Marry The Heir
A gift or a replacement?

“Where are we going, sir?” Disa walked backwards in front of Kean.

He can not walk down the street like a girl who wants to look elegant in front of others, especially men. His steps look light with a sneaker that wraps around his legs and occasionally looks tiptoed trying to compensate for Kean's height. His young master never gave a clue where he was going and what he wanted. Then walking like this feels better.

“Walking properly, you can bump into others.” Rotating Disa's body and placing it on the left side of her body.

“Good sir.” Quite obedient as well apparently.

In front of an American-made mobile phone shop Kean's steps came to a halt. The greeting of a shopkeeper greeted him and made Kean step foot into the place. A room dominated by glass peddling various gadgets complete with accessories. Very varied, including the price.

Can come in and see the ranks of mobile phones lined up neatly in the storefront. His mouth seemed round in amazement at the row of numbers in the dollar. His fingers folded one by one multiplying the currency by rupiah and the results are many.

“Crazy, the price is equivalent to the cost of my life half a year.” Mumbled Disa.

In his mind, how could people be so enthusiastic about having flat objects with diverse amenities that it looks more like a never-ending technological race. Or maybe this is just a narrow mind for someone who has a thin wallet like Disa.

Over time, technology has become more sophisticated. Each brand offers an attractive mobile display with a variety of facilities. They compete with their opponents or with their own products with increasingly sophisticated feature upgrades in just the next few months. But it does not make people stop racing to get a technology that prioritizes prestige.

“You like it, take it.” Kean who spoke beside Disa.

He looked at Disa who looked gawking at the silver-colored phone.

“Em is not sir. I'm not interested in an exorbitant price phone like this.” Sahut Disa with certainty.

“Why? Advanced technology. You can benefit a lot from advanced technology.” His persuasion is like a salesman who is very adept at attracting the hearts of consumers.

“Yes, but for someone like me, you don't need a phone like this yet. As long as you can send a message and call it is enough.” He convinced himself with his diplomatic smile.

“Oh yes? Wouldn't it be more fun to have a video call or something? You can see the faces of those you miss. Your grandmother for example?” timpal Kean who still looks indifferent.

It was obvious that the change in Disa's expression was starting to wither. His round eyes seemed to dim.

“How do you know about my grandmother?” ogre. As reminded that he had not asked the news of the grandmother for a long time.

Kean only smiled faintly, then pointed at the phone whose price was still under the sky and asked the sales in front of him to pick it up.

“Of course I have to know who works in my home is not?” answering questions with questions, that's how Kean is.

His sad face changed into a smile. Even though his young master said so indifferently, but to Disa it showed that Kean cared enough for the people around him. Not because Kean knew Disa had a grandmother, but because he knew that Disa really missed her grandmother.

“This is brother?” ask the sales in front of Kean.

“Hem,” the answer is short.

“Paymentnya at the cashier over there huh sis. After that you can try.” bright sales man.

Kean moved from his place while Disa was still staring at the movements of his young master.

“His girlfriend is very good sak.” Whisper the sales men who approached Disa.

“Hah?” a second later Disa was conscious of her thoughts. “No, he, he,.. Wait,” instead of explaining Disa prefers to approach Kean. “Master, this is not necessary.” Cana held Kean's hand as the man pulled out his debit card.

“Be quiet, you wait there.” The whisper of Kean that Disa can still hear.

“But sir, this is too expensive. How do I replace it?” risuak. Kean did not respond and instead pressed his debit card pin to complete the transaction. “Geez sir,.” finally got pissed on himself.

“Can you shut up? It's order!” gertak Kean later.

Disa quickly closed her mouth. The cashier standing before Kean looked to be glancing at him sharply. Maybe he was upset because Desa's behavior could threaten the success of his sale. While Kean looked like a henchman completed his transaction.

Finally, I decided to leave the store. He sat on the front bench of the shop with an erratic mind. How he later returned Kean's money while his salary per month had been plotted and left only a few rupiah as the rest.

Can cupped his face with both hands then rubbed his hair violently. It takes time to think about how to pay for everything to Kean. Do not let his salary cut too long until he feels tired himself.

“Nih!” Kean offered a paperbag that was Disa Yakini containing a cellphone that Kean bought.

“No sir, I can't take it. I don't know how to pay for it.” Can persevere without wanting to look at Kean.

Kean looked at Disa who looked pursed his lips in annoyance. It turned out that stubborn was also the girl before him. He sat beside Disa with a paper bag that he kept between them.

“I won't ask you to pay. Think of this as an apology and a replacement for your broken phone. Hem?” he said while staring at Disa lekat.

“The price of my phone is not how big when compared to this phone. Maybe the price of my phone is cheaper than the price of this phone charger. Anyway, I can't wear it.” Still whistling loudly and making Kean exhale annoyed.

Hearing Kean's heavy breathing, Disa could only duck.

“Pake. Don't argue with me anymore. After all, when you lose to a 5-year-old. They are in love hp just a moment directly pinter, your student period can not.” Ledek Kean crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Do not mock me sir. I am a waiter, not a student.”

“Then use this phone to change your situation. You don't want to continue like this, do you?” timpal Kean quickly. The gaze from his concentrated netra was so firm and felt touching a corner of his heart. At that time Disa began to feel afraid, afraid if Kean was too good for her.

“Already, if you do not want, I will give it to the store's waiter.” Kean moved out of his place and stretched out his hand nonchalantly to allow Disa to return the paper bag beside him.

For a moment Disa seemed to think. Staring at the paper bag then Kean, alternating.

“Can you not always impose your will on me?” asked Disa in annoyance.

Kean made her feel like she had to choose to let things go to stay calm or take a chance and prepare for fear.

“No! Because I don't like it in rebut.” Answer Kean firmly.

Disa's nostrils appear to be budding with an annoyed bent face. His eyes looked teary as he looked at Kean.

He was upset, but not Kean. He was more angry at the situation. Why should this man ignite his hard-earned desires? Why should this man tell him to rise and not fall? And why must this man who makes her goosebumps herself remember what was her dream all along?

Disa no longer chimed in. He picked up the paper bag next to him and walked ahead of Kean. Kean only smiled faintly, he knew Disa was upset but maybe he had to do this so that Disa could choose the circumstances and not stand by accepting the reality that he hated.

“I'll teach you how to wear it.” Whispered Kean who was already standing beside Disa.

“No need, I am not a 5 year old child.” Timpal Disa is still upset.

“Then I will choose my own name for my name in your new hp.”

“No need, this phone is already mine and I have my own privacy. I will determine whose number I will keep here and name it myself.” Disa chimed again. He forgot who he was talking to.

"Uuhh." Kean exclaimed to himself, it seemed like something was starting to be at its most beautiful. “Then, come here.” Kean held onto both shoulders of Disa to turn around and enter into a cafe.

“Where are we sir?” looking at Kean with a confused face but still his steps followed because Kean's impulse was very strong.

“You will be able to learn to operate private hp.” The ideal while sitting Disa in one of the chairs. He sat in front of there.

Disa simply shook her head and smiled faintly at the behavior of her young master who was very enthusiastic to teach her to use this flat object.

He began to open the cardboard and looked black square object. His eyes seemed to widen in awe as if the thing before him was glittering in the light. Kean chuckled amusedly at the tacky expression of Disa.

Started turning on his phone and impatiently they waited. The two began to tune into Disa's phone and occasionally laughed. Keep a few phone numbers and a little Kean peek, figuring out what Disa did with her new flat object.

Disa immediately turned around, avoiding Kean who was trying to peek at what he was doing.

“Now this is my privacy sir.” Sluggishly.

“Okey. Please set your own privacy.” Cynical Kean was upset.

Upon hearing Kean's reply, Disa immediately lowered the phone from before him. “Hehehe... I was just joking sir.” He lost, worried too apparently if Kean got angry. He should know thank you to the man in front of him.

“Thank you sir. I will take care of this hp with all my body soul. I promise.” He held his hand to Kean.

Kean only smiled faintly as he rubbed his chin. Never mind, he better order a snack or food to accompany Disa to set her phone.

“If you are confused, you can phone a friend.” Kean.

“Ready sir!” sahut Disa while doing a brief salute.

Bizarrely, Kean can only shake his head to see the behavior of Disa who began to play with her new phone.

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