Find Me in 1000 Years

Idiots

"Kenzie, did you hear me?" asked the man but in a lower tone of voice than before. He knew Ken was shocked when he got angry in front of his son.

The young man looked still confused so the man set up the young man who was crouching in front of the fridge and sitting on the chair. He hugged Ken's body. "I'm sorry, I don't intend to babysit you but you're naughty, repeatedly trying what you're forbidden. That's why I like to panic with you, Kenzie." He rubbed the young man's back.

"What is my pain?" The young man looked up.

The man was like a confusion. "People call you an Idiot or a retarded but to dad, you're just a kid who needs special attention. Do not play with other children. Just stay here with me so you don't get hurt by them. Understood, mmmh?" He lowered his face to look at Ken.

The young man nodded.

The man cupped Ken in the face and wiggled at him out of pleasure. "So dong, father's son."

Then the man took the cold coffee bottle he put on the table and put it back into the fridge. "Wait a minute, I'll cook first. Want to add some mushrooms, won't they be omelets?" He showed the mushrooms he had taken, then returned to the kitchen.

An idiot? Am I a special needs child, but why do I still think like a normal person?

Ken then went back to the room. He looked for a mirror to see himself. Although a little afraid of what he would see, he ventured.

A young man appearing with straight bangs of hair made him look like a foolish and outdated youth. But if you pay attention, this is only a matter of outward appearance. When Ken tilted his bangs a little as he used to dress up, he looked normal. Is it true that he is not as normal as the man said he is?

Unfinished he looked at himself in the mirror, the man now called out to him.

"Kenzie!"

Ken hurried back. 'Yes, Dad." He immediately sat down in the chair provided and took a fork. He cut the omelet with a fork and bribed it. "Mmh, good."

The man smiled. He watched Ken's bangs sideways, then straightened them. "Spend yes?"

"Mk." The young man nodded.

The man had also poured Ken a glass of juice. "Let's help dad work?"

"What work?"

The man smiled back. "As usual."

I help him work? Work what? Am I not an idiot? Can I help him work?

All that was answered after Ken finished his late breakfast. He was taken to the first floor of the house which was a little messy. The room is like a studio. There was a large canvas that was still white leaning against the wall and several large paint cans with different colors were on the floor.

"What is this, Dad?" ask Ken.

"Cat, when you forgot? You're gonna help me paint a painting."

"I'll take a shower, okay?" the young man said he was going back upstairs.

"Lho, there's no need. You're better off just like that."

"Huh?" The young man did not understand the last sentence the man said.

The bule man set up Ken in front of the canvas. He then opened one of the cans of paint and began scooping it with a large spoon and then flushing it towards the young man.

"Dad?" Ken's surprised. Why was he suddenly doused in paint?

"Don't move, Kenzie. I'm making a shadow."

"Huh?"

The man again took out a large spoonful of paint and splashed it onto the young man's body on the other side. The paint splashed up to the canvas behind it.

Ken was still confused but he remained upright standing. He could not understand why the man had doused him with such a lot of paint.

"Don't move, Ken." The man reminded. He changed the color of the paint and re-watered his son with the paint on the rest of his body. Sometimes he watches Ken and then waters him again until the man is done. "Already, Kenzie. The painting is done."

The young man moved but the man pulled him. The man flipped over Ken's body in order to see the painting he had made. "See father's painting."

"Well, is it a painting?"

"Mmh?" Ken did not understand but he nodded to please the man.

"Yes, you can take a shower."

Ken then climbed back up to the second floor and went into the bathroom, but before closing the man went in, making the young man surprised. "Dad?"

"Here I help you clean your face."

"I can do it myself, Dad."

"No, you can't because in the bathroom there's no mirror."

As his face cleared, Ken's eyeballs spun around looking around. Sure enough, the bathroom doesn't have a mirror. The man cleaned the young man's face up to the neck with soap.

"Good to clean it immediately so it's easy to clean." The man then came out. "Died rinse your face. Your legs and hands, you can be alone, right?"

"Yes, Dad." The young man then cleaned himself up.

A few moments later Ken came down. The man was continuing his painting with another addition. He saw the young man step out.

"Go first, Dad!" ken shouted towards the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"Mmd? Just go for a walk."

"You can't go to a lot of places. You go to the forest."

Mmhs? The grove? "Why the woods, Dad?"

"Ck, didn't you hear what Dad said? If you don't go to the woods, you're home."

The grove? It's not a fun place to see. Why go to the forest? Was the forest as dark and dense as it was on the island?

"You hear what Dad said, Kenzie?" The man began to put the brush he was holding onto the paint can.

"Eh, yes, yes" said the young man quickly, rather than being allowed at all by the man.

"The forest is behind our house?"

"Yes, yes."

"Later if long, I'll follow. You like stray, usually."

Ken finally got out. He who was a little confused by his current state, wanted to get out to breathe some fresh air. In that area, there is much to see. The houses are nice like his house and it looks like he lives in a middle-class housing. He wanted to look out but he remembered the man wouldn't let him. As a result, he circled the house and entered the forest.

The so-called forest was not so monotonous as he had seen at that time because it turned out that the forest there was a pine forest. The view is very beautiful and there is a lake with calm water there.

"Oh, good as it turns out," the young man murmured. He then searched the place alone.

Without realizing it, a man was watching his movements in that place. He followed exactly where Ken went.

Why is my head spinning again? The young man touched his forehead. All of a sudden it was dark and Ken fell unconscious to the ground.

The man was still watching and waiting. Is that guy gonna pick her up again?

He waited a long time but no one came. The man then came to Ken's body and carried him.

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