Stay with me, Ken!

Pardon me!

"Sir Parman escaped, the girl pretended to clean up the room. What's the matter? I appeared like a demon to them. Should I wait here? It's time for work, why does he want to make a new schedule in this house," The man grumbled to himself after consciously living alone in the room, standing in his original place.

"Not really if this is the case," he rushed to his room, half running the man up the stairs.

Chequek! [Sound of doors opening]

At first glance he did not see Bu Ros's child in his room, he was also reluctant if he had to check into all the corners in his room. But he was sure that the woman was still around.

Finally he chose to lay his body on the bed with the pissisi on his back. His hands and feet were opened wide to fill his bed.

It maximizes hearing so long-goal there is sound from its study.

"What to clean. One dust nothing stuck here," Ken ruffled his waist to observe the contents of the room and glued to the 5 monitors with 30 inc screens lined up on the walls of the room.

The keyboard line is also neatly arranged on a long table in accordance with the pair of screens each. Surprisingly, there was only one chair with a wheeled leg that was in front of that table.

" Uh ..Everything's on! Does he play games blindly like this?" Ken was shocked because he saw the screen in sleep.

On the side of the room was a fairly large bookshelf. Ken could see some books with a thickness that was enough to make people lazy to open them neatly arranged on the shelf.

"Hemmm.

"Do I have to wipe these keyboards one by one? But it's clean too. Keep what you want to do,"

Ken is still confused as to what he will do. The bell in his hand will be swept to which part, while all the corners in the room look clean, neat, and shiny.

Desperate, Ken pedaled the broom he had brought from below on the tile. Almost half of the room he had swept, the result was not a strand of hair or dirt dragged by the black-colored hair.

"Ha..sama aja boong this way. Maybe in another room, another time,"

Ken didn't continue his work, he turned around and left the room with nothing to clean. Now he returned to the room, just as he entered this second floor. But not yet stepped, he was surprised by the presence of homeowners who were lying on their backs on the bed.

Ken knew exactly the boss was not in a state of sleep, his eyes opened wide and looked at the ceiling of the room.

Ken went awry, forward or backward again? If retreat means he will spend time here with nothing to do, what will he do?

Make the bed? The owner was lying in bed, going to the next room again, Ken did not know what was there. Since entering this room, he had headed straight to the room containing the monitor and bookshelf.

Ken grew increasingly desperate, he stood pecking at the borders of space still with the duster and broom in his hand.

"How is this," he screeches in his heart. He can barely control himself. Between fear and confusion what he wants to do gather into one in his brain.

"Sorry, Sir. The next room was tidy, I had to clean up which one again," asked Ken so carefully.

There's no Answer. Ken stayed where he was, maybe the man didn't hear his voice. Finally he repeated the same question with a slightly louder volume.

Still no answer, responding with his gestures was not. The man was still in his original position.

Ken crossed the bed and headed to the room across, the room bounded with walls where there were doors. It turns out this is a dressing room that is directly connected to the bathroom.

Ken checked the bathroom first before he cleaned up the dressing room. As soon as he opened the door, it was like being in an exhibition hall featuring a bathroom designer. Again everything was neatly clean even he did not see the tiles in the room were wet with water. A doormat lying in front of the door, towels, toiletries, and lastly a closet. It's clean!

"Keep I must do this," cried Ken more and more confused.

"Ah, come on, like there's nothing I have to do here, like,"

Ken closed the bathroom and now he's in the dressing room. He saw there was a basket on the side of the closet that was quite large.

"It looks like this is a dirty laundry place,"

"Dirty clothes or clothes that have not been ironed?" think Ken again.

He did not smell something that characterizes that the shirt was used in. To be sure, Ken took one of the uppermost clothes and kissed it slowly, "it still smells, it doesn't smell sweat at all,"

Ken was not aware that his behavior was observed by his mother's employer who had been standing behind him since.

"You're afraid to see me, but my clothes you're smelling like that" the voice coming from behind burned Ken's ears. He wanted to feel swallowed by the earth right now so as not to show his face again in front of this person. The shame! One word is on Ken's mind right now.

Ken remained seated in front of the basket, not daring to raise his face what else to stand and look at the man. All he could do was throw his face as deep as possible and close his eyes tightly.

"Sorry, I just want to make sure if this is dirty clothes or not," Ken tried to speak out to give an explanation so that the person does not have a prejudice that is not on him.

"Hemmm," the man simply muttered in a tone that was hard to interpret.

"Concidentally, Sir. I ain't lying,"

"Since I've heard all your babbling," said the man in a flat tone.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm rattled. What I do in this room. Everything's clean,"

"Why did you call me, sir. You called me Mr. Good. It's just as nice of you,"

"Sorry, Mr. Parman said that if he called you Den Nice, I thought your name was Good" Ken had to lie.

"Stand," the man commanded.

Having already received orders from his boss, Ken immediately stood up and turned his body around right then and there. He had not expected that again their views would have to meet in such a close distance like this.

"Sorry" Ken lowered his head.

"Am I so scary?" ask the man.

Ken did not reply, he just shook his head slowly.

Again the man took Ken's chin and set his eyes forward. Now that Ken could see, the man was so intensely staring at him. His blue eyes were so shady to continue to be looked at.

"It's time for work, leave this place" he said so firmly.

Without having to wait, the man turned his body and walked into his study.

Feeling expelled, Ken hurriedly left the place, he immediately ran away just like that. Forgetting her employer's broom, duster, and dirty clothes.

"You see, I don't want to change my mother" she cried regretfully. Sad, embarrassed, and offended Ken half ran down the stairs and ran to his room.

It took Ken some time to calm down to get his work back.

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