Marry The Heir
Thinking of the same woman

The tiredness of the day, ended when Kean had reached his home. When he opened the door, everything was quiet, there was no sign of Disa in his house. The lights were on and the room was as neat as ever.

Can sigh of relief while loosening the tie because the atmosphere of a neat house turned out to give the effect of calmness to Kean after a day struggling with work like no end.

He walked to the sofa, put his briefcase there and sat leaning back, feeling tired in his body. Since morning until now the power is still left a lot because all the work feels to run smoothly.

He looked around his house and looked at his reflection on the side glass. Light garden lights that turn dim, as if helping to reflect itself becomes clearer. He smiled at himself, who he thought had worked hard.

“Kriukkk..”

The noise of his intestines sounded so loud. He did not have dinner because he chose to eat dinner at home, enjoying the side dishes cooked by Disa. Morning, day and night he enjoyed the dishes made by Disa. His sense of taste is too used to enjoying the taste that he thinks fits in his mouth and in his stomach.

He took off his shoes and walked towards the dining table and opened the food hood that covered his meal.

The food served is enough to use saliva to drip. The diverse color of vegetables side by side with fried fish that seems crisp and delicious makes it swallow the saliva rough.

His hand was about to pluck some food but he puffed out when the sound of the house bell rang out loud. It seemed like he had to delay his desire to taste the food and open the door for the guests who had come all of a sudden.

“Woy bro!” reza exclaimed as Kean opened the door for her.

“Woy!” his mouth that replied to Reza's tos then embraced each other for a while. “Wah tumben stopped by, log in.” Kean opened the door wider to his best friend.

“Iya runs out of campus by chance. Gabut also if directly to the gallery so stop here is all you try new PS lo. Lo just came home?” pay attention to the appearance of Kean who was still wearing his work stellan.

“Ya a few minutes ago.” walked in front of Reza, brought him in.

“Wah, very neat lo home now. By the way where is your idol waiter?” his eyes looked around the house which had changed a lot.

“Re-back. Uda malem gini.” timpal Kean. He went into the kitchen and took a soft drink for his best friend.

Reza sat on the sofa of the living room, his eyes still watching the room that was beginning to feel like home. Usually messy, unkempt and uncomfortable.

“Crazy, there are flowers all.” the sparkle that then chuckles.

“He is quite slick and has a high artistic spirit.” Kean thrusts a soft drink at his best friend and sits on a small sofa next to Reza. “It looks like you're here just to squirm my house just as much as my waiter. You are curious as it?”

“Hahaha.. Yes I was a little curious about the waiter who managed to change many things in life lo.” timpal Reza, once then sipped a soft drink in his hand.

Kean only smiled faintly, he indeed had to acknowledge the truth of Reza's words.

“Gue take a shower first, lo warm up first aja.” move from its place and point PS stick that is near the wide-screen television.

“Okey!” move on to pick up the PS stick and turn on the television.

Kean went to his room, he did not want the bath water to go cold. After all, he felt that his body was already very sticky, needing to be cleaned.

The television is on. Reza leaned on his body casually. Choose the ball player he will use to defeat Kean's troops later. He started playing, warming up against the default strategy of the PS's own system.

His hands move nimble pressing the PS stick button, his lips look muttered, “Come on, come on we print the score.” his mummy and before long, “YES!” he cried when he managed to surpass the computer brain.

One round of play he had passed but Kean did not seem to have finished bathing. He chose to go to the kitchen, check the food on the dining table, because his stomach was a little hungry.

“Waw!” as he looked at the food menu on the table.

He quickly picked up a plate and spoon and filled it with rice and side dishes. He sat quietly, enjoying the familiar taste of food.

“Enak?” asked Kean who had just arrived at the last step of his house.

He looks fresh with casual clothes in the form of shirts and knee-length shorts.

“Hahahah sorry I first. Out of cooking at home lo yummy.” he said with a mouth full of food.

“Iya, the cooking is delicious. Though gag ever he cicipin.” I Kean. He also took a plate and spoon and sat facing his best friend.

“The cooking taste is fitting. I'm a little familiar with the stir-fry taste.” Reza tried to taste the broccoli in his mouth. Really familiar.

“Not all the stir-fry taste of kayak gini?” One mouthful began to enter Kean's mouth.

“Yes possible. But this is exactly the stir-fry someone made.” Reza smiled at the end of his sentence.

“Wah, meet the cooking pinter women where lo?” Kean started to get curious when he saw Reza's cheerful facial expression.

Reza smiled slightly as he recalled the figure of the girl that appeared in his mind.

“Girls known to me.” I admit.

“Nyokap lo? Tumben he knows girls with his children, usually lo who maksainnya girls with him.” Kean was made more curious about the words of his best friend.

“Yes, that's strange.” put his spoon for a moment then sip the water on his right side. “Usahanya very persistent to deketin me the same girl. But it's my turn to ask why he likes the girl he even told me to find out for myself why. Weird right?” coined.

“Continue knowing the ales?”

Flicked his shoulders indifferently. “Classical, she's a good girl and her cooking is good.” she admits. Reza smiled faintly at the end of his sentence. The shadow of Disa seemed to appear in his mind.

The same thing Kean felt. There is a shadow of Disa that comes along when Reza mentions these two traits. “Unfortunately, good and delicious cuisine gag can be a guarantee we are calm facing the future. It needs someone who is by our side when we are at the bottom, do not go for any reason and can make us calm face the days because he knows he will always be beside us.” he said lightly.

Reza looked over at her dreamy-looking best friend. I don't know which girl came to his mind. And since when does a Kean have a shadow about a girl

Kean just sniffed his shoulders. His daydream ended when he looked at Reza and smiled. He continued his dinner with raven. Either he would meet a girl like that or not.

"Inget bro, nobody perpect. He may meet one of your standards, but other standards may not. Because we gag can make a perfect dance, we only dance to perfect us." Reza later said.

"Wiihhh after meeting a lot of girls apparently your perspective changed huh bro?" ledek Kean on the casanova. Reza just chuckled. "Sometimes among the many girls who are the same you, you do not find a girl who can perfect life as you said earlier?"

"Haha... I don't know either. Maybe because I don't know what kind of girl can perfect me."

"Deeh casanova, casanova. I've been holding a lot of girls are still not yet the right fit" muttered Kean who can still be heard by Reza.

Reza just chuckles at the babbling of his best friend.

*****

Disa was still with her work in the linen room, accompanying her, sorting out the clothes and putting them in the basket. It's been quite a night and he still hasn't finished his work.

After returning from Kean's house, he immediately continued his work that piled up. Although the laundry will not chase him anywhere but still he has a responsibility to complete his work.

“Mba here, if there is a biotechnology task about make what ya?” shafira asked who was sitting on her back to her. He was doing his homework as a student.

Every time there was homework, Shafira was definitely looking for Disa and asked her to accompany her. Or as it is today, they accompany each other to do their own work.

“Em, what's the choice?” Back to asking.

“There. Depends on the field it takes. Mba there used to be a gini task gak?” Shafira furrowed her brows looking thoughtful.

“There. I used to make bread because it was the easiest. But yes, it is also because it was partly helped by my aunt.” I admitted while remembering the days of SMA a few years ago.

“What can?” Shafira retreated her seat to sit opposite Shafira. He looks very curious.

“Can. Biotechnological emphasis in yeast. Fermentation process.” bright Can be short.

“Okey, I tried to find.” Shafira quickly opens her phone and searches for the truth that Disa has said.

Can smile thinly, school children are now very easy, need this it's just googling. If his time used to still rely on books in the library. Or maybe because Shafira's school is international, so that the development of the digital world is faster than where he went to school first.

“Wah bener, it turns out to be.” exclaimed Shafira with passion. “Mba here is the best. Serba tau.” praise without hesitation.

Disa smiled again to see Shafira who pointed her two thumbs at Disa.

“I used to get a group job. Non fira assigned each?” Disa begins to be curious about Shafira's efforts alone.

Shafira let out a long sigh and exhaled in annoyance. Put the book on the thigh.

“Group, but my group friends are all brats. Cannot be invited to cooperate.” he complained.

“Kok can be a group with brats?” change the curious Disa. Shafira is usually selective in choosing friends.

“I quit my group before, make ngehindarin malvin.” I got bowed lethargic. “I'm tired of mba at kayak gini. Trying to avoid malvin but I was also curious about what he was doing.” he continued with a nanar gaze.

“Why should be avoided?”

“Yes because,” Shafira staring Disa page. He tried to string the sentence in his head. “I also do not know.” again he bowed lethargic. His face was bent with fingers twisting each other. It was as if there was a heavy burden in his heart.

Still watching Shafira who looks upset. She has never had a boyfriend or someone she wants to have. His experience is still nil about love especially when he was a teenager. It does not go through that phase. Circumstances make him go through several stages of his life until he must be more mature and wise to choose which is more important for his future.

With that nil experience, Disa tried to argue. Hopefully there are good things that can be taken young lady.

“In my opinion, although malvin may make non-fira disappointed, but not malvin that really makes non-fira disappointed. It's just the circumstances. In addition, even though non-fira does not become his special friend, there is no harm in staying friends like non-fira friends with others.” the sentence Disa sounds longer and makes Shafira speechless, trying to digest.

“Can I?” shafira's gaze now turned to Disa who had finished tidying up the clothes and putting them in a basket.

He turned to face Shafira who was looking at him with a pus.

“Can, because non fira girl is kind and sincere. I am sure everyone can feel the sincerity of non fira.” said Disa confidently. He stared fixedly at Shafira as if to convince his young lady that he was capable.

Shafira smiled faintly. Seen her lips that curl a smile. “I tried, “ later.

Isa smiled while nodding. He believes Shafira can get through the problem this time.

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