Stay with me, Ken!

Eat up!

Despite being quiet and no one, Ken remained vigilant. Before going out he ascertained the situation around by raising his head from behind the bathroom door. Once confirmed safe enough, he came out with a sneak so as not to cause sound.

"Eat first, let it not hurt" the familiar voice shocked him and stopped his steps. Ken who was already holding the door handle turned his body back then and there.

He saw Al sitting quietly on the sofa in front of the TV. The position is facing towards the dining room.

Which makes Ken surprised, in front of him already presented packaging and drinking glasses.

"When did he sit there? There's all food, when to buy it?"

Ken was still staring at the door with his clothes half wet and his hair still dripping with water. His eyes were on the source of the sound.

"Buruan" Al orders again. He deliberately raised his voice to be heard clearly by Ken.

"I'm not hungry!" Ken ventured to answer. He deliberately lied because he was still afraid of being annoyed with the man. For that he deliberately refused his offer even though his stomach was so hungry and wanted to ask for food.

"I ordered food for you. Take,"

Ken was silent. Wanting to enter the room he did not dare, willing to approach the man his body was locked.

"Remain or command. It's so rough" Ken's getting along with that guy.

With no reaction from Ken, the man got up from his seat. He brought a box and a glass filled with drinks towards Ken. His calm steps drew closer towards Ken standing up.

"Here, eat while it is warm" said the man, holding out the food in his hand.

Ken is still staring. He did not receive the box because he was quite upset. Tired of cooking even his hands splashed with oil but not touched at all. They prefer the food they buy.

"If the intention of the hawker why did he not say from the afternoon. I don't have to cook for him" Ken once said, but his mouth remained locked. He did not dare to say a word once Al was in front of him.

"This," said the man again. His hand stayed outstretched toward Ken. Long enough because Ken hesitated to accept it.

Eventually Ken was forced to take the parcel out of fear that it would cause more trouble if he refused.

"Thank you,"

"Change your clothes before eating. Wanna show off, huh?" after saying that word, Al turned his body around and returned to his original place. Without seeing Ken's reaction, he resumed eating quietly.

Ken examined his body, his eyes were rounded and his face suddenly red. He just realized if he came out of the bathroom without wearing a daleman. Because the shirt he was wearing was wet by water droplets from his hair, automatically his big enough chest was clearly covered.

"Exhibiting? That's his mouth,"

"Ah" she complained so embarrassed.

"I was so careless again" Ken went into his room without saying goodbye first with the owner of the house. He closed the door and sat down on the side of the bed.

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"Tok..tok...tok....," Ken's room door was knocked.

Ken had just changed his clothes, the food Al loved was still on his bed.

"What else is it?" mumbled wailing.

Ken walked slowly towards the door as the knock was repeated.

"Have you eaten yet?" al asked as soon as Ken opened the door and stood in front of him.

Ken did not reply, but he turned to the bed where the food had not been touched at all. Al who followed Ken's line of sight only smiled faintly.

"Eat it outside. The movie's good,"

"Buruan, yes!"

After saying the last sentence, Al turned his body and walked again towards the sofa.

Ken took his food box, then left the room. He did not go to where Al was waiting for him, but he stuck the food box in the fridge.

Ken's back at the dinner table. This time he mixed the kale that he had made with full struggle and poured the empty clap in the dish. With Al's plate and drink, he approached the man.

"Cock the food in the fridge taro?" al asked who had seen Ken from his seat.

"Make tomorrow. Now just eat this," he said casually while scooping the shell of kale and feed it into his mouth.

"Snake food like this you eat?"

"Yes. It's not what,"

"Dispose, the food is not worth eating,"

"I cooked it with great difficulty. It only looks like this, but it tastes good,"

"Sorry, if I can't eat food like that,"

"Understanding. You people who make money easily throw away foods that you don't like, because it's too easy to make money so you can eat whatever you want,"

"But for us who have been like this will not be like that. Being able to eat like this is already a sustenance worth being grateful for. So I'm not going to throw this food away" Ken said.

Al could only remain silent. What Ken said has a point. He has struggled to make cooking but because of the gosong easily he ordered other foods.

"As a child, I have to be smart to spend money from my mother. Important tuition and transport, sir. If only stomach business. If again there is money can eat with fish or chicken, if you can find rice as sambel also happy,"

"Don't be so dramatic?" sahut Al.

"Who is dramatizing. It's fact. For me the main course. Obviously it costs a lot for our size. Not to mention paying the contract. Know for yourself, contracting in Jakarta is not cheap. The map I live in is only 2x3 meters but must pay 300 thousand per month. It's still a good thing that mom works here her salary is good, so we can still manage it well,"

"I'm sorry, I just let the food you've served,"

"And you said, sir. It's nothing, really. I was wrong. I'm not used to doing kitchen work, yet,"

"Are you not sick stomach spent vegetables and side dishes that much," asked Al with a face full of astonishment.

"Please calm down, sir. Long intestine. Eating this will not make ngep, and fortunately again, despite eating a lot of my body in this way. He...he.....,"

Al forced himself to smile seeing Ken eating his own cooking even though it looked more like a frying pan's butt. In addition to black, the meat he bit also looks alot. Ken seemed so troubled to bite him.

They just keep chatting. Although Al initially asked to watch tv manun he was more interested in Ken babbling. Until the food ran out as well as the warm capuccino that was obtained from Al was dry in his throat, Ken remained seated in front of Al. He did not realize when he stopped babbling and fell asleep on the sofa.

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