Marry The Heir
Emotion

There are emotions flogging in the melody that Reza intertwines from inside his music room. Occasionally the clang sounded fast and tight like full of anger but occasionally sounded slow and full of anxiety. Only Hope by Mandy Moore, played by Reza.

The touch of his hand gave a different feel to some parts that if listened to, felt so stifling. There is a sense of wanting to have that tucked in the verse but unfortunately everything is only limited to hope.

Reza's fingers still switched from one key to another with synergistic tuts. His eyes were closed as if he was dissolved in the emotions he created in the song he played.

Her memory brings Reza back to what happened last night.

Yeah, last night.

After dropping off Clara, he returned to the cafe where his friends were. His steps felt light up the stairs while playing the car keys in his hands. His smile was not ceaselessly developed when he imagined he would spend time with his best friend and of course a girl who was engrossed in chatting in there.

But suddenly, his steps had to stop when he saw something that he did not expect he would see. His breathing felt heavy when it turned out in front of him Disa was playing billiard with Kean. Inside Kean's embrace, Disa seemed to enjoy her slow-moving time creeping.

Reza's heart rippled, he chose to take a few steps back and he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. There was a sense of unease that suddenly appeared without ever inviting him.

Reza's hands looked clenched, squeezing the car keys firmly in his hands. Sentence by sentence was heard flowing from Kean's mouth which was conveyed to Disa. Despite trying to ignore, Kean's voice was clearly heard in Reza's ears.

“Customize the height of the stick by raising and lowering the tip of the stick grasped by the right hand.” Said Kean while holding his right hand Disa so that the stick is attached perfectly.

“Note the angle of the ball to be shot with a slight bending of the body.” Kean also looked at Disa and looked at her.

Disa just complied, with her tense face trying to focus on the ball in front of her. He did not notice at all the change in Kean's expression that Reza had never seen before.

Too sticky, too deep and like there is a twinkle that emanates when occasionally his best friend's nose is seen smelling the fragrance of his hair.

Reza chose to turn his face away. He also leaned his head against the wall that he slowly clashed to expel thoughts that should not appear.

Just a moment ago he asked Kean about Disa, Kean seemed indifferent and uncaring. But this time, everything was so different. Reza seemed to be able to imagine the loud thump that was crashing in Kean's chest. Hah, stifling.

Can he believe that his best friend said that he felt nothing for Disa?

“Hey, you're not playing the tone but are playing with emotion?” a voice breaks Reza's daydream about last night's events.

Slowly the shadow of Disa and Kean disappeared from his mind. When you open your eyes, you are replaced by the beautiful face of a woman who is now sitting next to you.

Reza smiled faintly returning Nita's gaze and then finished her tone perfectly.

“Madu has long been with him?” tanyanya while reaching for Nita's hand that grasped her arm. He kissed it gently.

“Since the ref part you made is very emotional.” It was Typal Nita who rubbed his son's head. “Why are you, how emotional are you playing the piano? Beware you later break this key.” Nita who smiled amusedly.

Reza only smiled, once then sighed deeply. His gaze was now fixed on the unfinished Disa painting.

“How are you doing in?” nita asked as she leaned her head against Reza's shoulder. The most comfortable place for her to lean when she feels tired.

“Good. Last night we met.” Timpal Reza trying to look relaxed.

Nita looked at her son and looked at him. “Oh yes?” with a spirit Nita downed her body and turned to face Reza. “You're dating?” added later.

Reza. It felt like he wanted to laugh at the over-excited Nita. “We banyakan.” Stomach limp.

“Ish so if ngajak girls do not be the same your friends. Enough you two alone, let it be more deket, more instens.” Nita was anxious to hear her son's answer. He thought, where maybe the casanova should be taught how to approach a girl.

This time Reza turned to look at Nita who was looking at her with anxiety. “Mamah really want reza deket same there. Why the hell?” reza actually asked. He needs to hear the reason Nita likes Disa so much.

Nita was silent for a moment, as if imagining the figure of Disa in front of her. “You still haven't found any specialties in?” he asked his son back.

Reza just fell silent, then smiled.

“No, we're already together!” nita looks happy. “So how's there?” Nita is eager to hear Reza's view of Disa. He was sure that the sweet girl was compatible with his son.

“Can be like,.” Reza sighed and imagined Disa in her eye. “Major psychiatrist played with violin, vibrating.” I smiled at Nita.

Nita smiled happily at the answer. It turned out that his efforts were fruitful to bring his son closer to Disa.

“But,” Reza's face turned sad with the gaze of the page fixed on the painting. “When the tone is too high, reza is afraid that reza will not be able to compensate.” Its effects.

He had to admit, at first he noticed Disa because Nita continued to match him. He wanted to find out what kind of figure the woman who made his mother so fond of the girl. But halfway through, he found his own reason. Reasons to be together, stare and talk with Disa even longer.

It was comfort and calm that got her carried away. Unfortunately, too many things made it difficult for him to get close to the sweet girl. There are always times when time doesn't give them a chance.

But, shouldn't that chance be created? So, why is it so hard?

*****

Kean looked lazy to see a neat-looking man in front of him who was none other than Marcel. While Marcel seemed indifferent to see Kean being antipathetic to him. He's used to it enough.

For a moment Marcel looked at Disa and smiled. “Wah, apparently there is a fresh drink in this house. I should have stopped by here often.” Marcel said as if he did not care about Kean's annoyance.

Kean squealed, no matter what the intention of the arrival of Marcel who suddenly stopped by his house. All this time they were like hostile wolves, busy securing their respective territory.

“Please mr.” He put his glasses and snacks in front of the two men.

“Thank you.” Immediately Marcel took his ration glass. Sipping it slowly and the sweetly mixed coldness soaked his dry throat.

“Enak. Can you give me the recipe? Or maybe occasionally you make it in my home.” said Marcel who sounded like a lure for Kean.

Disa only smiled knots then glanced at Kean who was looking at her in annoyance. I don't know what's on his young master's mind right now.

Marcel is out of his place. The glass was still in his hand and he came to the window and slightly opened the thin curtain of the window.

“You have a green garden. It seems like someone is taking good care of her. What is it, disa?” again Marcel spoke while looking at Disa and Kean alternately.

Seen a thin smile from his lips, as if he was satisfied because it managed to disturb the thoughts of the two people before him.

“If you like to maintain a garden, you can maintain my home garden. Wider and looks like it could be greener.” Then again, and once again sipped the drink with pleasure.

“I think I have enough work to take care of the garden in this house.” Disa who chimed in. He does not like to be in a situation that seems to make him have to make a choice.

Since coming, Marcel kept saying the no-no and it was more directed at him. Starting from saying, “I did not expect that the girl who refused my gift shirt turned out to work in the hardjoyo family, my family.” he said clearly. It was as if he was humbling Disa. But at the same time, he also flattered Disa by saying, "It seems you take very good care of my nephew. He looks healthy, fresh and fit." he said.

“No!” marcel quickly shouted. “I ask you to take care of the park, not as a worker. But as the owner. Better than being in this house?” he said with a smile that he pointed at Disa.

He placed the glass on the table carefully. His facial expression was as if he was satisfied to have seen the girl's face stiffen and put her in a situation that could have made a misunderstanding.

“Actually what business om here?” finally Kean asked, after some time feeling sick of hearing Marcel's annoying sentences. He signaled to Disa to leave. Disa nodded well in front of her master.

“Wah you are so cynical. I'm here to tell you the important thing.” He said diplomatically.

He sat on the sofa with his right leg crossed over his left.

“It matters? Is disturbing others important to you, OM?!” cynical Kean with great emphasis. He knew that Marcel really did not like being called by him.

“Hahahha.. I didn't mean to disturb. Precisely I want to invite you to dinner at the main house.”

“However, we haven't been together long enough. Sharing stories and re-establishing our family.” Marcel brightly excitedly. His call sounds very serious.

“I never felt that we were family.” Timpal Kean's. Marcel and I were like strangers. Ignoring each other may be the best option.

“Come Kean. Don't act so annoying.” Marcel's pretty hooked. Of course he was not one to patiently face the attitude of his nephew. “As far as you want to come or not. Obviously, if you come, I'm sure you'll be very grateful but if you don't come, I don't care. You will obviously regret.” Tandas Marcel later.

He sipped his drink one last time, before he passed away leaving Kean who was looking at him with dislike.

In a few moments Kean was silent in his place.  He was still thinking about what his uncle would do at the dinner.

Maybe it's just a trap.

Family dinner, never imagined in the slightest atmosphere like what. All he knew, if it really existed then he would just sit in his place and people were in his place with the attitude they were trying to keep.

Maybe in the middle of dinner they will start talking with the beginning of various satire of company problems. The race to show success manages the company and ends up dropping who is the weakest among them. There is never a moment to ask each other the news based on a sincerity. Everything is just a pretense, while figuring out how to best take down each other's opponents.

Food chewed will usually feel like a grain of gravel that slashes the throat. A fancy food menu does not taste better than cat rice.

Miris indeed, but that's what Kean feels every dinner in the main house. And for the invitation this time, I don't know if he will come or not. He was not too ready to argue over something he did not need to defend. But if he gives up, then there will be one person who bears his failure.

Huh, pathetic.

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