Find Me in 1000 Years

Care

Ken is shocked to see Don enter his room with a bodyguard carrying a cloth bag. The bodyguard placed the bag containing Ken's clothes on the floor.

The Japanese man immediately stood up to welcome Don who came limping with a stick one on his armpit.

"So how? I've done your thing with them and they've let you go."

The Japanese man looked surprised.

"I have also paid your fine, so they won't bother you anymore."

"But if they cheat ...." Ken stopped saying because if he didn't pay, would Lucille let him go?

"You'll be working as my son's bodyguard from today." The man gave the order.

"Well, sir," said Ken slightly lowered his head and it relieved Don.

"Yes, my son goes to school from Monday to Friday at 7 a.m. Make sure you follow him at school too."

"Eh, fine, sir." Ken was still lowered until the man came out of his room.

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Ken went to the spacious kitchen where there were many female employees working there, both young and old. "Eh, I'm sorry ladies, can I take this one loaf?" In front of him was a basket of bread that was simply placed on the table.

The women turned their heads towards the Japanese man and then turned their heads again towards a middle-aged woman. Looks like that woman is leading the entire female employee there. "Mmh, you must be Miss Freya's bodyguard huh?"

"Oh, her name is Freya? I don't know."

"Mmh, if the bodyguard is actually his desk there." The woman told another room of the place.

"Oh, so I can't come to the kitchen huh? Sorry." Ken was about to move into the room but then the woman called out to him.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Ken, Auntie."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything, Auntie, doesn't matter."

"Oh, yeah." But for the second time, the woman stopped him. "Wait, Ken!"

"Yes?" The man's steps stopped.

"You look polite. You can eat at that little table if you want," said the woman whose black hair had been mixed with white hair and curled up neatly.

"really?" Netra Ken perfectly rounded. He was so happy. "Of course I want to, Auntie." He then sat in one corner of the room in the kitchen that had a small table for those who wanted to eat in the kitchen.

During this time, who eat in the kitchen is a kitchen worker or housekeeper who is dominated by women. While the bodyguard is separated in another room because the average bodyguard tends to be rough and bossy.

But seeing Ken as polite and different from the other bodyguards, the head of the household allowed the man to eat there.

"It's your dinner." A young woman brought it to Ken.

"Thank you."

"And this is drinking." Another brought a drink.

"Mmh, thank you." Ken nodded his head happily. For a moment, Ken was familiar with them in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard dining room began to fill up. One by one the bodyguards started coming to eat. They see Ken eating in the kitchen and start to disturb him. Fortunately, the Japanese man had finished eating.

"Hey, you! Why even eat there, like women," said one of the bodyguards with short white hair, who saw it there. He laughed mockingly.

Ken came to them. "Oh, because it's quiet. I eat there. Oh, ja. My name is Ken." He offered his hand but no one welcomed him, so he pulled his hand back. Even the three bodyguards looked indifferent.

"He, he said, had saved the Boss from the man who wanted to kill him. How heroic is that?" the blonde taunts still talking to her friend and ignores Ken.

"Yes, indeed. It was just a coincidence, anyway," replied the Japanese man flatly.

But that sentence provoked the anger of the blonde. He suddenly stood up and pulled a rough Ken collar. "You're not a great pretent here huh, mentang-about new people and immediately become the attention of the Boss. You're nothing, you know!" He took off the Japanese man. "The bot doesn't have, looks stupid!" He pushed it rough.

Ken doesn't take it. He wanted to protest but at that time, another bodyguard who was the leader of the bodyguards there came. "Oh, Ken. Boss is looking for you."

"What's? Oh, yeah." Ken then followed the man.

"Mmh, I'm Jhon, the head of the bodyguard here." The bule man with black hair thrust his hand at the Japanese man. "If there's anything, you just tell me."

Ken welcomed Jhon's hand. "Oh, Ken." Oh, thankfully you came, otherwise I had a fight with your men. Next time I don't have to get close to them anymore, rather than cause trouble, because I'm not here at my request either. Mmh.

They then entered Don's room by knocking on the door first.

"Lake in!"

The man with the middle hair was a little gray, sitting on the sofa by the window. Ken and Jhon came to the man.

"Mmh, can you use a gun, Ken?" asked the middle-aged man directly to the point.

"Weapons?"

The man showed me a gun placed on the table beside him. "It's for you."

Ken rolled his eyes. "Oh, I don't have a gun." He shook his hand.

"Why?"

"I'm not just, if the gun. I don't want to."

"So what are you holding to protect my son? A knife? Can you hold a knife?"

"If it is, it's okay."

Don smiled as he felt funny to this man. "Lho, isn't it with a gun faster than the problem? I was just about to ask Jhon to teach you how to use a gun."

"Ah, no," the Japanese man refused slowly.

Don was silent as he looked at Ken. He was still not fully able to let this one man without having the ability to use a gun, as it recalled what happened to him yesterday. If the guard can escape for him, it is not impossible that the next target is his daughter. "How about you learn to use a gun on Jhon. Maybe it'll be needed."

Ken turned to Jhon beside him. "Ok, okay."

At least the middle-aged man's heart was relieved.

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Freya was shocked when she heard a knock on her door. He was seriously doing schoolwork. "Who?"

The door opened and Ken's head appeared. "Eh, sorry, Miss. You don't need me, do you? I'm gonna go out for a minute."

The girl scowled in annoyance. Of course, because his concentration broke just because of that useless question. He picked up a pillow and threw it at Ken. "Polluted!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry. Yeah, yeah, I've been bothering you." Ken had to close the door.

But there was another sound of screaming from behind the door. "Hey! You!!"

The man scratched his head which was not itchy. Well, what else is this .... Ken tried to open the door again and looked inside. "Yes?"

"Give me my pillow!" the girl shouted in her anger.