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I finished covering Ken who was now lying in his bed. Looking at her innocent face while sleeping, I thought, when is the right time for me to tell you everything. Moreover, the fact that at any time I could experience misfortune by meeting Reiki in this building, made me anxious if Ken knew my story but not from myself.

But, how will he react later?

And now I don't feel like leaving him alone, in a state of unsanitary anyway. Anyway, why doesn't he just go back to his house anyway? 'Kan at his house, he's definitely taken care of by Aunt Kirana. But what if it's here?

"Ra ..." The voice of Ken called my name. His eyes opened slightly, while his hands moved to hold my hand. Then he closed again. Probably sleep.

From what I heard from the driver earlier, Ken had taken his medicine while waiting for me in the car. And now all he needs is rest.

But the thing is, my body feels sticky. I haven't had a shower, haven't eaten, and .. The most important thing is that I don't know who sent the expensive gift.

I slowly pulled my hand which was currently being held tightly by Ken. But it wasn't easy to take it off. Ken's too strong and won't let me go.

"Don't go ... Ra ...."

Ken's soft voice with his eyes closed was heard again.

"Yes. I'm not going anywhere, Ken. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom for a second, yeah,"

Okay, I think Ken still has consciousness even if it's very thin. The proof, he let go of my hand, and now his sleeping position is tilted back to me while hugging his roll.

I approached her ear and whispered, "You're sleeping. I'm not leaving." I stroked his head slowly, then I walked out of his room. Although Ken's room certainly has a bathroom, I'll never use it that far. I prefer to find another bathroom, in another room.

Wait, even if I intend to take a shower, don't I have no change of clothes?

Oh my goodness, how am I supposed to do this? I really need a shower because I am sick.

Turning a step back, I re-entered Ken's room. My only goal is one, the closet that's there. I was definitely looking for something like pajamas so I could change clothes after taking a shower. Let it be, permission later. If Kenneth had realized.

However, the closet I found and managed to open it turned out to not have what I was looking for. There are only a lot of bed linen, towels, bathrobe, and bedcover. Where are the clothes?

I patted the jidat. Forgetting. Artist where enough of his clothes in the closet only. Then I closed the closet and walked out of the room again. It was certain that he had a walk in closet like Reiki as well.

.... . ....

Awareness returned suddenly. I don't know what happened, I completely forgot. How can I end up in Ken's bed now? I even saw the man smiling sweetly looking at me, with his position supporting his head with one hand and lying on his side facing me.

"Rara Darling ..." her sweet voice sounded.

I woke up and sat down holding the blanket to keep my body closed. Even though I realized that my clothes were still intact in their place. I saw Ken get up and sit like me.

"Ken ..." My eyes widened with all bad thoughts. But I don't want to rush to accuse him.

"What?"

"Kok I can sleep here?"

Ken sniffed his shoulders. "I'm the one who wants to ask. How can you let me sleep? Uh but I really like it. The proof is, I'm instantly healed because I've been able to sleep with you." he took my hand and put my palm on his forehead.

"Cure what. You're still warm."

"Yes, but it's going to be quiet, Ra. My dizziness has also been much reduced. Perhaps the effect of the drug is indeed potent, and your presence as a complement to the effect of the drug."

I took a breath, not listening too much to her words just now. I just remembered that it looked like I was sleeping near Ken. But I don't know when I'll even get on her bed and share a blanket with her.

"I didn't know I was sleeping here."

"Times?"

"What time is it?"

"Hour 11."

"Hang?" I almost got shocked.

"Night."

Huh, almost. I think I forgot myself and ...

"Geez, Ken,"

"Why?"

"I'm hungry." Seriously, I'm that hungry. The intention was that after taking a shower, I would eat whatever I could eat in this apartment. Or if I have to, I intend to order food. But what happened was that I slept. Really, it's out of my control. Fatigue after work I can't avoid.

"Aren't you having dinner yet, Ra?"

"If I had eaten, I wouldn't be hungry, Ken."

"Yes, anyway. I haven't eaten either. But I'm not hungry."

"Whatever. That's your stomach." I opened the blanket and got out of bed immediately.

"Eh, where are you going?"

"Find food in your fridge."

Ken followed me who walked out of his room, and immediately snared in his refrigerator. There's lots of fruit, bread, milk, canned drinks, and ...

"No heavy food?" ask me without looking.

"Bread?"

"It doesn't exist, Ra. I forgot to tell my assistant to fill my fridge again."

"Trus what am I eating dong?"

"Open it up."

"Instant noodles you got?"

"I'm eating food, right?"

"No. Ineligibility. I'm gonna make some noodles."

"Why should instant noodles anyway, Ra? I don't agree."

In this passage, Ken's words really reminded me of Reiki. It turns out they're the same. Both of them do not like instant noodles, and do not like when I eat instant noodles as well.

"But that's my way of ninja if you're hungry, Ken." when that food was my favorite and Alya's for a long time.

"And here there are no instant noodles. I'm going to eat food, okay?"

"Old."

"Not long, Ra." Ken, who was about to walk to his room to pick up his phone, suddenly stopped his steps. "Eh, what if I make you some fried rice?"

uh huh?

"One. Do you have rice? Two. Can you cook?"

Ken folded both his hands on his chest. "One. I have rice. Because last afternoon Sam stopped by and brought rice and side dishes here. And I just ate the side dish, but the rice I didn't touch. Two. Yes, I can cook. I'm not a spoiled kid who can't do anything. Besides I was too handsome, I also studied in America alone. That means I am independent and forced to cook. Clear?"

I can cook forced. Hadeh ...

I'm just ber'oh'ria.

Ken immediately walked towards the refrigerator and picked up the ingredients he needed for his fried rice. Now I follow him, and watch his work.

"Are you sure you want to eat rice at this hour?"

"Confident."

"Later fat, Ra."

"Belgroff."

"Oh, I'm not gonna let you hold on. I'll take you to ngegym. Let's get together" he said seriously, as his hands cut through the sausage.

"I don't like sports."

"You're a very unhealthy lifestyle, Ra."

"Yes, is it?!"

"That's it."

"What did I help you with?"

"No need. You'll eat it."

"But you're sick again, Ken."

"It's healing, baby. 'You've been sleeping."

I slapped his shoulder slowly. "What the hell. I told you, I didn't consciously get into your bed."

"Very well, Ra. I'm a moo."

I just stared at him flat. And he returned me with his snort. Suddenly I remembered something I wanted to tell him. "Oh yes, Ken. Someone wants me to tell you."

"Whatuh? It's important, like."

"Hm, yes .. my life story ...."

"Yes, the story. You should tell me the same. As a girlfriend, I must know your story."

As I weighed to begin with where, the doorbell apparently rang. It made me look at Ken in confusion. "Who's coming in these nights?" ask him.

"don't know. If it was Sam, he would have gone in." Ken put the knife down. "Yes, I want to see first. You can slice the meatballs?"

"Misache. Just a meatball doang."

"Good." a kiss on my cheek Ken let loose before he stepped towards the door.

I started slicing the meatballs into small pieces. In the meantime, my ears also caught Ken's voice welcoming his guests. Guests who come at eleven o'clock more. Perhaps an important guest, given how important Ken is right now.

Suddenly my slicing hand stopped its movement when I clearly heard the name called Ken at this moment.

"Wah wah... What kind of tumben Mas Rei here?"

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Sorry old update. I'm busy with real-world affairs .... 😥