Stay with me, Ken!

First Date

I don't know what makes Al the first guy who likes Ken. Although physically quite attractive, but his appearance and social status make Ken quite inferior in association.

As a student, he was arguably the most severe student in terms of appearance. How not, the clothes he wore until it can be remembered by his friends. That'sthat's it. Shoes and bags are also only one, can only be washed during college holidays. No wonder no Adam was close to him, making him his special friend.

Ken is not dizzy about it, if anyone is friends with him Alhamdulillah, no problem either. His goal was to go to college just to improve his future.

Since replacing his mother they have stayed one roof because of the bond between the employer and the surrogate maid, the two have been in frequent communication. Even the behavior of Al who tends to be closed can be said to be so sweet to the girl even though the speech is often annoying.

Like this afternoon, they had made a pact and planned a path. Fulfill the request of Ken who wants to be invited to a date like a courtship person. They met at one of the restaurants that are phenomenal in the city of Bogor.

Ken wore a long-sleeved white T-shirt and blue jeans. Not to be left behind, he carried a rangsel bag on his shoulder. A bag that was no less blinded than Jean who was wearing it that afternoon.

"Him?" Ken's still guessing how Al looks this afternoon. Whether still loyal to the t-shirt and shorts or neatly looking like a person who wants to meet the lover.

Ken was standing at a crossroads, leaning against the wall of the restaurant they were making a deal with. Waiting anxiously. Nervousness was on his face. He has not yet entered the restaurant because he has not seen Al's car parked there.

As Ken opened his phone, footsteps slowly approached him. Al walked towards her with a very different appearance. He wore a white shirt that was rolled up to half an arm and navy trousers. The flip-flops he used to wear changed to blue Skechers. Al looks so handsome and elegant.

One smile greeted him as he stood right in front of Ken, a smile that shook his heart.

"Old old man" said the man.

"Lumayan the hell" Ken replied while scratching his head. He felt less confident about having to deal with the man. He looked at Al from top to bottom.

"I didn't see your car, so I just waited here" Ken said.

"Well, park there," Al pointed to his car parked on the side of the road with his lips turned.

"Oh," muttered Ken after he saw the vehicle in question.

"Why is this so wrong? whispered again. Is it because he is not confident in his appearance or his heart is increasingly buzzing. Their distance so close that Ken could smell the body scent of Al who was so masculine.

"Is this how it feels to be a young man on a date? At last... That dream is realized. Yeahh!!," Pekik Ken was so happy. Of course, only he himself could hear.

"You are here," said Al, awakening Ken from his daydream.

"He..he...ga invited in, clean,"

"From that moment. I don't think I've ever seen a handsome guy," said Al who had taken Ken's hand to the inside. Ken did not want to argue, his little heart also admitted that the person holding his hand at that time was handsome and charismatic.

Slowly they walked through the rows of tables that were on the lower floor. Many visitors have sat down and enjoyed their dinner.

Al walked over while asking what the census officer should be. From home at what time, has the exam list been? how long do you wait for the process? Very chatty, he was so curious to know what was done this day and day. Little questions that are not important to discuss on a date like this.

They finally arrived at a table that had been ordered first ordered by Al. A table with a capacity of two people on the second floor. A semi-circular sofa with a round table in front of it.

They sat next to each other, as if not wanting to be away from Ken, Al closed his body until the woman was more freely indulging the smell with the perfume that Al wore.

"Eat what?" ask Ken impatiently. Al just smiled at the question.

"It's been ordered, just wait. A moment also came," said Al casually. The gazes of their eyes met, only a few seconds but capable of freezing the world. They just looked at each other, smiled and finally threw away their faces when the servant who had brought the order had already come.

Banana Chocolate Smoothies, the same drink, were in front of them.

"It's a pump, like," said Ken

"This is the mainstay drink here, it is said to taste very endos. Cobain deh," Al took the cup in front of him and thrust it towards Ken.

"Thank you" said Ken. His hand took the cup that Al had given him. Slowly he drank the drink.

It feels foreign because basically he never eats in a restaurant, but it feels really good to win.

"Yes, very endos. It's not like a drink, but it's more properly called porridge. Very thick," exclaimed Ken as soon as he had sipped the thick drink.

"And there's a spoon, it's not in that shave," Al cleaned Ken's lip. Cleaning the viscous liquid that is left behind. It's as friendly as Ken expected. Dating is like the movies he sees on tv.

"Ga said, anyway. I don't know," Ken's trying to find a justification for being shy, looking tacky in front of Al.

"What ga, let there be a reason to touch your lips" Al said.

"Huh, what the hell," Ken so downcast to hear the man's words. Moreover, Al looked at him intensely.

It takes hours to sweeten a cup of drink with extra pieces of banana and chif chocolate on top. The drink was very sweet for Ken's tongue size.

They were more silent and threw at each other when their gazes met. For some reason, until the meat steak that became their dinner choice was exhausted, the two of them were silent without a word. There is no story.

"Likes?" al asked when he had swallowed the last mouthful.

"Like," said Ken slowly and timidly.

"So from now on we're dating?" ask Al again. He turned his gaze towards Ken to find out the expression of the girl.

"Not yet,"

"Cock? It's a date" Al protested. His eyes grew instantaneously.

"I want to watch" whined Ken spoiled.

"Watch YouTube?"

""OK. Finish this we watch," said Al for sure.

"Please drink it first. Don't hurry. There's still plenty of time" Al said.

"What time is the movie?" ask Ken.

"There's a 9 or midnight. Whatever it is that you want. I'll just go with my bidadar,"

"Jam 9, though,"

"It doesn't look like a rush, Sunday night the streets are jammed. Now it's 8" said Al.

"Midnight can too,"

"Ok, we're going there, the important thing is you're happy,"

"Thank you" said Ken shyly. He was so happy, this time Al so spoiled himself.

Al stared at the television screen that broadcast the ball show, occasionally he showed a face annoyed by the mistake of one of the players who wasted the opportunity to score.

"Damn," cried Al when there was a kick that missed from the goal.

Not far from where they were, a group of men sat in a single table with a capacity of about 10 people. It seems that they are deliberately mabar while enjoying dishes in this restaurant.

"I go to the toilet first" said Ken.

"Yes" said Al without taking his eyes off the television screen.

Ken left Al looking more engrossed with the ball game than presence. Ken could only sigh gently. There is no date like this. The attention of her partner turned to television.

Until Ken returns to his desk, Al is still in his original position.

"In the meantime, the ball is again exciting" said Al as soon as Ken was sitting next to him.

"Go there. Joining them will be exciting," said Ken who is increasingly uncomfortable with the condition of his date is suddenly oversized.

"Sialll." cried Al again regardless of Ken's words.

"Yes nich, damn it," muttered Ken chimed. He speaks for himself.

"Udah?" ask Al

"What is it?" ken asked confusedly.

"Eat it!"

"Udah,"

"Now, pay to the cashier," Al thrust out his wallet which he had just taken out of his pants pocket.

"Huh...," muttered Ken again. Where there's a date like this on TV. The man called the waiter, asked for a bon and took some money out of his wallet, gave the waiter tips. Not like this!

"Sucks. Just been praised, too," Ken grumbled increasingly annoyed.

Ken walked out of the place. A waiter approached him before he reached the cashier's desk.

"Can I help you?" ask the man friendly.

"You pay" said Ken in a slightly irritated tone.

"Oh, what table is my brother? Wait where you can, let's go there, too,"

"Hurry up" said Ken lying

"Can go to the cashier then. Over here, sister," the man pointed towards the cashier.

"Thank you" Ken tried to be friendly despite his irritated heart.

After the transaction at the cashier, Ken still had to wait quite a long time. Even Al ordered the drink back because the throat started to dry. Ken was so embarrassed that bringing the drink was the service that greeted him earlier.

"Udah boong hastily, apparently still at home here. Pake additional drinks again," complained Ken increasingly upset. Ken could only smile with a grin as the servant glanced at him.

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