Stay with me, Ken!

Breakfast First

"The hope has come! It has to be a bit long! Rame is really shopping, not as usual," Mr. Parman who just appeared with a plastic tent in his right hand greeted Al who had just come out of the GYM. He gave a reason why it could be a long time even though Al did not ask about it.

"Want breakfast now?" asked the old man to Al.

"I want to take a shower, first" said Al briefly and stepped again towards the kitchen. He wanted to fill his tumbler with warm water because he believed Ken did not provide drinking water for himself in the room.

"I think I want breakfast first" Mr. Parman said that because usually Al went straight to his room after finishing sports.

"You need water" Al showed the empty bottle in his hand to Mr. Parman.

"Yes, I'm ready first" Mr. Parman then put his groceries on the table and began to remove the contents of the plastic bag.

While filling the drinking water, Al faintly heard Ken's voice chattering alone in his room. Maybe he didn't know that Al had come out of the GYM and was in the kitchen, right by the door of his room.

"It turns out this password is. It's connected," the pekikang girang.

"Hah ..basic freak. Make the password kok impression very ngarep so. Strange shit, you know," he said again.

"Based on a perverted brain" exclaimed Ken again.

"Ehem...," Ken heard the voice of a person thumping quite loudly and it was quite airy. He got up from the bed and stepped slowly towards the door. Ken wants to make sure who the owner of the voice is.

"Oh, Mr. Parman. I guess he is," Ken can be a little relieved. After he peeked out from behind the window of his room, he saw Mr. Parman was taking out a white box from a large black plastic bag.

"Breakfast has come. I'll pack first. And then it continued again,"

[Ceklek] the sound of the door opening.

Ken emerged from his room and immediately approached Mr. Parman.

"Let me do it, sir!" hurriedly he took the crackle bag and cleaned it up.

"Yes, the offal satay and the quail egg are here," Mr. Parman pointed to the white strofoam of considerable size when Ken was already standing by his side.

"Yes, sir. Let me prepare. Is it usually the big master of live sports eating?" ask Ken to Mr. Parman.

"I want breakfast now,"

Ken twisted his body, he turned towards the source of the sound.

"Jeder...," Ken was shocked beyond measure. Al was in the kitchen, resting his body on the kitchen set and holding a Tumbler filled with mineral water.

Ken smiled wryly. He thought it was not good, but he behaved appropriately in front of the man.

"Yes, sir" said Ken, nodding his head.

'I prepare first," added Ken again.

"I want a blow first" Mr. Parman immediately left them both.

"Something seems wrong, nih," said Mr. Parman as he exited. The man shook his head while smiling knots. He headed to the front page, as usual. Every morning he cleaned the yard first before doing anything else.

[In the dining room again ]

Breakfast was ready, satay innards and risoles in the box of Strofoam was also issued Ken. After preparing the spoon and star fruit juice he made this morning, Ken turned his body around. I want to go back to his room again.

"Don't go in first," Al who had already sat down at the table and observed what the girl was doing from the corner of her eyes, hurriedly prevented Ken from leaving her.

"Sit there, don't stand there. The prince didn't need to escort him at the dinner table," Al rebuked as Ken was still standing beside him.

"Yes, sir," with a slight hesitation, Ken sat on the chair appointed by Al, the exact seat in front of him.

"Let's eat,"

"It's too early, sir. Ken answered looking for an excuse. How is he still embarrassed by the incident but, especially if Al heard his grumbling in the room earlier.

"I have breakfast at lunch. 10 O'clock, sir,"

"Why,"

"Let's be fair,"

"Now eat. You don't have to skimp while here,"

Al began to scoop his porridge, calmly devouring the still warm Betawi porridge.

"Why? Is there anything strange?" ask Al again. He sees Rey still silent and has not touched his meal.

"No,"

"It's good that you've changed your mind. You called me a strange creature,"

"Lunches..," again Ken gulped his own tongue.

"Duh, it turns out that he was horrified," cried inwardly. He tried to stay calm because he was embarrassed.

"Don't be surprised, the walls in this house are more sophisticated than cctv. Not only could he record the mannerisms of the people in this house, he could also read the contents of one's heart,"

"Huek..," Ken pretended to vomit at Al's utterance.

"You think I'm a little girl. You were so horrified by my babbling, that you could say it like that" whispered Ken.

"Eat, what to feed?"

"Yes, yes" Ken hurriedly took his spoon. A moment later his mouth had chewed gently the chicken porridge is still warm. He remained lowered, not daring to look at Al even though the person was not observing him.

"Sir, I'm asking permission. I want to go to college. Consultation,"

"What time?"

"Abis Dzuhur,"

"Today you asked me a lot,"

Ken was silent, he did not understand the direction of the conversation of the person in front of him.

"If I can't, I'll go next time" Ken said desperately. Looks like her mother's employer objected if she asked permission to leave the job. Mungki. Because he's only been in this house for two days.

Al kept scooping his porridge, occasionally he biting offal sate puncture as his side dish. Keep it that way until the contents of the sterofoam are empty.

After that he got up from his seat and walked towards the gallon. Take a glass, fill it with warm water and sip it until the glass is empty.

"Ah, I forgot to prepare the water," Ken again regretted his senility but he let it go because the man had already done it himself.

Al has now turned around and wants to go back to his room. He let Ken who was still sitting at the dinner table because the porridge was still half the container.

"Can you, sir?"

"You must go back to the magrib sabelum,"

"Ready, Sir. It's not long. Because today my supervising lecturer doesn't give lectures,"

Al was silent, he did not give any reaction to Ken's explanation. He returned to his room, of course with his trademark. Stepping leisurely, walk up the stairs one by one. If this is the case, Ken will continue to look at him from afar, he is so enjoying the back of the man that symbolizes his sturdiness.

After Al disappeared from his sight, Ken immediately finished his chicken porridge, washed the dishes and returned to his room. He must make sure that there is no reason that can make his lecturer doodle back the script.

Ken was so excited, he had already obtained permission and would make good use of that trust.

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