Find Me in 1000 Years

Believed

The old man went up to the bed. Ken covered the man with a blanket. "Grandpa rest first huh?"

"Later, dinnertime, you're eating with me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Charles." The bule man thrust his hand.

"Ken." The Japanese man took his hand.

"And your room is next to mine. Over there." He pointed to one of the walls. "Remember, you should have dinner with me. Well, now rest." The man pulled his blanket up.

Ken too pampered. He then entered the room next to him which was not locked. The room was quite large but not important to him. Most importantly, he could now rest. He lay on the bed, folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

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"How, Ken? You like American food?" asked the old man to make sure his guests were satisfied to be entertained by him.

"Mmd? Oh, ja. It's delicious. I liked. The food is delicious." The Japanese man cut the steak and put it in his mouth.

"Sorry, I can't prepare Japanese cuisine because I don't like it."

Ken laughs. "Oh, is that why, Grandpa asked? I've lived here for a long time so I'm used to European food. Especially burgers and fries. In Japan, this food is very popular."

"really? Oh, I didn't know that. It seems like a lot I've been through, life in the outside world."

The Japanese man looked at Charles for a moment and continued eating. He was actually curious about the life of the bule man. "May I ask, why does Grandpa seem to stay in his room, not leave the house?"

"Mk." The dark brown-haired bule man glanced at Ken while chewing, slowly. "Since 8 years ago to be exact, I have not wanted to leave the house because the world has no longer been interesting to me since my wife died. Everything looks the same." He took a napkin in his lap and wiped his mouth.

"Losing someone who makes you turn away from the world is hard. You don't even know how to get back to your old world, because most of all, it's gone."

Both were silent for a moment. Little awkward.

The Japanese man felt guilty. "I didn't mean to make Grandpa ...."

Charles shook his hand. "It's okay."

There was a phone ringing from Ken's phone on the table. The young man lifted him up. "Hello, Sir .. yes .. yes. Yes, Sir. Ok." He ended his phone call.

"Your lecturer?"

"Eh, yes, Cake."

"Are there any new assignments from your lecturer?"

"Eh, yes. There's symposium. I was asked to accompany him, so early in the morning I had to go to campus because I had to collect data."

"Eh, yeah." The face of the bule man looked disappointed.

Suddenly a bell rang out to the dining room. A servant ran towards the main door. Charles was a little curious, because his son went to work, and it was impossible to quickly return or find out about the calamity that had befallen him. Who came this time?

"Daddy ...." A young woman carrying a boy ran towards Charles.

Of course the old man was surprised. He did not expect, his daughter who lived in another city and visited him, but. "Suzanne?"

The woman came and hugged Charles. He cried sobbing in the chest of the old man.

"Suzanne, what's wrong?"

The old man, of course, was surprised. As expected, he did not like his arrogant-style son-in-law, but his daughter always defended the man. "But are you sure?"

"I saw with my own eyes, Daddy, he was cheating. Although he begged, I did not want to go back to him anymore," The young woman's face pouted.

"Are you sure you want to split up? I told you a long time ago, that guy was just after your money but you didn't believe it. Now that he's rich, he's forgotten about you, don't you think?" ledek Charles with spicy.

"Daddy, why is Daddy talking to me like that?" The woman then realizes the presence of ordinary-looking Ken. "Who is he, Daddy?"

"He who is even in his presence must be persuaded to come." The grandfather put his hands together on the table.

"Give him the money. Send home. I'm here with you, Daddy. I'll take care of you."

Charles looked at his daughter. "Even I trust the words of others more than my own daughter ..," he said bitterly.

"Daddy ...." The woman was surprised.

"Ken, please take me to the room. Suddenly my appetite was gone." The old man took the napkin in his lap and placed it on the table.

Ken, who had no idea what to do, was forced to comply with the man's request by pushing his wheelchair away from the place. "Grandfather, are you really going to the room?"

"Yes," said the bule man with a bitter face.

Suzanne stared at her father's departure with a pushy look.

"Mommy."

Her son's call was dulled making the woman immediately wipe away the tears that were about to fall. "This is your house too, dear. We go upstairs, right? Our room is upstairs."

The boy shifted his head back to his mother's chest. The woman then climbed the stairs.

Ken took the wheelchair into the room. He stopped her near the bed and helped her get out of the wheelchair.

"Grandfather, Grandpa's daughter is home. Shouldn't Grandpa's daughter take care of Grandpa, because my job is a lot, Cake. I'm afraid I can't take care of Grandpa properly."

The bule man who had just sat on the edge of the bed, was shocked and now looked at the Japanese man's face. "You promised me, didn't you?"

"It's true, but ...."

"I want you to keep your word" said the grandfather, insisting.

Ken stared for a moment at the man in front of him. He did not want to get into a second conflict because he wanted to end this agreement, but he could not. The flow of conflict will drag him deeper into this problem. Fortunately, tomorrow, he has the task of joining the symposium with doctor Barnes, so he can give both of them a chance to talk to each other. But no doubt he sighed softly. "Mmh, okay."

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The Japanese man was surprised when invited to breakfast on the back porch of the house by Charles. Although the view is quite cool, but there seems to be another reason why you should have breakfast there. He avoided meeting his own daughter, of course. However, it wasn't long.

"Daddy, why is breakfast here?" suzanne suddenly appeared there.

The face of the bule man immediately wrinkled, as it felt disturbed.

But the blonde haired woman who was coiled origin, like no matter. He sat between Ken and Charles at the table sitting his 5-year-old son by his side.

"Well, you eat toast, bacon and also beef eggs. I want ah!" too!" it was not intended for anyone. Then he took the plate. "Anthony, what do you want to eat? Some bread? With eggs?"

"Eh, can I help you, ma'am?" Ken offered to help. He wants to pull the egg plate of the cow's eye to get closer.

"Ken! Don't help them!" charles shouted with glittering eyes.