Marry The Heir
What's he feeling?

Sitting on Kean's bed with the young master waiting for him. He helps Kean take off his shirt, then his inner shirt and a bandage covers Kean's wounds. Disa rubbed it slowly like she was lamenting her regret over the wounds on Kean's body. On the other side of his back, he saw burns and long-striped wounds like lashes. Can only grimace when imagining so many scars on the back of the field.

Another feeling Kean felt. The hair bristles, when the handkerchief of Disa felt so soft caressing her skin. It was like there was a swish surfing on the surface of his skin.

“What is so sick sir?” tanyanya raau's. He looked at Kean's back and felt his pain.

“No. I am not okay, but I do not feel uncomfortable.” Acutely.

There was a sigh of relief from the mouth of Disa. “Then another wound, is this because of that incident?” He rubbed Kean's wounds slowly, as if he was imagining the pain Kean was feeling at the time.

“Hem. The wound was already dry and left only that ugly mark. But the moment, still very felt and often make me afraid.” I am weakly.

Kean turned his head to Disa who was behind him, making the sight of the two meeting as Disa looked at him.

“You know, my childhood was sad and scary in.” His breath was stingy, like there was something he still held and made it tight.

The look on Disa's face went along wryly, reflected in his mind what the past was like Kean passed through. “I know, therefore you are currently very strong.” Perfect with a smile.

Kean only fell silent with a facial expression that looked calmer. In silence they stared for quite a while, like there was a push that made the two get closer until Disa could feel the breath of Kean blowing on his face.

His heart was pounding very fast, as the distance of the two grew thinner. With a reflex to pout her lips, and squeezing Kean's bedsheet, she tried to quell the unusual feeling that had arisen in her chest.

In a few moments Kean joined his lips and took his eyes off Disa with a rough sigh.

Being embarrassed, what just barely happened and shouldn't have happened? Adjacent to this close distance made his feelings uncharacteristic.

“Sa-I will clean your wound sir.” Said Disa with stammering.

“Hem.” Kean's bowed heart was lethargic, trying to regulate the rhythm of his breath and his hunting heart.

What the hell just happened? He felt so close to Disa that he could barely control himself. Disa's eyes were soothing, it almost made her interested and drowned in a moment that felt like a romance.

His heart was racing with blood flowing so fast.

Huft, what really happened?

“Am I too strong to suppress it sir?” dissa's voice ripped Kean's daydream. He only realized that Disa had begun to clean the wound that was not even felt.

“No.” Legally.

“What might be too slow sir?”

“No.” Again he answered it briefly.

“I give a little wound medicine yes sir, it may feel sore.”

“Hem.”

Like there was an ant bite in his wound when Disa gave the wound medicine. This time he realized he was hurt.

“It's done sir.” Said Disa when finished pairing the bandage.

He re-wears the t-shirt in and Kean's shirt and tidies his wound care set.

“Drink first the cure.” Put three pills of medicine and a glass of water on Kean.

Hap! One gulp, the medicine managed Kean to swallow.

“I will go downstairs, is there anything else you need?”

“No. I'll rest.” Quickly follow.

“Good.”

Disa got out of her place and nodded her head. His steps seemed to quickly leave Kean's room. After the door closed, Kean just turned his head and Disa was no longer there. A rough sigh sounded. Whether it's a disappointment or a relief. He still remembers when he was almost dissolved in his feelings that he had difficulty controlling. Luckily he was still fully conscious, aware that perhaps Disa did not feel the same way as he did.

Hah, did Kean feel what? Does anyone know?

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The night was late enough but Disa could not close her eyes. He flipped through his body, tilted left and right, looking for a comfortable position. His movements halted as he slept on his back and looked at the ceiling of the guest room he occupied. For the second time he stayed in this room but it still did not feel comfortable.

Can raise the blanket to the limit of the chin and then bite it slowly. His memories returned to spin as he was inside Kean's room. For the first time he felt sultry and not because he was in a room that was always cold.

Closing his eyes tightly as the shadow of Kean's face that was so close to his eye pelup. His dense netra seemed to lock the movement of his eyeballs and flow feelings that could not be explained.

“Astagfirullahaladzim.” he rubbed his face and opened his eyes so that the shadow of Kean immediately went from his mind.

His hair bristled back when he remembered the gentle breath of Kean's breath that hit his face and made him shudder.

“Lupain disa, lupain.” muttered as he hit his own head. Of the many moments that he passed with Kean, somehow the incident was too imprinted on his mind. It's too hard to forget and make some of her feelings get carried away.

“Trying!”

“Gosh!” exclaiming Disa who jolted with the clang of her own mobile phone voice.

The white light on his phone screen flickered several times indicating that a message was coming in. Who sent him this message last night?

Immediately take the phone that is on charge and check the incoming message.

“Can, how is the condition of young master? Did he eat a lot? What's his sleep good?”

Disa does not reply. He had to check on Kean himself to make sure that his young master would be fine.

He got out of bed and changed his clothes into a waiter's uniform. There was no way he could approach Kean wearing his negligee. His hair was just braided, not he bun by using a hair curler as usual.

Walk towards Kean's room with slow steps. In front of the door Disa stood sculpting. Between having to go in or wait a little while and stealing a listen to make sure Kean's situation is okay.

Pasting his earlobe to the door and trying to amplify the signal of the senses of the listener. It sounded vaguely like someone was panting inside. Disa scrunched her forehead, maybe she misheard.

Looking at Kean's brightly lit room lights, Disa further attached her body to the door. Yes, he was sure that he heard a soft sound from inside Kean's room. His feelings began to unsettle, he decided to knock on Kean's room door.

“Master, have you slept?” said Disa slowly.

There was no sound heard and only that puffing sound could still be heard. He was more and more afraid of something happening to Kean, finally he turned the door handle and, “Sorry, I entered.” His word.

When the door opened, Kean was curled under his blanket. Only his head was visible with breathless breath. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be shivering.

“Master,” exclaim Disa who is approaching soon.

He checked Kean's temperature by placing the back of his hand over Kean's forehead. It seemed like Kean had a fever and his face was very pale.

“Gosh you fever lord.” Said Disa who looked panicked.

Seen Kean who began to open his eyes, “Di-sa,.” softly with his hands raised trying to reach Disa's hand.

“Yes sir, I'm here.” Disa.

He grabbed Kean's hands that were soaked with sweat and heat.

“Wait a minute sir, I'll call bu kinar.”

While holding Kean's hand, Disa pulled out her phone to call Kinar.

Just one ring until Kinar's voice was heard.

“Bu sorry to interrupt night-night, young master fever.” Light of Disa quickly.

“Iya, I was taking medicine after dinner but now I have a fever.” Looking at Kean who was still shivering.

“Good ma'am, I will wait.” He said when Kinar told him to wait for Frans' doctor and the call was cut off.

“Master, wait a minute, I'll take compress.”

Put Kean's hand under the blanket and he quickly ran down. Filling the container with hot water also take a cloth to compress and do not forget to bring a P3K box. After everything was ready, he returned to Kean's room with quick steps.

The container filled with water he placed on the table beside Kean's bed. Taking a thermometer and pinning it between Kean's armpits.

“Wait a minute sir, I picked up a new shirt so that the master does not catch a cold.”

Kean did not reply, his eyes still closed.

Picked up Kean's t-shirt and immediately went back to him. The thermometer is 39.2 degrees, very hot. Kean is so weak. Trying not to panic. He helps Kean to get up and change his wet clothes. His bandages were also wet with sweat.

“Jeez sir, I should how?” his voice began to panic. His attempt to be calm seemed to collapse just like that when he saw Kean's state.

“I'm fine in.” Lirih Kean who sounded more like a whisper.

“No sir, you're not okay. In a moment doctor Frans will be here checking mr.”

Re-lay Kean slightly leaned back and made sure his wound was not depressed. Disa sat down beside Kean, placed a small pillow over his thigh and placed Kean's injured hand there. He began to take a clean cloth to compress and place it on Kean's forehead. So quickly the compress was dry, probably because the fever was quite high.

It felt like a long wait for Doctor Frans to get to this house.

A few minutes passed, Kean was already not too shivering. Kean rested on his bed and supported Kean's hands and back with a pillow.

“Master, wait a minute, I'll take drinking water.” His whisper that Kean nodded weakly.

The man opened his eyes and slightly looked at Disa before Disa passed.

Going up and down stairs is usually tiring, this time not feeling tired at all. It was like there were thousands of energies that suddenly entered Disa's body and made her strong to run around here and there. He took a pitcher of water and a glass to drink Kean.

“Mba disa,.” The voice of Revelation is heard.

“Iya sir.”

“The doctor has arrived.” Pointing at someone walking quickly behind him.

“Alhamdulillah, let's dock, upstairs.” Take Lisa in haste.

“Good, come.” Doctor Frans walked quickly. His long legs made his steps wider than Disa.

“Pak revelation, thanks ya.”

“Iya mba disa, equally. May young master recover quickly.” Said the mustachioed man who was possessed by Disa.

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