Marry The Heir
Crying and laughter

The POV

I used to think that the laughter belonged only to the rich while the crying only belonged to the commoners. That understanding was firmly planted in my head given the many miserable experiences I had since childhood.

One of them I remember was when I was on the playground and being a clown entertainer. I was in the costume of Winnie the Pooh just used to grimace and hold back the tired and sweat that poured and occasionally cry when it turned out after working all day with all the energy, I never got a result that was worth my efforts.

While those who have abundant wealth, they can be free to laugh and buy happiness with their money without having to think about what will happen tomorrow or what tomorrow should be like.

The theory of the abundance of wealth is commensurate with one's happiness, being a motto that is quite unfair to me. There should be plenty of work that is worth the happiness.

But at this moment, it seems like I have to change my perspective. Seeing what was happening now, I realized that my mind was very shallow. Happiness is not just about how much money you have. How much stuff can we have or how capable of realizing each dream with our money. Far from that, I began to believe, although many things can be bought with money, but it does not apply to buy a happiness.

Happiness comes only when we can be grateful for what we have including having a strong shoulder to bear all the burden of our problems.

Hah, I let out my breath with a huff.

Even though it was late at night, I was still here, in a cafe that was closed and only a dim light illuminated the room arranged with this aesthetic. On my lap was a beautiful girl who was asleep after a few hours and was crying incessantly.

Non Shafira's,

She still held my left hand while my right hand rubbed her hair slowly. I don't know what happened to this girl until she got so bad. He did not even taste to taste the slightest food served by his friend, Malvin. Seems very reluctant.

A few hours ago at the Hardjoyo residence, we were busy looking for the young lady. Her teacher at school called Ms. Kinar if non Fira came home early after the break. But until I saw the Adhan isya heard, no one had found the existence of non Fira.

The quiet atmosphere of the house changed violently. The great master came home early and even called the police because his daughter was still not found. We were all busy looking to the homes of non-fira friends or to the places he used to go to including some malls.

Nil, we didn't find it.

Just this afternoon I saw Madam Liana crying. He cursed all the people of the house including the police who could not do the search because it has not been 1x24 hours.

Hah, if you see the incident earlier it feels like my heart is jumping and sweating coldly. The young miss who always came home on time and kept silent in the room, suddenly disappeared, becoming terrified all by herself.

What if there is an accident? What if he was in an accident or what if he kidnapped someone?

Aarrrghhhh! I hate overthinking myself. In this situation, I can't always think clearly. Especially when I call non Fira's cell phone off, we increase our confusion.

Suddenly I remembered a place. The usual place in non-fira when you want to entertain himself or just release boredom. Yes, this must be the place he went to.

You idiot! I should have thought about this place. When you feel confused, I don't know why it's so hard to think clearly.

About 30 minutes ago, non Fira started to look calm. He stopped crying and hugged me tightly.

“Sorry, I made you panic.” He nodded with a stammering voice.

I know, his feelings haven't been completely relieved despite crying all day.

I rubbed his back gently and he tightened his embrace on me. I've felt this way, alone, scared, panicked and left out.

Since childhood I have felt it and maybe even now sometimes I still feel the same way.

“For me, the most important thing is that non fira is fine, hem..” I tried to win non Fira. It's not the time I asked much less introgating non-Fira feelings. He still needs time and I'm sure, when he starts to feel calm he will tell his own story.

Until now, it had been an hour and non Fira was still lying on the sofa with both of my legs that she made cushioning.

Even though the grip of his hand had started to loose, but as I moved, he immediately withdrew my hand.

“Nona, I will not leave non fira. It's just, my hands are dry because it continues to be held and will make non fira uncomfortable.” I think I want to say that. But I ponder, because currently non Fira is not wanting to be left behind. Perhaps that was the reason that made his hand grip back tightly.

It was getting late and I saw Malvin was done with his last job at the cafe before coming home. The glasses are neatly arranged on the table and the piano cover has been trimmed. Only the lights have not been turned off, because non Fira is not used to the dark environment.

The handsome boy came up to me with a glass of warm drink in his hand.

“Kak, if fira want to nginep here, above there is a room. It's not too big but it's comfortable enough to just rest. I have also asked my boss for permission to borrow the room.” The man in front of me was very sweet and caring. It seems not that non Fira who knows a lot of Malvin, but it is Malvin who knows enough non Fira to know the needs of his best friend.

“Still vin. But it looks like I'm going to bring non fira home. Kasian house people must be anxious waiting for no fira.” I refused it subtly. Although Malvin's intentions are good, but now is not the right time to agree to his offer.

“You want me to take my brother? Or do I call you a cab?” quickly he stood up.

“No need, I've asked someone for help to pick us up home.”

“Good.” Malvin looked at the face of a sleeping non-fira. I saw anxiety on his face. “Two more days, we will perform for a charity event in order to commemorate kartini day. I hope Shafira can join. Because we've been training very hard.”

I heard the boy was hoping earnestly. His gaze was also seen looking at the face of the girl whose hair I was stroking.

“Hopefully yes vin. Non fira strong girl, I am sure she can get through everything well.” I noticed the non-fira corner of the eye that was slightly wet with tears. I gently rubbed his slightly swollen and puffy eyelids.

“Iya kak.” Malvin tried to smile.

Their show plan reminded me of non Fira's invitation a while back. He invited me to attend and promised to wear the clothes I made. But looking at his current condition, I was afraid that maybe Malvin and his friends would be disappointed. I know, it's not easy to appear in front of people who stare at him cynically let alone gossip about the problem.

Outside the cafe came the sound of a new car engine stopping. Me and Malvin compactly turned their heads and it was not long before I saw someone enter with his firm steps.

It was the young master who stood at the mouth of the cafe door. His sharp gaze was directed at me then Malvin and of course non Fira. Even though his face looked cold, I saw a sigh of relief from seeing that we were fine.

“Goodnight sir.” Sapaku with a smile.

The young master did not chim in, he walked over to us then stared at non Fira for a while.

“You any her?” the question was directed at Malvin who was surprised. It seemed like their first meeting gave a less favorable impression to the young master.

“Ma, sorry sis. Fira suddenly came home from school. Oh yes, my malvin classmate fira.” Malvin reached out his hand after trying to explain to the young master.

The young master glanced at non Fira who was still closing his eyes tightly and I knew he seemed to have woken up just not daring to open his eyes.

“Kean.” That was only the young master's short answer sniffly anyway. I'm sure malvin's been sweating coldly looking at the unfriendly expression of the young master.

Malvin nodded slowly, as if he was beginning to know who was sitting before him.

“Tadi fira crying in school. Perhaps because of friends,” Malvin did not dare to continue his sentence as the young master turned his head and looked at him sharply.

“What are you doing in school besides studying?” hearing the young master's question, I thought, he was like a stumpy old man and had never felt the school in High School.

But wait, our school and the young master's school are indeed different. Perhaps abroad there is no such delinquency as non-Fira friends do in school.

Malvin did not dare to answer. He simply thrust out his phone and pointed out something that made the young master look even more annoyed.

“They discussed it in group.” Lirih Malvin while looking at non Fira with no heart.

I felt a non-fira hand tighten his grip, as if he was frightened or ashamed.

“Go home!” exclaimed the young master as he moved from his seat.

“Hah?” my reflexes were very spontaneous when I heard the young master's orders.

“You didn't hear?!” ask me again.

He looked at me for a moment before he finally walked in front of us.

“Abang wait!” suddenly Non Fira got up and stood up. Still staggering but he can balance his body so as not to fall. Malvin and I were still both shocked to see the sudden movement of non-Fira.

“Fira wants to talk to brother.” Continue with a trembling voice. It seemed like her crying was ready to break again.

I saw his clenched hand, as if he were strengthening himself. His breathing sounded heavy but he still stepped towards the young master.

“Abang want to talk to fira for a while?” his voice was raucous, I'm sure his eyes were wet.

Although it looks strong, Non Fira is not a really hard child. There was a softness of heart hidden behind his indifferent attitude.

“Go home!” the young master's voice sounded even more resolute. I immediately stood up, prepared if something bad happened in front of me.

“Abang until when do you want to avoid directly from fira?”

“Abang hates as much as fira sampe do not want to squirm the face of fira let alone say the same fira.”

“Fira just want,”

“You want to talk about it here? In front of them?!” the young master looked at us in turn.

I swallowed my salivary coarsely it turned out to be very scary as the young master's round eyes barked at us.

Non Fira then just bowed lethargic. He didn't even dare to look at me and Malvin.

Not hearing the reply from non Fira, the young master continued his steps. Her long steps made me immediately take Miss Fira's bag and chase her half-run.

“Vin, we go home first yes.” My interest in teenagers who are also shocked.

“Iya brother. Be careful on the road.” His ideal.

I just smiled, before I grabbed non Fira's hand and took her home. It is true that this place is not a suitable place to talk about family matters. Hopefully there is a comfortable time and place for them to talk as brothers.

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