Stay with me, Ken!

I'm Hungry

"Yes, Sir. There's an incoming SMS. The 50GB quota is already in," cried Ken from his room.

"Thank you, yeah. It's a lot. I'm only 5GB for a month" he cried again.

There was no reply from Al, when Ken came out of the room and made sure that the thanks were heard by the man, the soda was empty. Al had returned to his room.

"It was weird, it seemed like Chanel was looking again. Do you want to watch TV? Did he even miss the guy?" ken's murmuring was not in the end.

Adzan's voice reverberated, Ken must immediately pray because to prepare grilled fish takes a long time. Not to mention preparing the others. He immediately took ablution water and prayed in his room.

A while later, Ken was already in the kitchen smoothing the seasoning with a cobek made of stone kali. Grilled fish seasoning that has just obtained its recipe from a famous recipe site.

"Why not use a blender?" That voice that suddenly appeared behind him was quite a surprise for Ken.

"Just a little bit, it will even end up slipping on his knife sir. In part, said the author of the recipe, the seasoning is smoothed manually tastes more savory," explained Ken when he knew his employer was already sitting at the dinner table.

"Sorry, Sir. The cooking is long. I prayed first,"

"Well, I want to sit here, please,"

"Deq...," Suddenly Ken went awry, how he could cook if he was watched by the man. His cooking was messy again.

"But it's still a long time, you know. It just wants to be peppered. Has not prepared the vegetables and sambelnya," Ken gave an excuse for the man to leave immediately.

"What ga, I can wait,"

"Busyet, stubborn as well as people," whispered Ken more and more arrogant.

Feeling that it was impossible to force the man away, Ken continued his work. The seasoning is already smooth that he poured all parts of the fish that have been cleaned and halved. Now he makes spices for his grease. After being all ready and waiting for the fish to sink in, Ken made a clear vegetable bayem.

"Sir, would you like to sambel soy sauce what sambel terasi?"

"The terasi cambel is also allowed, but the raw one is, yes" he asked.

"Yes,"

"Many tomatoes," added Al again.

"Yes," Ken picked up the condiment container in the refrigerator to pick up chilies and tomatoes while waiting for the water to boil.

Ken doesn't realize that Al's eyes are not watching him. His gaze as I was fixed on Ken without wanting to be missed in the slightest what was done by the girl.

"Sir, sorry to forget. Thanks quota. There are so many," said Ken while looking at Al at a glance.

"Hemmm," said yes in a quiet voice.

"It's not free" he added.

"Yes, Sir. You can cut your salary or later I pay off if you get monthly money from your mother. If now I can't, my money is 250 grand," replied Ken so honestly.

Ken did not see Al's reaction because he had started to smooth the chili for the tucked sambel. For a moment, the cobek containing the terasi sambel he had served on the table.

"What's up, Ken?" ask the man

"Ah ...tumben he said my name," whispered Ken who could not hide his delight.

"I looked in the refrigerator, maybe there was still cucumber or mustard" said Ken who was fluent in front of the table.

"Oh, I'll take some basil then. Don't like cucumbers or mustard," Al immediately stood up from his seat and stepped outside the house.

"Whatever," muttered Ken while shrugging his shoulders.

A moment later, clear bayem mixed young corn is also ripe. Once placed in a large enough bowl, Ken served it on the table. The main menu now. Grilled fish.

After preparing the pancakes and heating for a while, Ken placed the fish of considerable size on the grill. Occasionally he smeared herbs and turned them so that they ripened evenly.

"It looks delicious, it smells from the outside" said Al who had reappeared in the dining room with a handful of fresh basil leaves.

"His father is ready to die" said Ken.

"Pantes, very fragrant. So the smell of the ripe is closed," said Al without sin who had been standing right next to Ken to pick up a small plate.

"Jleppp.." Ken wanted to slam the pot but he tried to be patient. Many times this person offends his body odor with callousness. To keep his emotions from overflowing, Ken just kept quiet. Pretending not to hear his boss's last words.

Suit took a small plate to put the basil he had picked, Al sat back at the dining table. He patiently waited for the main dish to be served.

"Please, Sir,"

"Cock the plate is just one, what ask to be fed," asked Al with a face without expression. Of course the question made Ken's face red.

"I'm not hungry yet" Ken told a lie. He was forced to do so because he did not want to eat with his employer if there was no demand from him.

"We eat together, this is an order!"

"Yes, sir," said Ken. He walked back to the kitchen to get a rice plate.

Now Ken and Al are sitting face to face at the dining table. In front of him is a food that is all warm processed by Ken himself.

"Enak" muttered Al as he tasted the still-hot grilled fish.

Without waiting any longer, Al filled his plate with a few puffs of rice.

"I'm hungry, I only ate chicken noodles at Pak Parman this afternoon via online" he explained.

"Sorry, I cooked it at 11 because I was in a hurry to go to campus" Ken said in a guilty tone.

Al did not respond to the apology, he still took the rice and moved it to his plate as well as Ken's rice plate.

"I took it myself, sir," Ken pulled the plate as Al put the rice on his plate.

"Enough," said Ken again because Al still filled his plate with rice even though he had taken one centong for Ken.

"Little eat it, tumbens,"

"Still full,"

"So ate on campus" Al said.

"Have a chance that he could eat on campus with his friends while he had to endure hunger at home alone" Al grumbled inwardly.

"No, no more ngirit. The end of the moon,"

"Yes, eat the full. Don't be shy! After this you'll have to help me finish my job,"

"Work?" ken asked almost widened his eyes.

"Yes, the money was not graphic,"

"Ah, he makes me even more unpleasant to eat" complained Ken. Go home campus immediately cook, after this hope to sleep because he was so tired. I still have to help this guy again. I don't know what his job is.

Ken did not dare to ask about the work to be done because he saw Al who was so greedy eating his dinner. The man also picked up the fish and placed it on Ken's plate.

"It's not eating, it's dumb. Buruan," Al tried to resuscitate Ken from his daydream.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Back, Ken. Turns out you're cooking pinter," praised Al.

"Thank you. I can cook but if I make grilled fish like this never, so need Google's help,"

"But the results are good, really. Tomorrow make again!"

"Yes" said Ken half-heartedly.

Al finished his meal for no more than five minutes. After gulping down some water and looking at Ken for a while, he got up from his seat.

"After the shower, I wait in the room,"

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