't want to eat, it seems he misses you sir.)”

That was the message Kean received. For a long time he did not contact women who live in America and he was forced to leave. Had it not been for Sigit's threat, Kean might not have come home and left the woman.

And if Sigit hadn't banned it, Kean might have brought this woman home with him.

This is what makes Kean even more angry at his father.

Encyclopedia impressions are not as interesting as usual. Power television turned off and Kean moved to the refrigerator that stored his favorite cold water. He sipped it a few times, to quench the thirst he felt.

Glance at the dining table beside him. Under the hood, there was no food. Looks like Disa didn't come here, according to her orders. Good, he's quite compliant.

Walk one by one the stairs to his room, then open the door and put his gym bag in one corner. He had to take a shower to restore his mood.

She took off one by one her clothes, then went into the bathroom without a thread and began flushing her body with water coming out of the shower on top of her head.

“Aw shit!” grunt when he felt the bath water was very cold. He forgot to turn on the heater.

Just a few moments he spent taking a bath, then grabbed a towel and dried his body before getting dressed to sleep. T-shirts and boxer pants, that's enough for Kean.

Feeling his body was refreshed, Kean threw his body on the bed. But the lobe of his nose buds when he feels the smell of pillowcases that are not fresh. He also sniffed the smell of bed linen and bolsters, and,

“Huwek! Smell of gini anyway!” grunts him once and then throws a roll that he used to hug.

The smell is in stark contrast to the fragrant aroma in the newly washed t-shirts and in the irons of Disa. Maybe this is what makes him realize that the bolsters, pillows and sheets are no longer fragrant.

He turned to Walk in closet, looking for a new set of bed linen and was lucky to put it in an easy place to find. It seems like this girl can read the psychological or instinct-seeking type of person like Kean. Easily upset, do not like complicated and impatient.

The taste is delicious, although not the same as the clothes he wears.

Switch to his room and start changing the bed linen. Pull it around every corner until it is neatly stretched. Not to forget he changed his pillowcase and bolster.

Dirty bed linen he brought to a special basket that was placed Disa along with a sports shirt from inside his bag.

“Hah, comfortable...” she revealed as she lay on her back on her bed.

Taking a deep breath and a fragrant aroma began to enter his nose, making his mind more relaxed. Slowly his eyes began to surround looking around his room which was still quite messy. Somehow he began to feel uncomfortable with all the irregularities in his room.

Very much different when he saw everything neat, his brain could think of many things, but when he saw everything as chaotic, his head also pulsed dizzy. Maybe he needs help.

The choice was taken Kean, he rolled up his blanket, brought a pillow and bolster and his cell phone, then went down to the first floor.

The living room sofa is her choice. He put it all there, then headed to the kitchen looking for something to eat.

A little regretful because he forbade Disa to come, proof after bathing and making her bed he felt hungry.

Checking the instant noodle storage, but empty. Checking the space next to him and lucky there are wheat biscuits and some other snacks that seemed to be prepared Disa. Some are salty and some are sweet.

Kean smiled widely, it seemed as if Kinar was sending the right person to serve him. Errata, take care of. Kean preferred that word over the previous one.

Return to his couch with some food to prop up his stomach. While watching the tennis match, he enjoyed his snacks. And in a few moments, drowsiness came until he finally fell asleep. Fix, this place is more comfortable than her messy room.

*****