Stay with me, Ken!

Accused

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"Where are people?" ask Al to himself. When he came out of the dressing room, he could not find Ken in his bed.

Al appeared in a home-style costume, a t-shirt and shorts. His face looks fresher, especially his hair that looks still wet. Making his good looks so difficult not to be enjoyed by the eyes that had caught him.

"You're messing around with me" he said.

The feeling suddenly became unpleasant. He smelled something wrong from the escape of the woman while in the bath.

"Tell me," he threatened again.

Despite his annoyance, Al is not quick to look for Ken's whereabouts. He actually chose to go to his study and observe the state of the room that has been a few days untouched by him.

"Clean and tidy" whispered Al. He smiled faintly, meaning that as long as he was not at Ken's house keep cleaning this room.

Before Al opened his computer, he ordered food for dinner. Via online because this hour can not bear to let Ken cook for him.

"Sate aja, it seems delicious," his mind when looking at the list of menus that appear in the go food application on the screen of his phone. Al place an order, in the written report the order will be delivered within 30 minutes.

"Still a long time," muttered Al. la putting his phone on his desk.

Al opened his computer, he wanted to check his trading account before going down. Four accounts that he has managed more than ten years and produced a nominal that is not small for him, so he has a distro business as a back up if at any time the trading world does not promise anymore.

Almost half an hour Al monitored the graphics displayed from his computers. He could have forgotten the time if Ken hadn't come to him.

"The food has arrived. I'm ready at the dinner table" Ken's voice from behind shifted his concentration.

Al turned towards the girl, he got up from his seat and walked over to Ken who was still standing looking at him. The girl resuscitated her body at the dividing door between Al's room and the study. His appearance is different. It looks like he has already cleaned himself up because it looks fresher. His still wet hair allowed him to unravel.

Seeing Ken's normal expression, Al became suspicious. He may have been bullied by this girl. However he could refrain from trapping Ken at this time. Like Ken, Al applies accordingly. Pretending not to remember what happened.

"Yeah, I'm laper" Al said as he walked ahead of Ken.

"Superficial," Ken thought to himself.

"Maybe he behaved like that after the incident. You freak," Ken grumbled inwardly. He followed Al's steps, down the stairs to the dining table.

Al immediately took a sitting position. In front of the goat satay with soy sauce and SOP that is still boiling. All Ken had prepared, as well as rice and dishes for them.

"You like goat satay? When your message was still sleeping. Because again I want to pesen aja," said Al. His voice was indeed made as flat as possible but if Ken was sensitive he would know if Al insinuated it. While uttering the sleeping rich, Al accidentally glanced towards the girl.

"Like. I already told you. All the food I like" said Ken who had taken his seat in front of Al.

"Oh, that. Let's eat. I'm the laper," Al asked. He rushed to fill the plate in front of him with rice and side dishes. Not to forget, he also condenses rice to Ken's plate.

"Eating a lot, playing also needs energy" Al said.

"That bettor, the showman is also part of the thinker so it takes a lot of food intake," joked Ken to cover up his increasingly unpleasant feelings.

"You heard it, right?" ask Al. His gaze was fixed on the two eyes of the girl.

"Hear what?" ask Ken. He still pretended not to know the direction of Al's conversation.

Al did not immediately reply, he bit the satay he had held since. He calmly chewed his food but his gaze remained on Ken.

"I feel judged?" Ken Mumam. His voice was deliberately somewhat clarified so that Al could hear.

"If you feel judged, it means you acknowledge" urged Al.

Ken smiled shyly. He could not hide his face that might have been so flushed at that moment.

"Yes, right?" press Al again.

"Yes" said Ken slowly. There was no choice but to confess his actions.

"Why pretend to sleep?"ask Al annoyed.

"I was asleep, so awake I got home. I'm afraid you're still angry. That's why I pretended to sleep.

"What I did was up to your expectations, right?" Search Al again.

Ken was confused as to what to answer. Honestly, he was very happy to be treated like that by Al, especially he had heard the man's confession firsthand. Ken knows how Al feels about her.

"Likes?" ask Al again. Ken simply replied with a nod of his head.

"Ha.ha. He almost choked because the food in his mouth was not all swallowed.

In a hurry he took the white water in front of him. For a while he looked at Ken with a feeling that was hard to understand.

"You're really plain, Ken. So far you can't tell which one is really where all the theatrics are?" Al continued to eat her which was only a few more bribes. While his lips continued to smile, it was more precisely a laughing smile.

"I mean," asked Ken so innocently.

"I know you're pretending to be asleep so I'm taking it to my room. Don't assume you've managed to fool me" Al said lightly.

"So what you said earlier, it's all a lie" Ken asked again.

"That's still it. That's pretty plain," taunted Al.

Ken immediately put the skewer that was already in front of his lips. He pushed his chair and left the table. Ken ran towards the room, hiding himself who was so embarrassed that he had too far of a mind.

Al did not prevent the girl. He laughed without paying attention to Ken. After the girl entered the room and closed the door, Al resumed his dinner. The remaining satay and soup he spent without any residue.

"Yes God. So embarrassed. He's the one who's outrageous or I'm the one who's too high for hope? How come it's like this" Ken drowned his face behind a pillow. Her crying broke instantly.

"I guess he's really confessing his feelings. It turned out that he was just playing with my feelings" Ken lamented his own stupidity.

"Shame. How's this going?" Isak Ken is becoming.