Stay with me, Ken!

He's my Man Candidate?

"Please, Pa. The smell of the fish was smelled. It's very fragrant," Al looks so happy. Not as usual, today he was so much talk and as a smile.

"Please" Al pulled up the corner seat so that his father would sit there. The chair is usually reserved for the head of the family.

"Thank you, Al," said the man. He was so happy to be treated that way by his son.

"Ken, sit here! Let's eat together, son," Lisha said. He saw Ken going into the room as soon as he prepared the dish.

"Here, sit here. Don't be shy" Al shifted his chair. Pull the empty bench between Baron and Om Ryan and place it next to his chair.

"Yes, thank you," said Ken who looked a little awkward. While preparing the dish, he eventually overheard their chatter in the living room. Ken could deduce that this man was Mr. Baron, Al's biological father.

"He's my man-to-be?" ask the Baron. Since heading to the dining table he had indeed been observing the girl. Beautiful and neat, it was only natural that the Baron thought he was not the maid in the house.

"Lisha who was sitting next to the Baron just smiled. He deliberately' silent, let Al explain to his papa.

"She's never had a boyfriend in her life, I'm afraid. So yes we are so," said Al accompanied by his captive laughter.

"Eh, that's how it is. You joke outrageous," Lisha defended her future son-in-law. He knew the girl was still awkward eating with them, hearing Al's words his face was getting redder.

"Ha.ha. Then this girl you bought clothes for at Nora's boutique?" investigate Baron. The man did not realize if he indirectly mentioned the name of his third wife even though Al had not told his mother about this.

"Who's Nora?" ask Lisha. He delayed the bribe that almost entered his mouth.

"Known Al, Ma. At that time I was shopping there and met Papa again get-together with his friends," said Al forced to lie.

"Oh, may we go there sometime Ken. Let's get to know Nora, too" joked Lisha. She caught something that was kept secret by her son and husband.

"Surely, Al will take you there. Let's eat it continued. Because today I'm so happy, so papa can't go home. Must be here. We gather like family" cried Al so happily.

Neither Lisha nor Baron responded to her son's words. Only Om Ryan was a bit of an objection to the unilateral decision.

"How am I going home?' ask Ryan confused.

"A lot of taxis and taxis, Om. The online one is there, the one in front is also quiet passengers," Al lightly answered the question.

"Ah, the promise was to be taken again until the apartment,"

"Om Ryan lives in that apartment, too?" ask Lisha curiously.

"No, I live not far from there. At least 10 minutes on the bike. My bike lives there, too,"

"Well, there's also nothing here, there's still empty rooms. Just look at my account that's been untouched for three weeks,"

"As far as you are, tell me the boss never wins" said Om Ryan resigned.

"Tomorrow morning we go home all anter papa," said Al again.

"Ah, why is he so much of this talk. What because he can gather with his parents until his heart is so happy. Or kepepet juriq bagel. Hi. ..," said Ken in his heart.

The lunch continued, they spent each one grilled fish weighing 500 grams. Mr. Parman deliberately chose fish that are ready for consumption so that the meat is a lot.

"I haven't eaten in such a familiar situation in a long time" the Baron washed his hands in the hot water he had prepared. Lisha shifted the tisyu that was in front of her so that her husband could dry his hand.

"Thank you" said Baron.

"The concoction of spices in this dish was very familiar on my tongue a dozen years ago. Although it has been a long time, I still cannot forget it," Baron said in such a sad tone. She was sure that Lisha was cooking all the food that was served to them, because the taste of this dish was so similar to the cuisine that Lisha always served to her husband.

"Papa do not be sad, from today papa will be able to enjoy it whenever papa wants. Mama will cook it for papa. Isn't that right, Ma?" ask Al to Lisha.

After eating, the men returned to the living room. While Lisha petrified Ken to clean the dining table.

"Let me do it, mom take a break,"

"What's wrong, that's a lot of dishwashing. Let Mama get it sorted out,"

"Yes, thank you" said Ken politely.

After Lisha rejoins them, Al wants to give her parents a chance to speak with her eyes, solving their heart problems that might still hurt each other.

For that, he took Om Ryan to his room on the grounds to tell his study. Plan, he asked the man to help him trade because market analysis and experience is quite a thumbs up.

"Come, Om to my study. That abandoned account could probably be taken advantage of as long as I'm not here" Al asked.

Not waiting for any more time, the man followed Al towards the work space in question upstairs.

"Well, cool is your work space. Can have several PCs like this," Om Ryan was flabbergasted when he saw the condition of the room iru. Just like when Ken saw this space for the first time.

"The capital is pretty good. Om can manage it. I trust everything,"

"Why not bring it to the apartment?" ask Ryan in wonder.

"I wasn't there forever. Males wants to unload. I'm playing anyway. From the first account I opened,"

"Well, it turns out you're a consistent and sustainable person. Then still use MT 4?" ask Om Ryan.

"Yes, only this and this use MT 5," Al pointed to the PC that was installed with the latest account.

"The mode is incredible, this is just one account. How can you not be rich. 10% of my account is difficult to buy a car," exclaimed Om Ryan as soon as he opened the computer in front of him and saw the capital in the account.

"Not so either. Not all accounts can be closed by presenting a profit. I'm looking for a safe o'm, the important thing is to eat,"

"You have this, so much capital is still low. Modalku not even up to 3 percent. It's because of los,"

"Well, that must be too ambitious,"

"Yes, the demands of the need,"

For quite a long time the two exchanged thoughts about the world of trading. While Baron and Lisha were already taking positions in the front gazebo. They look so serious, I don't know what the husband and wife who have been separated for so long.

Where's ken? Because everyone was busy, the girl chose to stay in the room. He's preparing the papers for the test next week. Although still a long time, he had prepared himself as best he could by studying his script over and over and reading the references on which his theory was based.

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