Stay with me, Ken!

Enchanted

Reflexes alone, with the look of his sharp eyes Ken looked at the person who was now nearby. He could hardly believe what he saw at the time. His heart was pounding increasingly faster with maximum shock.

"Oh my God, this man is so handsome," his screeches were almost unstoppable. Fortunately, his voice was stuck in his throat so that the man could not hear his heart.

The face looked so calm and calm. White and clean facial skin, perfectly combined with the shape of the oval face. Ken scanned each side of the man's face without being missed. His thick eyebrows, red lips, and sharp nose make him look so charming.

Far from what he had imagined all night. He thought his mother's mysterious master had a scary face and did not want to show his face in front of people.

Now that Ken turned to another part of the body, he swept the man's body from the tip of the foot to the head.

"Nothing is defective. Everything looks normal" she whispered again.

"Ehemm ..," The man reminded Ken who had been unceasingly investigating the state of his body ever since.

"Sorry," that's all Ken can say once he realizes that the man is paying attention to his behavior and making him uncomfortable.

The man took one step forward. Now between him and Ken there is no distance. The man looked at Ken with a judgmental look.

"Do you recognize anyone?" ask him firmly.

"No, I'm sorry," Ken hurriedly lowered his head. This time his eyes fell to the floor.

He could see the man's feet were slippers with fingers so clean. Still standing in its original place. Feathers that grow so thick make Ken more goosebumps not because of.

"What will this man do?" The mind is so sorry.

"Excuse me, I'm going to take this drinking water forward. I'm sorry, I should've done it a long time ago and not bothered you," now the voice stammering even more like half a sob.

Ken was so scared, the man confronted him. His position was now locked until he could not step up and leave the place.

"Are you scared of me?"

"No, there's no reason I'm afraid of you," Ken hurriedly answered the question but still lowered his head.

"Where might I be afraid of a handsome guy and so comfortable to look like you" Ken said in his heart.

The man raised Ken's chin. Now their views meet. So close.

"Are you Miss Ros's son?" ask the man less sure.

"Yes, I'm his daughter,"

"The status in his ID card he is not married, how could he have children?" ask the man again.

He always asked for a photo of the identity of the people who worked for him. As soon as Ms. Ros asked for permission to leave, she said she would bring her child to replace her duties in this house. Miss Ros has never been married but she said she would be replaced by her daughter? He was thinking positively at that time, maybe what Bu Ros meant was a nephew or a distant brother.

"I'm his adopted son. Since the baby has been taken care of by the mother because my parents gave the baby to Miss Ros. During my mother's work in Jakarta, I lived with my grandmother (mother of Bu Ros) in the village," Ken who was already scared because of his mistake, suddenly became sobbing. He was sad to remember his childhood.

According to her grandmother's story, her birth mother left Ken who was 3 days old to Ms. Ros because she would finish the hospital administration where she gave birth to Ken. But until now he did not reveal his nose. Every day Bu Bu Ris waited for her mother but she never came back. And he never had any patience.

Ken only found out that his mother was a TKW who worked in Saudi Arabia and was forced to return to Indonesia because she was pregnant with a child without marriage. The status is unclear, in his birth certificate only listed his mother's name and description "son of the relationship outside the marriage"

"I'm sorry if I suddenly cry" Ken wiped his tears. Try as much as possible to calm down.

"I see no resemblance between you. For that I asked," said the man again.

Ken was getting all wrong, the man was still looking at his face with such an intense gaze. There was a look of sadness that he caught, but he did nothing but look at Ken without blinking a bit.

"It's weird this guy. There is a beautiful girl ymnangis in front of her didiemin aja. Instead of being hugged by it, stroked by her hair," Ken grumbled so annoyedly.

"Let me alone" the man pulled his hand out of his pants pocket and tried to grab the tray Ken had in his hand and was about to bring him himself forward.

"No, sir. Let me just. Mom told me I could do this job well" Ken, who held the object in his hand tightly and stepped off onto the front porch.

With no other choice, the man walked up to Ken in a calm pace. Now he could freely observe the woman walking in front of him.

There was really no resemblance between this woman and her maid. Ms. Ros with her jawline face medok while Ken has a face that is so beautiful, more like a citizen blaster. Arab blood is more thick on his facial lines. This woman is also higher than Bu Ros, who has a very short body.

"His place is here," the man hurriedly held back the steps of Ken who wanted to turn right.

"Yes, sorry sir. I haven't memorized the parts of this house," Ken paused for a moment, twisted his body and stepped back. From a distance he could see the intended gazebo and the sound of splashing water from the pool.

While crossing the terrace, Ken forgot the newspaper piled on the table. Either because he forgot or he was so nervous to find his mother's employer since then has been walking in his footsteps.

Arriving at the place in question, Ken placed the water on the side of the Gazebo.

"Gosh, I forgot something" he said reflexively.

"Sorry, Sir. The newspaper forgot I brought it," he said again.

The man was still standing in front of Ken, calmly showing him three morning newspapers he was sambar while passing on the terrace.

"He.he." Ken could only smile in embarrassment.

Ken was ashamed of his carelessness which he did so many times this early. He immediately left the place without saying goodbye to his handsome employer.

"Sir," called the man as soon as he saw Parman about to enter the house.

Feeling called by his employer, Mr. Parman undoes his intention of stepping into the house. He immediately turned around, towards the gazebo where the source of the sound came from.

"What woman in the house is Miss Ros's daughter?" ask her seriously. He still doubts Ken's confession. For that he needs affirmation from Mr. Parman.

"Yes, Den. She's Bu Ros's daughter,"

"Surely sure?"

"Yes, I saw him come in yesterday afternoon. This morning they hugged each other like a mother and son when Miss Ros was leaving,"

"Oh, would you mind seeing that woman with Miss Ros?"

"Yes, I saw it,"

"Well, you can go, man,"

After getting the firmness of the man who had been trusted for a dozen years, he was convinced that the girl was indeed his auxiliary son. His concerns are now not proven, he had thought that maybe the woman was a spy who was deliberately sent people to find out his whereabouts.

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