Find Me in 1000 Years

You're my servant

Danzo, a white Mexican man, pulled a food cart near the big table. That's where the food was moved. Goras and Ken help her move the freshly cooked food there.

Ramira provides hot coffee and tea and the device is Ifanez provides cakes, pies and small pastries in a beautiful cake container.

The waiter first came to the dining table to arrange the cakes on the table. After that they left the dining table. The waiter came to the dining table when the owner of the house was sitting there.

Goras push the food cart while Ken and Danzo follow from behind.

"Ah, Mommy! We have a new waitress" exclaimed a woman from the dining table.

Ken who felt that he was being talked about was staring at the people on the table. He was surprised by what he saw. A woman with her mother and grandparents, as a family member who is at the table, but surprisingly is the woman. A woman he knows very well. But then Ken dropped his gaze because he should not look at the employer except when being questioned.

Why is this fucking woman here? He's the owner of the house? This is totally insane!

The Japanese man then chose to serve the woman's grandfather when the woman sulked wanting to be served by Ken.

"Grandfather, I'd like to be served by that new servant, cake."

"Oh, yes," said the old man who still looks dashing in his old body.

Ken would not want to move next to the woman's chair. "Yes, Miss. What kind of appetizer did you eat first?"

"Mk." The red-haired woman placed her index finger on her chin. "I want a salad containing green vegetables and corn, along with a smoke beef."

The man checked it. "Sorry, Miss. There's an extra onion on it."

"Please take it out, 'cause I want to eat that one."

Ken was forced to remove the onion from the prepared plate, trying not to damage the shape that had been made from the beginning with a food claw. After that, he placed it in front of the woman. "Miss wants to drink what? Tea, coffee?"

"Wait a minute." The woman took the fork and watched him for a moment. "You can replace my fork with another one?"

He said he was trying to be a good guy? Since moving here, he has made me goofy many times. Ken close the molars. "Why, Miss? The fork was just put there and it's new."

"I don't want a sudden poisoning, do I? So just replace it with a new one." He handed the fork to Ken.

The man was pale but looking at the woman's face, Ken knew, Lucille was just talking original, but really, she wished that woman was what she should have poisoned. He then handed the woman a new fork.

"Thank you, uh, what's your name?"

"Ken, Miss." What is this stale question?

"Oh, Ken. What a good name. I'm Lucille and this is my mother, as well as my grandparents. Remember my name yes, beware that you mispronounced," the woman said, pointing with her fork.

The atmosphere that pretended not to know it seemed to want to pass quickly, but he could what. He had to wait for the woman and her family to have dinner at the table, for he had to serve them until they left the table.

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In the kitchen, there were a few women whispering to each other as she put the dirty dishes from the food cart to the dishwasher.

"Eh, great, he is. Just been a waiter here, it's been a darling, miss," said Blonde Ifanez.

"At the very end of it is an impingement," said Ramira accompanied by laughter both.

Ken of course heard, but he was lazy to respond to women who were gossiping, even though the rumored one was himself. Because no matter how he denies it, there are still those who may believe. Therefore he did not want to be too confused about the gossip circulating around him. After dinner at a small table in one corner of the kitchen, he returned to the room.

Then he checked the clothes one by one. Pretty good, than nothing. It looks new and seems to fit my size.

The man then chose the clothes and tried them on. Ah, thank goodness. According to my body size.

He got on the bed and lay down. The body feels so weak. It'sit's nothing. He was astonished at the woman who could easily master the situation. How could?

Ken glanced at his work clothes that he put on the table while imagining Mira being held captive. Have patience, Mira. I'm trying to get you out of there. I'm sorry I got you into all this mess.

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That morning after a short walk in the back garden, Ken found a plump yellow and white cat walking alone towards the kitchen. He crouched closer to her. "Hello, Pus." The man rubbed the short fur on the cat's body. The cat reminds him of Gojo if it turns into a cat. Just a long-haired Gojo cat. Huh ... Gojos. How are.

The cat then carried him. Suddenly a female servant passed by there. "Oh, you're with him."

"Yes, why?"

"You're looking for Chief Mother. It's breakfast time soon."

"Oh, yes, yes." Ken stood up and took the cat but the waiter stopped him.

"Oh, the cat can't be taken. He's gotta be here."

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes fast."

Ken took the cat off and rushed into the kitchen. A little later he did his job by taking care of breakfast in the living room. The man was getting used to his job and was deft at work.

After taking care of the dining table, he tidied the table and brought dirty dishes to the kitchen. After putting all the dishwasher in the sink, he took his breakfast and ate there.

He ate while watching the people work. A dishwasher washes the dishes and some clean the kitchen. Some of them are like Ken, breakfast there.

After breakfast, he intends to return to the back garden to see the cat, but the Head Mother asks him to change

the bedsheet to the four owners of the house. Be Ken bring those three sheets upstairs. He knocked on the first door he met and the owner of the room was ....

"Hello, Ken," said Lucille with a sweet smile.

"Eh, I'd like to change your sheets, if you don't mind." Actually the man did not expect to see the woman again that quickly but already already.

Lucille opened her bedroom door wide. "Come, Ken. Please come in."

A little reluctant he had to go in. To shorten the time, he immediately opened the blanket that covered the bed in the room.

The woman closed the door. A little uncomfortable with the feeling of the heart, Ken tried to focus. He opened the sheets and pillowcases on the bed. The woman then sat in the chair watching the man work. Just now Ken was relieved the woman wasn't making trouble, her chatter back upset him.

"Do you know, I hid the crystal ball here?"

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