Find Me in 1000 Years

Why

The woman laughed.

"Don't joke! I was really surprised, you know!" nagging Ken, pissed off. He finished the cough and the bad taste because the water went into the nostrils.

"You think?" The woman was still laughing.

"Lucille, I'm choking," the man complained.

"If so, how?"

"Ilucille ...." The man's mouth was pursed with a frown.

"Lho, I'm not lying."

Ken looked closely at the beautiful woman's face. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're funny, Ken." The woman closed her mouth and was still laughing. "Why is it that when I declare love, you choke?"

"Because I'm surprised, of course."

Lucille looked even more serious by stopping her laughter. "I'm not pretty enough, Ken, for you."

The man was confused again. He scratched his head that was not itchy. "I like other people."

"Who?"

"Eh, that doesn't matter" said the man with an evasive look. It is the origin of speaking.

"Are you lying?"

Ken shrugged his shoulders. "Will believe it or not." He drank his cappucino again.

Lucille looked at the man's face. He took his tea cup. "If I wait, may?"

The man returned confused with a split eye view. "You .. don't know me. We just met. Can admiration be confused with love?" said wise.

"You turned out to be smart, too, not what you saw on the surface. Sure enough, we just met, but my heart immediately linked to you when we first met."

Ken looked back at the woman. "Surely so?"

"Yes, because I've never felt this way before."

The man, who was about to drink his cappucino again, came to a halt. He was looking for the right answer to stop it all. "I ... My life is complicated. Not what you imagined."

"Then we face the same problem."

"This I can't share with anyone. It won't."

"Why? Sharing it reduces the burden, "persuade the woman again.

The man wanted to explain but it was difficult. He remembered his mother's message. The only ones interested in her real life are the bad guys. While he did not want to explain to Lucille because he had just known her, and after knowing the woman liked him, he increasingly did not want to tell a story. "Here you go, there's no need to talk about me anymore, it's not important."

"I'm important to me, Ken."

Ken looked at the woman who owned the circus. "You're my boss. I don't want to have a complicated relationship with a co-worker."

"If I modelled you for business, would you mind my offer?"

"Boss ...." Ken cuba.

"Ok, ok, but I'm asking you to consider? You consider me. I might be able to solve your problems, if you want."

That's not possible, is it? "Eh, it's getting late. We better get home soon."

Lucille agreed.

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Bill still can't believe what he's hearing. Lucille went with Ken? To where? He just wanted to take her away. He heard this from Bob. The man sat pensively alone at the wooden dining table until he heard the sound of a motor from the parking direction. He thought it was Ken and Lucille, and sure enough. Both came until the man stood up. "Lucille, where are you from?"

"Go with Ken," the woman replied briefly and still stepped towards her caravan.

Bill glanced at Ken at a glance and then chased after the woman. "Ilucille ...."

The Japanese man scratched his head. Waduh, what coach likes Boss Lucille? Is my position in danger? I-I really don't know. Is Bill gonna be mad at me? Instantly, Ken's body went limp. It does not mean to hinder the love story of others. It's forced. Well, does he believe? The man scratched his head back and walked into Bill's caravan.

Shortly, Bill returned. He didn't find Ken in the caravan. Then he waited there.

It didn't take long, Ken went back into the caravan. He had just finished his bath and hung his towel around his neck.

"Eh, coach ...." He was a little afraid to see the bule man waiting for him. "Eh, sorry. I didn't go say." That's all he can say. About everything else, too complicated to say. He could only look down and stand at the door.

"Why are you there? Go, here!" call the bule man.

Ken came to him with his head down. He does not know the anger that will come out of Bill's mouth but he just resigned.

"Why is your head so down?"

"Sorry what?"

"I'm sorry I left earlier didn't say anything to you."

The man who sat on the chair and folded his hands on the chest, once again noticed the Japanese man. "What's your culture, regretting looking down?"

Ken nodded.

"But now you live in Europe surrounded by many Europeans so hold your head up!" bule said it was firm.

The Japanese man raised his head.

"For us, it's very important to talk face to face. Don't look down as if you're being hit by a major accident. Understood?"

Ken nodded.

"Well, where were you going with Lucille?"

Ken felt guilty. "Eh, I'm just following her request, sir. He said he's tired of being at the circus place all the time." He believes yes, but I'm not lying.

"Mmh .. so just a round-trip." The bule moved his hand and then scratched the base of the neck.

"Yes, sir."

"You're emh, don't stop somewhere, mmmh?" back that bule hand in motion.

"I don't know the way, so just go where Bing took me yesterday. There was a cafe and sat for a while."

This guy is very honest. It's too ridiculous to ask everything. "Mmh, then you should just go to bed, because early tomorrow you have to wake up as usual."

"Oh, yes, sir." Ken then put a dirty shirt and towel next to his bed and then he prepared to sleep. It was good that the man asked just to get there, but why?

The bule man also climbed into the bed past Ken's body. Both of them lay facing the ceiling. For a while they fell silent enjoying to be alone until Ken finally reopened his voice.

"Sir."

"Mk."

"Why aren't you mad I went with Boss Lucille?"

"Do you think I like him?"

"Lho, don't you think?" Ken tilted his head towards the man's bed.

"Yes, I like it." The bule man lay with his hands folded behind his head.

"Why not get angry?"

"Our boss doesn't have a boyfriend."

"meaning?"

"He's still a free man and anyone can compete for his heart."

"I'm not."

Bill was a little surprised to hear the Japanese man's confession. "Here, sleep there." The man turned his back on the Japanese man.

"Mk." Ken tilted his head in the opposite direction but then he turned around again. "Sir, may I ask you again?"

"Ask what?"

"Why is your name Bill, but you look more Italian than American? What's a mixed father?"

"I'm a real Italian."

"Then?" asked Ken surprised.

"I hate my real name."

The Japanese man gawked, but he did not dare to ask again.

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Ken wakes up early and goes through a routine. At the dinner table it turns out that many are surrounding Lucille like they are discussing something. He came closer. "What's wrong?"

"A, Ken. You want to be predicted?" ask Lisa when she sees it.

"What?"

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