Stay with me, Ken!

Forgetting Again

Ken felt so ashamed of his work this morning, because of his carelessness he had to show his folly before his new master.

"Employer," he thought with a smile.

If he knew his mother had such a handsome employer, he would whine in order to be invited here often.

"Mother cheated," Ken grumbled to himself. Ken is quite happy, although initially quite tense with the rules and the existence of the residents of the house but there is entertainment of its own if you see the man's face is so shady.

Ken smiled to himself, before tidying up the master's room he returned to the dining table. Ken wanted to know if the cuisine he made met the taste of the host.

"Rem ... Juice's dry. The rice was also reduced a lot," Ken carefully observed the fried rice he placed in the large ceramic container. 4 Pieces of adults.

"It looks like the cuisine matches the tongue of the people," he said mangosteen.

The short message he placed under the glass did not experience word addition, only the position was reversed. The blank piece of paper is on top.

"Why little comment? Yes, No, that's if Males says less salty, too spicy, or whatever," said Ken a little disappointed.

"Pelit," grinned.

"Who's stingy?" the voice of the person who appeared behind him was enough to make Ken so shocked.

"He.he. No one, really," Ken immediately smiled kindly at Mr. Parman who was already in the dining room.

"Your mother's gone. Earlier, you waited until the train to Solo really departed" Mr. Parman told Ken about his mother.

"Thank you, Sir. You've been so good to take my mom and even wait for her train to leave,"

"According to Den Bagus' message," the man said briefly. He pulled out a chair and immediately put down his sore ass.

"Oh....so our employer is called Good?" ask Ken curiously.

"No, I call it the Good Den because his face is really nice. If his real name is Sutan Rashif Al-Farabi, only he prefers to be called Al,"

"Is he of Arab descent?" ask Ken curiously.

"Why? Is it because of his handsome face?" mr. Parman tried to lure Ken. He wanted to know how the girl responded to her mother's employer.

Ken did not reply, he just smiled and tidied up his Good Lord's former meal.

"This sir, I've prepared breakfast. For a moment, the juice was still in the fridge, "Ken pretended not to babble Mr. Parman, he switched the conversation because the old man was already sitting in the chair and waiting for his breakfast.

"Morning to drink juice, from the refrigerator again. My aged stomach is strong. I'll have some tea, please,"

"Oh, fine then. I made some tea first. Sweet or sweet,"

"Don't be too sweet, afraid of diabetes,"

"Ok," Ken went to the kitchen and brewed the tea ordered by Mr. Parman.

"Plate, sir. I forgot," Ken went back to the dinner table and brought purings for Mr. Parman.

"So this is what you say is stingy?" Mr. Parman showed me the paper with the note Ken wrote, which was still on the table.

"I was confused, my mother told me never to communicate with her if she didn't ask for it. So how do I know if this dish is suitable or not served if it's not like this,"

"But no results?"

"Yes" said Ken sadly.

"That's predictable," Mr. Parman laughed a little loudly.

"Why, is he really like that?"

"Where might he want to go back to the room to just pick up the pen and reply to this memo. You're just being around,"

"Ah, yes too. Ha..ha..," Ken's laughter broke out instantly. Again he showed his folly in front of his good master.

"But what about you, is the fried rice delicious?" asked Ken still curious about the taste of the cuisine

"Enak. It just feels so good. I just want to abisin, your mouth won't stop,"

"Yes sir, abisin. I've been eating" said Ken lying. He could not bear to see Mr. Parman who was so greedy to enjoy breakfast.

"What can I do, who tells me to lie" he whispered in his heart. As a result of this action, this morning his stomach must be satisfied with only one glass of red guava juice. Without a grain of rice greeting him.

"Luckily only the same morning lunch here, if plus the malem you can be obese if this is the case," said Mr. Parman while eating fried rice with ravenous.

"Father of the diet, huh? Malem does not consume carbohydrates,"

"No, Neng. Your working hours are just midday,"

"I mean Mr. Ginap in this house,"

"Yes, there are five sons of the Father. If you live here, how crazy is this house,"

"House of Mr. Mah Deket, is beside the walls of this yard. Stay out the pager, turn left, the road is about 200 meters," he explained again

Ken went limp for a moment. Then after noon, he just stayed alone with the strange man in a house this big.

"Why didn't mom say it before. You know, he'll push hard. I must know that I'm most afraid at home alone" muttered Ken who had no time to ask his mother.

Ken was so excited when his mother got an umrah package plus a walk to Turkey for two. Perhaps it was God's answer to the request of the mother who was so eager to see the Kaaba. Until Ken did not think much when his mother asked for Ken's willingness to replace his duties.

"If you need something just call, you'll come as fast as lightning" the man comforted. It seemed that he knew the fear that was coming at the girl.

"So Den Bagus to ask the Father, are you really his son Miss Ros,"

"What's? Blessed he hesitated with my explanation dong,"

"It can be to just confirm. You two have no resemblance at all. But you can convince him. Just calm down,"

"Me and Ms. Ros actually.....,"

"Father already knows, Miss Ros it's hard to ever tell that. You don't get discouraged Ken, even if you're not his flesh and blood but Miss Ros loves you so much,"

"Yes, sir. I never doubted the love he gave me. She works here too just so I can go to a good college, too,"

"It's good if you realize it. Happy for her, love her like your own real mother,"

"Yes, Sir. Thanks,"

Ken's so moved to talk about Miss Ros. She took care of him so completely, unlike her own mother. Until Ken was this big, that guy never preached to Miss Ros's family. It seems he has indeed thrown away the child who has been born from his own womb.

"I'm sorry, Father, if it reminds you of your mother,"

"Yes, Sir. It'sit's okay. I'm a bit of a melo when it comes to mom,"

As they were talking at the dinner table, the master appeared from the door. After pausing for a while and looking into the dining room, he stepped back. Heading to his room.

"Stop, Sir..... Stopit! Stop right there" cried Ken at that moment.

Hurriedly Ken took the broom and the duster he had prepared and ran up, to his Good Lord's room.

"Good sir don't go up, just wait a minute. I cleaned his room first" he cried again. He ran up the stairs to Al's room

Mr. Parman and Al can only look at each other. Mr. Parman who had spent his breakfast could only sigh and immediately leave to clear the yard.

"Father to back first, want to wipe," said Mr. Parman before passing from the presence of his employer.

"There was the girl's behavior" he muttered half a whisper and shook his head.

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