Marry The Heir
YES ME!!!

“It's done?” ask a voice that is familiar enough to Disa.

“Mas.” It was Roy who was currently standing before Disa. He invited Disa out and closed the door to his boss' room.

“Mas roy already ate?” He began to talk. Moreover, he had never seen this man eat together with his young master.

“Already, it was in cafeteria. Has the young master started working again?”

“Iya. Looks like he's very busy.”

“Ya already, let me drop off.”

“Em do not need mas roy, I want to go to mushola first, do not pray dzuhur. If you can know, where is the mosque?”

“Let me deliver, I also have not prayed.”

“Oh yes, thank you.”

Disa and Roy walk down the stairs to the 1st floor. On the first floor there is only a receptionist, a waiting room, cafeteria and mushola is beside the cafeteria.

Curiosity again tickled Disa and it seemed he could ask Roy.

“Mas roy, I want to ask, what can?”

“Please, I will answer if I can.” Roy smiled wryly making Disa smile.

“The room of a director is usually on the top floor but why is this office director room on the 2nd floor?” Disa began her search for answers to her curiosity.

“Em, it's young master's own request because he doesn't like to ride the elevator.” Roy put his voice down at the end of the sentence.

“Don't like riding the elevator?” Can repeat a piece of Roy's sentence into a question.

“Heem.” Accompanied nod. “He's a closed space trauma” so continued Roy.

Disa began to nod. “But not a danger too if the director room is below? If later there is a demo, can directly attack the director dong.” Can shudder himself imagining the content of his sentence.

“Iya, right. So here are a lot of security officers.” Roy pointed at the black-clothed and neat people standing around them.

At first glance they are not like security officers in black and white clothes that say security, such as Wahyu sir and Rahmat sir but from his stel and earphones connected to his ear, he said, Disa believes they are the ones who keep this company safe.

“Why not use the elevator that uses glass loh.” He was still curious. Like a child who has not received the answers that he can receive.

“Em, honestly the financial condition of this company is not okay. Let alone for this development, for the salary of the young master should think hard.” Roy half-whispers to avoid being heard by other employees.

His mouth was rounded without a sound, perhaps that was the reason why Kean's forehead was always wrinkled with work that seemed to never end.

“Yuk, this is musholanya.”

Roy stopped his steps in front of a room large enough to be named mushola.

“Oh yes.” He was able to stop his steps.

Put the food box, sit on the bench that is left with Roy to take off his shoes, then move to take ablution.

“Jamaah ya..” exclaimed Roy before Disa went to a place of ablution for women.

“Iya mas.” Legally.

Each began to wash his face, feeling the freshness that permeated his entire body. Wash the part of the body that should be washed and finished.

Disa took the face on the shelf and put it on. It was delicious, making Disa smell it a few times.

Roy who became a priest and Disa followed behind. Orderly prayer movements until they are finished in 4 raka’at and end greetings.

Only a moment later, Roy's phone rang and he answered immediately.

“Yes sir, I'm at mushola.” It was so sudden that he put on his shoes. “Good, I'm going upstairs soon.” Further again.

End the call and put the phone in your pocket.

“Can, I first yes.” He said in haste.

Disa nodded her head in understanding, it seems Roy has indeed been very much in wait.

He also wears his shoes while daydreaming a little. His thoughts that are sometimes too excessive make Disa think outside of normal.

He recalled Roy's words when he said that the company was not okay. It comes to his mind that to maintain a position is more difficult than to reach it, as Kean is currently experiencing.

Maybe this is what makes Kean have to work hard until Saturday week he was overtime. Departing early in the morning and coming home at night with a tired face in order to maintain the company he leads.

It was terrible, when Disa just had to think of how to fill her stomach with a halal way, he said, on the other hand his young master worked hard so that the people who worked in his place still earned his right to the sweat and loyalty they gave.

The higher the position, the more problems that must be faced and the greater the risk. Not just for a leader but for the people under him. That's what can be concluded at this time.

"Holden master, many people are hanging their lives on you." The mind of Disa which is out of nowhere the sentence is spoken.

He was just giving out his mind.

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The scorching sun, made Disa wrinkle her forehead with the right hand that she used to protect her crown. He walked to the nearest bus stop, not to wait for the bus but to wait for the taxi he would use to go home.

I don't know where the taxi drivers go, they usually mill around but this time no one has passed.

Disa sat up with a huff, looking at her pair of legs that were quite tired from walking a fair distance. He also felt his throat dry and stupid he forgot to bring his tote bag. He leaned his body and head against the bus stop, probably waiting a few minutes before he decided to take the city bus home.

“Can!” a voice blurred the focus of Disa.

Disa immediately straightened her body and from a distance was seen a motor that returned backwards and stopped in front of her.

Disa squinted her eyes trying to recognize two men who were still wearing sunglasses and helmets.

The longer it becomes clearer.

“Mull box?” his murmurs were soon approaching Damar and Eko.

“Lo what is here?” asked Damar while taking off his sunglasses. He noticed the appearance of Disa and the food box in his hand.

“Against taxi kak. Where are you going?”

“Nih nganter eko buy auto parts.” Followed his friend who was sitting on the sidewalk.

“Hay sa,. add saucy anyway. Want me to go wait for the cab? Ato want me to anter home?” bargain Eko with a seductive smile, watching Disa closely.

Damar's elbow is a gift for his prank behavior.

“Awwhh!! Sick bro! Basic lo brother cousin evil.” Eko protest complaining of pain.

But it seems like Damar doesn't care. “You want me to take a taxi online?” with an anxious face.

“Gag try, most briefly there is also a passing. You guys just continue the journey if there is still business.”

Damar got off his bike and pushed Eko to slightly back off. He took out something from inside the backpack he was wearing to cover his chest. His habits did not change, using a backpack in front of his chest, to protect his body from catching a cold. It's been Damar's habit since Junior High.

“Pake cap, really hot.” He said, while wearing a hat on the head of Disa.

Disa looked dumbfounded at Damar's sudden attitude. Since when is Damongnya Back?

“Cieeee,, EKHEM!!!” tego Eko who made Disa and Damar realized from looking at each other for a few seconds.

“DISA!!!”

“YA ME!!”

Huh, who is that?

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POV Kean:

A phone call came to my phone from one of the investors from Singapore. I answered him immediately and they asked to meet. I immediately contacted Roy, who was already 5 minutes late from the time he should have arrived in my room.

In mushola he said, since when is he diligent in praying? Thought.

No, rather, when was the last time I prayed? Holding a flat object in my hand, I still thought about it.

It didn't take long for Roy to get to my room. He came in with a breath of breath, probably running and climbing the stairs from the 1st floor.

“Ya sir, can I help you?” he was still trying to catch his breath.

“Prepare for a meeting with investors from singapore this afternoon. We left early so we could get everything ready. Bring the cooperation file that we will update.” I immediately gave him the order because we had not much time.

“Good sir.” Sahutan is sure that I received as usual.

“You have a consideration of where to meet us with them?”

“Raffles hotel.”

“Good sir.”

As usual Roy worked quickly, he opened his laptop, found a comfortable place and informed my investor's assistant about where we would meet

“Are you ready sir?”

He had brought his briefcase complete with a laptop and some files.

“Hem.” I immediately put on my suit, picked up the phone and gave him a file he still had to carry.

We left the company at a fast pace. As usual Roy besides he was my assistant, he was also my driver now, that was after a long debate with Papah and Marwan.

HUH!! The driver's problem should be those who manage when I'm not a child. I still remember my frustration at that time.

The car was traveling at a speed that was out of the company. I started to get preoccupied with the ipad in my hand which became the next important thing after the phone.

Not long ago, Roy suddenly stepped on the brake to make my ipad almost fall.

“What's up?!” my voice was a little loud in annoyance he stepped on the brakes all of a sudden.

“Anu sir, it's here at disturbing who huh?” he looks at the left lane.

“Priending first, you want us to die hit by another vehicle?!”

“Sorry sir.”

Roy drove the car a little forward, then stopped. I lowered my window and I saw that 2 men were talking to the waiter.

But, what do I care, why should I think about it?

Roy went down first, it seemed like he was showing his heroic soul with a puffed up chest.

Argha! Waste of time, grunt me.

I just watched from inside the car. Roy walks over to them, come on Roy you're not his brother or his guardian until you have to interfere.

But if I notice, one of the men starts getting off the bike. Approaching my servant and touching both shoulders. Damn, the woman just fell silent, why is she so stupid even sculpting like a manequeen.

Maybe he was hypnotized?

Wait, I have to get down. This is quite dangerous, considering he is also still my subordinate.

I immediately got out of the car and slammed the door violently. The man took something out of his bag, not a sharp weapon or anything like that.

“DISA!!!” I shouted out loud.

“YA ME!!”

Listen, he answered my call while looking over. I have to admit his reflexes are very good.

And look, it looks like he's starting to wake up from the influence of hypnosis.

Then the thing that was taken out, that,

HUH, hat?

Shit, I thought it was a sharp gun or a gun but it was actually just a hat that was then put on by the man in front of him.

I approached, walked up to him and looked at his innocent-looking face gawking.

“Young master?” he said, taking off the hat worn by the man.

Why did Roy stop his steps, making me feel like the main character in this incident.

“What are you doing?” I had to ask.

“Sa-I was waiting for a taxi.” I stammered.

Why does he have to stutter every time I ask? And why does he always show his cengo face and make me anxious myself?

Huh, squashy?

I glanced at the man in front of Disa who looked at me with dislike.

“Oh, introduce sir, this is my cousin sister.” He quickly introduced the man. It seemed like he wanted to clarify their relationship immediately. For what, I don't care.

The man in front of Disa extended his hand. I stared at him for a moment, though lazy we kept shaking hands briefly.

“If you haven't got a taxi yet, get in the car now.” My orders.

“Ta-but sir,.” hear him stutter again. But he didn't continue his sentence and if I were lyric, it looks like Roy was giving him a code.

“Good sir, thank you for the kindness of mr.” He changed his sentence. I'm sure he didn't mean to say that.

I did not reply, I immediately turned around and headed back towards the car. I swear, the Jakarta sun is too hot to sting my head.

“Kak, I go first yes. Brother eko, see you. Greetings to aunt meri with mother brother eko.”

I faintly heard her voice and it seemed true that the man who looked at me dislikefully was her cousin's brother.

“Hem, be careful on the road.” So thin that man.

“DISA!” again I screamed.

“YA ME!!” and again, he answered quickly and loudly, making me smile a little.

“Bye!” he waved his hand at the two men.

I could still see him from the left rearview mirror as he half ran towards the car after Roy, who was running behind him, opened the door for him and let him sit next to him.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sir.” That's how he said when he came in and looked at me who was sitting behind Roy.

I don't know, it's more important for me to continue my work.

Roy started driving a car at a speed that was splitting the streets of the capital which was often densely crawling and making my head throbbing dizzy.

I who was focused on my work, suddenly distracted when hearing whispers of Disa and Roy.

“Mas roy, where are you going? Did we pass the young master's house?” that's the question he whispered to Roy.

Don't be stupid, I still hear it. And seeing those who whisper to each other, it makes my earlobe more tapered alert and open.

Wait, since when are they familiar?

“We took the road to town house kok.” Whisperer Roy who was taken by Disa. He even smiled.

“Later I get off at the ojek base near there only, so easy yes mas. Sorry to trouble.”

“EHM!” I cleared my throat loudly and the two immediately distanced each other's bodies without daring to look at me. But still Roy nodded in agreement with Disa's request.

Hah, my concentration broke up the road.

“DISA!”

“YA ME!”  he sat down ready.

“Later tonight I want to eat pasta and prepare bath water.”

I repeated my orders an hour ago. Actually I don't need to repeat that sentence, it's just that I don't like to see them come closer and whisper.

“Good sir.” Nodding in earnest.

In front, Roy stopped the car. “Udah nyampe sa,” hear they are getting familiar.

“Please mas roy.” His whisper smiled.

Roy nodded then gave a code to turn my head and I pretended not to care about wiping my forehead, indifferently. Why should I be like this?

“Young master, thanks for the ride. I went down first. Happy working again. Spirit!!!” Again, a sentence according to the KBBBI he uttered.

Wait, what was that end? See, she also smiled and clenched her hands gave me some spirit. What do you try to mean?

“Hem,” I answered it like that. And my answer like that was enough to please her.

He opened the car door and got down. After closing the door, he nodded politely and only resumed his steps after our car started to go.

Hah, there's-there's just.

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