Find Me in 1000 Years

Old Beggar

"Heh, I'm not bothering you, why do you want to interfere!" A man in a sleeveless and tattooed t-shirt mocked him.

"Yes, you're right. You're not bothering me but disturbing my conscience. So it's best to stop you guys or I'll really get involved!" menacam Ken's.

His words really ignited the anger of the men so much that the three tattooed people surrounded him. Ken put up the horses. When one attacked, the man fended off violently and turned around. He quickly severed the opponent's hand.

"Aah!"

The others attacked again with a raw bogem that the Japanese man turned to the back, then Ken kicked the thug until it fell to the ground. The next opponent was driven by Ken in a different way.

"Damn, motherfucker!" The fallen thugs got back up. The three cheat by attacking simultaneously but Ken can fend it off. After a long duel, they began to fall down one by one. The bodies of the thugs began to hurt in several places.

"Of ...."

"Nh ...."

"...."

"You should leave before I go any further." Ken gave a warning.

The three thugs finally left hunchbackingly. The Japanese man now turned to the old kingpin. He helped my grandmother stand up. The mad grandmother just looked at Ken. His eyes did not blink.

"Grandma's okay?"

"Eh, it's okay, son."

Ken was about to tidy up the grandmother's clothes but his hand was immediately restrained by the grandmother.

"Not to."

"Eh, sorry, Grandma. Not I mean ...."

"Yes, grandma knows." The old woman nodded.

"Eh, wait." Ken took his wallet out of his pants pocket. He gave some money to the grandmother. "Don't forget to eat, Grandma. Winter is coming soon."

"Thank you."

The man also left. The grandmother looked at Ken's back, the longer it got farther away. The old woman kept looking until she was invisible again.

Why is it that when I start a new life, you come. You remind me of those memories. Is that you? You're the one I'm looking for first? If it's true he's alive, he'll be your whole life ....

The woman's net is glazed. There were memories that were hard to forget that had been stored for a long time, suddenly ventured into the air. Open old wounds.

You may not be him but have entered into my story, his poignant mind bowed languidly.

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That afternoon, the Japanese man again walked down the street and checked where the old grandmother was yesterday. Right in front of the bank in a narrow alley. Yeah, it's a narrow alley so it's not weird there's goons hanging around there but it's quiet right now.

There's no way Grandma looks even her wagon that she pulled like yesterday. Where's that grandma? Let's just hope he gets a safe place to take shelter, Ken's mind while hoping.

After a short walk, he returned to the restaurant where he worked. He found a beautiful woman of crazy stature sitting on one of the middle table chairs, with nothing on the table. She is about 40 years old but still beautiful at her most mature age.

"Eh, is Madam waiting for food or hasn't ordered yet?" Ken kindly asked.

"Mmh?" The female Netra caught Ken's face and was shocked. It was not a surprise, but something that pleased him. "Oh, I don't know what to buy." The black haired bule woman's netra could not be separated from looking at the man in front of her.

"Our restaurant is new, maybe Madam is not familiar with the food here. What does the lady like? Europe? Italy?" The Japanese man opened the menu for the woman.

"You're the Chef here, huh?"

"Not Chef, Madam. Just a regular cook." Ken corrected.

"What are you cooking?" she asked, smiling at Ken. Her big nose beautifies the face of the beautiful woman like a monalisa painting.

"Oh, can. I drank ice jasmine tea?"

"Okay, Madam." Ken then went to the kitchen.

The waiter then delivers the food to the restaurant guests. He soon returns and searches for the Japanese man. "Ken, the customer's looking for you."

"Why? Doesn't it taste good?" He took off his apron.

Back the rested chefs, glanced at the two. They immediately put on their ears, curious.

"Don't know. He said he wanted to talk to this food maker."

"Eh, okay." Ken came out to the woman who looked rich. The woman was smoking.

"What's up, Madam?" The food was not touched. Does this woman want to talk to me, like Mr Ramires' son? His mind went back to what happened some time ago.

"You're not at work, are you? Can you please talk to me?"

The man was busy dispelling the cigarette smoke as he began to cough.

”Oh, sorry." The woman immediately switched off her cigarette on a small plate. "Can't you?"

"Eh, sorry, Madam. I'm afraid to interrupt, madam."

"Oh, no. I just don't get excited if I have to eat alone."

"But I'm just a cook, ma'am."

"It's okay. Come on." Comeon."

With a heavy heart, the man sat down. It was actually uncomfortable for him to sit with the rich madam, but after all the customer was king. As long as the woman did nothing strange, she was forced to accompany her.

"What's your name?" ask the woman, gently. He started cutting the chicken in front.

"What to say name?"

"Must dong. When I don't know who I'm talking to?" protest the woman in a soft voice. His lips curled upwards.

"Ken. My name is Ken."

"I'm Magdalena. You can call me Lena." The woman bribed the meat she cut. "Mmh, delicious. You're very good at cooking. You're this school?"

"Oh, no, Madam. Just take the course. Back in the orphanage I liked helping the head of the orphanage."

"The orphanage?" Suddenly the woman choked and coughed.

Ken hurriedly brought the woman a drinking glass. "Eh, here, Madam."

By pinning her shoulder-length black hair behind her ear first, the woman began to drink. The cold tea saved his throat.

"The lady better not talk when she's eating." The man advised. "Eh, sorry, Madam. I'm going to the kitchen first." He left the woman and went to the kitchen.

"Eh, yeah." The woman's eyes suddenly felt warm and inundated. Are you the one I've been looking for Ken all this time? He breathed heavily to stop the fret.

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When he was about to go home, Ken was curious about the old grandmother to take the time to come to the place again because of worry, but the old grandmother and her cart were lost to the earth. He finally got home by bus.

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Tomorrow, somehow Ken is still curious. At about 10 o'clock, where others were busy preparing spices to cook, he came out claiming to want to buy bread for breakfast. Actually he returned to the place where he had met the grandmother, but the result was a big zero. He still could not find the old woman.

Ken ended up buying a few slices of bread at the bakery and then came back. Somehow his legs still want to try to make sure he returns until he finally goes back there. But this time, he saw the grandmother and her cart. Grandma was being gang-raped by thugs!