Stay with me, Ken!

Stay with me, Ken!
Maria



"I'm concerned, "that's all that can be said from Ken's lips. He was still dumbfounded to hear the story of Al so strange.


"Thank you,"


Ken shifted his body, he got up from his seat and grabbed the bottle of mineral water that was on the table. After unsealing it, he gave the drinking water to Al.


"Drink!"


Al sipped the water in half, then handed the bottle back to Ken. Ken closed the bottle and put it back in place.


"Thank you" he said softly as soon as Ken had sat in front of him back.


Ken did not answer, he just smiled and patted the feet of Al who had been sitting on the bed.


"You haven't told me yet, why did your father want to kill you?" Ken asked back after seeing Al starting to calm down.


"When investors started to suspect, Maria often shared photos of me in the investor group. He made an alibi, some members who have not yet gained profit must be patient because the master trader is not healthy. So for a while trading holiday rather than happening things beyond prediction,"


"They believe?"


"Most of all, yes. But those who are experienced in participating in their investments immediately attract their capital. Starting from there Maria and Om Ryan often fight each other beat each other. Even the woman asked Papa for help to deal with investors who started playing violence so that the money could return,"


"Why help?"


"Mary is good at sparkling the tongue, he said I deliberately made their business messy. Trading accounts are lost up to thousands of dollars. Even though the money I managed was no problem, I only refused when Maria asked me to make transactions many times a day in order to profit a lot. I rejected it, from the theory that I got from him also experience during trading I decided to trade until four in the afternoon, if it was night often loss. Finally he arrested me, I can't go to school. Starting from morning to afternoon I was forced to trade, even he also made a few more accounts with considerable capital. Not only do I hold 3 more accounts, but I already have to make a profit from 7 different accounts,"


"Can close the bill,"


"Where is it possible? What they collect is a lot while investors who first realized not only ask for their capital there is also forcing Maria to pay their profits according to the agreement. Finally someone can save his money there is also a person who has to bite a finger until now. Their money was never given back by Mary,"


"It's so cruel for him. But why can your Papa just believe, is not the nominal money that comes in is a fantastic amount?"


"That's a woman, I don't know what she's doing? If he had spoken, anything would have been a book that Papa would have believed in" Al complained


"Hemm. There are still many women who can maintain their nature. Don't jump to that conclusion, dong," Ken protested.


Al smiled, Ken's face that pretended to be offended was even more funny in his opinion. Especially when she brushed her hair in an elegant and feminine style. Although Ken looks groggy for Al impressed flirting, became a special attraction that makes Al increasingly praise the beauty of this woman.


"Why should be offended. Obviously that's Maria, isn't it you?"


"Yes, but you're generalizing women,"


"No, especially you. I'm sure you could be more sadistic than him," ledek Al who made Ken even more upset.


"Don't you think I have that kind of talent?" ken asked, getting upset. This time he pinched Al's leg in annoyance.


"No, nothing has dared to play violence. Sick tau," he cried again.


"Biarin, you're that's it, that's it,"


"That's how? I told you what it is. It's a baper, though,"


"Cock so fuck me," Ken's voice got weaker. He starts to get sad and is also afraid that Al will be angry with him.


"Tuh, right. I want to cry. You are so weird. I've been whiny again. What age do you want?" exclaim Al with a mocking tone


Ken was getting sadder, really he did not mean to make the atmosphere so like this. If Al has spoken like that, he's hard to decipher. Is he angry or just joking?


Seeing Ken being so frightened like that, Al shifted his body. He took Ken's hand and held it gently.


"Why be sad, I'm just kidding!"


Al's late, Ken's crying broke first. He immediately hid his face behind a pillow lying beside Al.


"Ken, I'm sorry" Al said in a soft voice. Now Al who is confused himself, in addition to not accustomed to communicating with people, is now even faced with women who crave this way. Finally he kept quiet, leaving Ken in his tears until the voice was gone and the person was sound asleep.


"That's weird. Already boomeran, crybaby, molor, plus slob again. He may cry until he falls asleep, hasn't bathed again," Al shook his head to see Keny's behavior which he thought was strange.


Al fixed Ken's position. He straightened the girl's body, put a pillow as a headrest and enveloped Ken's body, which was darkened by the cold.


"Snorts," Al rubbed the rest of the natal water that imprinted on the two cheeks of the woman.


"But beautiful" she said again . He looked at the face intensely and he smiled faintly.


The clock showed at 21:00, Al got out of bed. He takes the card and leaves Ken sleeping alone in his room.


Al's heading downstairs. The atmosphere began to look lonely. There was only the sound of people karaoke from the bar on the right side of the reception room.


Long enough Al sat in the hotel lobby alone. He wanted to find out if there were Papa's men who loved him to this place. To allay suspicion, Al pretends to be busy with his gadgetry. Sometimes he is seen contacting someone from his cell phone. He repeated it three times.


Al was not aware, from behind the karaoke room which was only limited to translucent glass from inside, there was a pair of eyes that kept watching. The man took some pictures of Al and sent them to someone.


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Hay everyone, sorry yes.I can only update one chapter because it collides with office tasks that must be completed and requires full concentration. Thank you for your visit and for following this story.


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