Find Me in 1000 Years

Caring

A skinny man who was not young anymore, assisted Ken to be given wound medicine around the calf. His injuries were not severe but he was trampled on by other guests as people panicked to hear gunfire. His body was limp, and was just lying in a gurney outside the room.

According to the grandfather's story. This marriage between conglomerates that did not run smoothly, because of the betrayal of the bride. However, the woman is also not to blame, because she loves other men from the beginning and does not want to be betrothed. This forced marriage was the beginning of the disaster at the party.

Ken nodded listening to the grandfather's story. "Mmh, is that it, Cake?" He finished his job. "I'm done treating, Grandpa. Does Grandpa want to stay in the hospital? But not necessarily get a room. Maybe grandpa should stay outside because all the rooms are full."

"Can't you find a room for me. I want to stay because at home, no one will take care of me. My son, the one who lives out of town. The other one is on a work trip. I don't have anyone in the house but a waiter."

The Japanese man smiled. "Servants are even better than nothing. I live in an apartment and I just live alone."

Suddenly an idea flashed through the old man's head. "What if I stay with you?"

"What?" Ken researched the old man he was talking to. The man must have been very rich because of his clothes which although looked simple but he wore a shirt and sweater without the famous brand sleeves. But why would he prefer to live outside rather than live in his house which is certainly like a palace?

No way, the conglomerate party is attended by invited guests who come from mediocre circles? Surely they have guests who are as level or at least one level higher than him, that makes sense.

Ken smiled back. "Grandfather, my apartment is mediocre. Maybe even according to Grandpa, ugly compared to Grandpa's big house. So Grandpa should just go home, yeah, not to my apartment" Ken said. He felt that grandfather was starting to make things up. Maybe it was because of loneliness and not having anyone to talk to.

Grandpa looks cranky. He couldn't persuade Ken.

"Ken!"

The man looked. Who else if not Lucille who called him.

"Come, you want to go home, right? My car will take you home. I want to know where you live" said the woman with a big smile. He was so excited about his glowing eyeballs.

"Eh, I still have to help the others." Ken started looking for excuses.

"You're gonna come here just to see a patient for surgery. The rest of you should not do anything even treat the injured patient, because it is in violation of the agreement. If that goes on, you can't get your title because you're going to be banned" Lucille said.

"Eh, I just .... "

"Come, go home!"

"I have a motor. I can go home by myself."

"I want to be hugged" the woman asked, next.

"But I ...."

"Will piggyback me."

The old man's words made Lucille and Ken turn towards him.

"I've paid him dearly to take care of me at home" he added, trying to sit down.

Lucille looked at the Japanese man in disbelief.

"Yes, uh I ...."

"Please help me, I want to go home now." The old man thrust his hand out to reach Ken.

"Oh, no. I really told you to stay at my house. So that's my next offer. If you take it, you'll stay in my house taking care of me."

Ken's confused, no longer able to. If he refused, he would face Lucille again. "But everyday I'm busy in college, Cake."

"It's okay, but after that you should be home taking care of me."

Ken continued to push the wheelchair toward the administration desk. "But I should also be here for the assignment from my lecturer, how is this?"

"At least you go home before you go somewhere else, that's my only request. I don't want to be cared for by anyone but you."

"But I'm not even a doctor or a nurse, Cake. What better, Grandpa hired professionals only? That's better, Cake. At least they have a diploma for the profession."

The old man touched Ken's hand until the Japanese man stopped the wheelchair. "I've chosen you, don't you really want to help me? Taking care of me won't be long. I promise I won't trouble you" he said with a slightly moody face.

Ken was pinched with pity and the man had also helped him from Lucille. With a heavy heart, he finally agreed to the request of the old man. "alright. I'll take care of you."

The man looks happy because of Ken's decision. He then immediately paid for his treatment at the hospital and returned home on the Japanese man's motorcycle.

"I'm sorry, Cake. The bike's bad" said Ken from the front.

"What a bad thing, this bike is still new."

"But not as good as the brand of vehicles in Grandpa's house."

"If that's what you say good, maybe, but I don't have the latest output like this bike."

With the grandfather's help, they came to a large and luxurious mansion in an elite and charming area of the city. The gate opened immediately after finding out who was piggybacking behind Ken. The motor then stopped in front of the main door.

"This is my house. Come on, come on in," take the old man to Ken.

After hanging his helmet on the motorcycle, Ken saw the old man enter the house because he was walking a little limp. The front door was opened by a female servant. Looks big house entered, stylish luxurious cowboy-style house first. A large house with high ceilings.

"My room is there." The man pointed at a room door not far from the living room.

The Japanese man took the man to his room, when suddenly the maid pushed a wheelchair on both sides.

"It's too late, Abbie," said the old man snorting in annoyance.

Ken tried to encourage the servant. "Eh, it's okay. This is good for everyday if the road is still difficult. No stick, right?"

"Eh, no, sir," said the servant.

Ken looked towards the old man. Strange as well this grandfather. It seems like he's the kind of guy who's hard to approach but why did he choose me to take care of him huh?

Grandpa looks upset. "Yes already." With a frowning face. He sat down in the chair and Ken pushed him.

The man's room was huge. It was seen that everyday he used to do activities in the room. There was a large television attached to one of the walls and a small golf game. Did this grandpa never leave the house at all? Even though his body is healthy and does not wear a cane if it is not because of today's events, but why did he just stay in the room alone? Does he have a dangerous disease?