Find Me in 1000 Years

Relapsing

"Kenzie .. quickly wake up! Today you have to help me with my work again!"

Ken was forced to get up, because, from the tone of his voice, the man was nearby. The young man opened his eyes with a slight narrowing, and looked around with a puzzled look. This where is it? Whose room is this? Why does he call me Kenzie? Who is it .... He looked for the owner of the voice.

A bule man in his early 40s laid his waist on him looking at him. Ken raised his head but felt dizzy until he touched his forehead.

"Kenzie .. You must be secretly drinking your father's Champagne again huh?"

Ken looked back at the man. This guy 'is bule, why call himself 'dad'? Is he my father? And why am I called Kenzie? My real name is Kenzie, but no one calls me Kenzie but this guy ....

The man came to Ken. His body is strong and tall. He immediately revealed the blanket that covered the young man's body and returned to his waist. "Come on! Do you want to cut it up or go down by yourself?" he said it in English.

"Eh?" This guy is really a coercion huh? I just woke up. With a scowl Ken shifted his legs and descended slowly from the bed. He tried to stand up but could not fall back. It was fortunate that the man quickly caught the young man's body.

"Sorry, my head is still dizzy."

"Yes already, daddy's fat." The man swiftly carried Ken on the shoulder.

"G ...." The young man was a little surprised by the man's movements to the point that he was already on the man's shoulder. Ken was then taken out. He was then placed in the dining table chair.

"What do you want to eat, Kenzie? Bread again?"

The young man was still rubbing his eyes as he had just woken up. "Mmd? My head is still dizzy. Can I sleep again now?"

The man sat on the chair beside the young man. "What's? No. gabe. You have to eat first and then go to sleep again. Come on, what's breakfast going to do?"

Ken was silent for a moment. "I really want to go to sleep, my head is low. I don't want to eat" he whined. He really can't stand it with a dizzy head like that.

"Listen to me first, huh?" The man raised his index finger. "Daddy will make honey water for the antidote to alcohol, right? Try it first." He stood up immediately.

The young man of course scowled. When dizzy like this, he prefers to sleep than do other things.

"It." The man placed a glass of honey water in front of Ken. "Come, drink."

Ken tried.

"Pent at least half of it!"

The young man's forehead shriveled wanting to protest. With great difficulty he drank it. After half of it, he put the glass on the table while wiping his mouth.

"Breakfast?"

"Have ... later I vomit ...." The young man almost cried from being forced to eat. In such a dizzy head state, he could not think clearly. After all, he was afraid of the man because he was tall and stocky even though his body was slim.

Unexpectedly, the man rubbed Ken's head gently. "Yes already, but next time don't drink your Champagne again huh? Otherwise, you will have a hard day eating. Mmh?"

Did I drink her Champagne? When's? Ah, this is how hard it is to change someone else's body. Someone else did, I got hit, huh .... Ken began to remember, that now he must have moved dimensions again, whether to whose body.

The man again carried the young man's body and brought him into the room earlier. Ken was again laid on the bed and given a blanket up to his neck. The man leaned his face and kissed the young man's forehead. "When you recover, have a quick breakfast?"

When he closed his eyes, the young man could not sleep. He was still confused as to who he was. Why does he have a Caucasian father? Yes, the original father is half bule , but have a father bule what is possible? He never thought, even though he was grateful. The man who became his father this time was very kind. Soon, he fell asleep again.

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Ken awoke as the sunlight came in from the blinds on the window into his room which was now starting to feel warm. He tried to sit back and remember what happened. He had just calmed the storm and fell unconscious. Was it that time he moved?

He remembered Mira. He hoped that Mira would not be carried away by the storm, because at that time he was concentrating on conquering the storm until he forgot about the existence of the girl there.

He looked back at his simple room. There was no furniture in the room, including a clock on the table. There is only a table with chairs and a closet, but that does not mean he lives in a cheap room because the furniture includes good items even though it is not expensive. The walls are new, as are the tables, chairs and cabinets. Did he just move house?

His head was so light that he got out of bed and went out. His stomach was starting to feel hungry.

"Kenzie, are you awake?" The man was at the dinner table, writing something on a piece of paper.

The young man was surprised. He did not expect to meet the man so quickly until he was glued to the spot.

"Kenzie, why are you staying there? Come, come here, eat," the bule man ordered as he pulled the chair beside him.

Slowly Ken stepped closer. There was actually a strange feeling when the young man was close to the man. From the eyes of the eagle the man alone was already seen, the man seemed to want to control himself.

"Kenzie what do you want to eat? Omelette or bread?" The man looked at the young man in front.

"Anything."

"If you want an omelet, I'll make it."

"There's milk, Dad?"

The man gave a rough breath. "I've said many times, YOU CAN'T DRINK MILK OR COFFEE, UNDERSTAND!" he said with a stifled angry tone.

Ken was quite surprised to see the man snapping at him, but he only asked for milk. "Eh ...."

The man is trying to control himself. He tried to lower his voice. "I'm sorry, dad, huh? Let me make you an omelette." The man then moved into the kitchen while pocketing the paper.

Near the table was a refrigerator. The man just took the egg from there. Ken got up and wanted to drink something cold out of the fridge. He then checked it.

There are juices, mineral water and also coffee. And some food too. The young man frowned. He touched the cold coffee bottle. Why can't I drink this?

Suddenly the young man was shocked because the man was suddenly already beside him and snatched the bottle of coffee drink. "Kenzie!"

Ken's scared. The man's face in anger was terrifying, like a lion wanting to go berserk.

"'And I've told you many times, YOU CAN'T DRINK THIS OR YOUR ILLNESS WILL RECUR AGAIN!"

A disease? What disease do I have?