Stay with me, Ken!

Saturday Morning

Al came out of his room early in the morning dressed neatly. He smelled the scent of his fragrant body even though he was still down the stairs to the dining room.

Ken's a little surprised. Besides he had not finished preparing breakfast, he was also still embarrassed to meet this person after what happened last night.

"Not yet, huh?" ask her in a soft voice. The man pulled up the chair and sat quietly in front of the still empty dining table.

"No, Sir. Sorry," replied Ken carefully. He immediately looked towards the clock. I want to make sure that he doesn't have a wrong vision.

Al knew Ken's body language which immediately looked towards the wall clock mounted on top of the kitchen set, he smiled gently at the girl.

"I've laper," he said.

"Yes, Sir. The nation already exists. It's a side dish and vegetables. Just a moment I prepare first," said Ken hurriedly finished his cooking.

"Oh, yes. There's guava juice. Maybe you can drink this first," Ken who was frying something suddenly headed to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of juice that was starting to cool

"It's not cold yet. I just put it in the fridge," explained Ken as he poured the juice in a glass of dam giving it to Al.

"This, Sir. Can make a wedge stomach while waiting,"

"Ajel? What door in the ganjelin," protested Al. He grabbed a glass filled with juice and gulped it down empty.

"More, Sir?" asked Ken who was in front of the stove again as soon as he saw the glass was dry.

"No,"

"Behold, it's dead. It's just the ozeng-oseng, "Ken kept making a sound either to tell Al to be patient or to talk to himself.

It could also be because he panicked because Al never shifted his gaze. He felt uncomfortable being watched like that, to reduce the tension, he spoke only immediately.

Not long after, Ken had already finished his task. Perchedel potatoes plus ground meat and ozeng broccoli oyster sauce already served on the table.

Not to forget, Ken also prepared dishes and glasses filled with warm water for his employer.

"Please, Sir. The breakfast is ready" said the girl.

"Where are you going?" al asked when he saw Ken turning his body about to leave the room.

"Sit down, let's have breakfast together" he asked before Ken gave an excuse.

As usual, Ken was just following orders. After he took the plate for himself, he sat down on the bench that was exactly facing Al.

"Here," Al grabs Ken's plate. He filled the rice plate after he did the same for himself.

"From today onward, your duties increase. Keep me eating,"

"Yes, sir," said Ken as he pulled his plate back which had been filled with rice

"It looks like he has memorized my portion of the meal. He's got no more or less rice, right," whispered Ken inwardly.

"Y.la....Don't get the wrong feeling, yeah!" whispered Ken again.

"Why smile?" ask Al. Apparently he also observed Ken's behavior.

"No, Sir.

"One more note. Try to take a bath first just eat," Al warns Ken because he is still wearing clothes last night. It could be that he also has not combed his hair because it looks messy and tied up just like that.

"Yes, sir," said Ken in embarrassment.

"Ken," call Al slowly.

"Yes, Sir"

"Do you have any male friends?"

"Daughter?" ask Ken to convince.

"Yes" said Al Briefly. He kept me chewing his food slowly while watching Ken's expression.

"No," said Ken reinforced with his head.

"No,"

"The one you like?" Ken did not reply, he just shook his head.

"Is there no Adam in your village?" ask Al again.

"Many,"

"Of so many, is there nothing you like?"

"It used to love someone, one generation too. But he's the same son of the law" Ken replied honestly.

"You lack effort?"

"It's not. She likes fashionable girls and show up that way. Where might want to be the same. So yeah, so,"

"What's the matter, sir?"

Ken ventured to ask and looked at Al who was in front of him. For a moment their eyes met but Al was scooping his food.

"I just want to make sure. It's a weekend. Let no one come here to interfere with my work," having said so soon he bribed his food back.

"No, I can guarantee you. No one knows I'm here but Mom,"

"Good,"

"But if you want to get out, too, you can. Maybe you want to go for a walk with your friends" Al said.

"Engga, Sir. I don't have any friends either,"

"Well... how can it be?"

"There was one guy who was pretty close to me from the start of our studies, but he was done and working. If you want to meet usually malem, or the end of the pekam at the stall of his parents. We spent a lot of time there until dawn,"

"Oh, what shop?"

"Eat, not far from my contract,"

"Oh" he murmured again.

"Later to cook. I ordered a meal,"

"Yes, sir,"

When they were chatting and enjoying their breakfast, they did not realize that Mr. Parman had been standing at the door. Between the living room and dining room. He could hardly believe what he saw. His boss eats with Ken, the house's maid. Even they could chat that leisurely, there was already no seem of awkwardness between them.

"What's wrong with them?" ask the man in your heart.

He did not dare to continue his steps to the kitchen. Slowly, he backed off in an orderly fashion. He did not want an existence in Al or Ken who could make both of them feel unwell, as he felt today.

"He has started to open up. It's good if that's so. This house will have signs of life" muttered Mr. Parman with an expanding sebyum.

"Pinter too, Ken. What science did he use so that Al could be that close to him," Mr. Parman rolled his eyeballs and raised his eyebrows next door. His fingers seem to be counting.

"Seven days," he groaned.

"Great, within seven days, the girl had already melted the atmosphere so frozen in this house. May they be fooled. I don't want to see Al too long lonely. Kasian the boy," whispered Mr. Parman again expectantly.

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