Stay with me, Ken!

Dinner

Ken outside of the bathroom is fully dressed. He approached Al and sat in front of the man with a cheerful face. Ken was still holding the towel while rubbing his still wet hair.

"Here I give you an example of how to dry your hair, if this is how your hair can split," Al picked up Ken's towel and asked Ken to turn around. Behind him.

"If the hair is shampooing, do not twist or squeeze hair like this, your hair becomes easily broken. Enough in the squeeze slowly, the water has also come out,"'

"Balikkin front hair, comb the hair slowly with your hands," said Al again. He flipped Ken's half-dry hair forward and patiently combed the hair with his five fingers.

"Geli," Ken squirmed as he felt something warm at his nape.

"Emang flanked? I'm just combing my hair" said Al lying. He did not want to admit if blowing Ken's back neck slowly with the intention of disturbing.

"Lied,"

"That's great, huh?" Al no longer continues his work. He pulled his hand from Ken's hair. Al grabbed Ken from behind and put the body in his direction.

"Mau diginiin," Al kissed Ken's back neck until he was too keen and removed Al's hand from his body.

"Sorvenly" Ken turned his body and now sat facing Al kembsli while putting on his fierce face.

"But like it, right?" ask Al naughty.

"Geli, tau," said Ken while falling down.

"Good, if there is a reaction that means you are normal" Al said.

"So far, I thought I was dead who could feel the writhing,"

"Ha.ha. Her hair is dry. Don't comb it first. Comb with fingers. Tomorrow-tomorrow if you want more spout, do not use a towel like this, wear a cotton shirt if there is one. Try it, easy to dry,"

"Yes, try it later. But it's easier if you use a hair dryer, anyway," Ken spoke like that with the intention of insinuating, he still remembered how Al theorized how to catch fish end-end using a rake.

"Ha..ha....iya. why do you add pinter anyway?"

"You like prank. So memorized,"

"Goodle. I must have bought a hair dryer because it must be very necessary for you. If shampooing 4-5 times a day would bother to dry hair like this," said Al while holding a smile.

"meaning?" ken asked confusedly. He still could not digest the direction of his lover's conversation.

"Ga there is no point in being answered now, I will prove it immediately," he said more amusedly.

"Ih, what the hell? Don't know, obviously" Ken sulks.

"Ha.ha..," Al's laughter grew more amused.

"Come, go, I've laper," take Al. He stood up straight from his seat. Ken also followed Al.

"What's the difference first or what?" al was confused.

"Differentiate it later, there is no point now. All you see is you doang," said Ken with the intention of revenge for Al's speech earlier.

"Ha.ha. You use powder or not the same. Tadpole," Al flicked the tip of Ken's nose with a mischievous smile.

"That, huh?" sahut Ken spoiled.

"It's not so good that I'm tired of coming here. Ogah really," Al went straight outside and approached his motorbike which was parked in front of the tenement.

Ken turned off the lights before he left. But hurriedly Al reminded something because he saw Ken was just a hand.

"Which phone?"

"Yes, I forgot," Ken hurriedly went inside and snatched his backpack. They left the contract when the clock showed at 21:10 WIB.

********

"Cock us here?" Ken gets confused when the motorbike driven by Al heads to his apartment.

"Udah was,"

"She wants to eat, why come here?' ken protest.

"Food order via online. It's up to you to eat what's important to be full. Send it to the apartment," Al orders.

"Why not at the tent stall in front of the apartment?" ken's still trying the nego.

"Old queue, males. Order it now. We'll take the food, we'll get the food. Buruan, I'm laper,"

"Yes, I'll order first. I want some seafood. Can ya?" ken asked half a whine.

"OKs. Find the nearest restaurant from the apartment," Ken said, talking to himself. His hands are busy with his cell phone, making orders.

"15 minutes, here. Speed, ga?" ask Ken. He was worried that the food had arrived but they were still on the road.

"Ga, we're going to get this, too,"

********

Arriving at the apartment, eating them was waiting. Al immediately gave tips to the driver because he wanted to wait. Meanwhile, Ken immediately brought in the food and prepared it at the dining table.

"Tremendously, it was applied 15 minutes," said Al.

"There are orders here too, so all are made,"

"Oh, thank you sir. The groceries were paid for via the app, yes!"

"Yes, Mas. Thank you" said the man.

Dara saos Padang shells ordered by Ken and two servings of rice are served on the table.

"Eat it here," pinta Al.

"OKs. I moved there first," With Ken bothering to take the food that was ready at the dinner table to the guest table.

"His son is really like it," said Al as soon as he saw the shellfish with red sauce and one fish grilled.

Al opened the rice and ate. Gradually, it seemed that he was already too hungry. Ken is also so, the issue is not less exciting than Al.

Whether hungry or having just met a good meal, Ken devoured the dish with vigor. To the extent that his lips were smeared with seashell sausage. Al had warned him to eat quietly, but he kept repeating.

"When you eat the same I'm shy, now shy," said Al who saw Ken eating a mess.

"He..He. I'm a really good laper. Sorry,"

"Turkey look! On the netes on the shirt," oceh Al.

"The table is too short,"

"Lifted plate. Look, nih," Al exemplifies how to eat well without a table. The left hand holds the plate, the right hand for bribing.

"Udah perdil. The name is new, by the way,"

"So I was like this, too, you're not careful,"

"Well, you're eating like this so dirty" Al protested as the sauce splattered again on Ken's lips. Al is quite upset that Ken is not paying attention to his words. Al finally cleaned the sauce with his lips.

"Cup..cup...cup. ..," Ken was shocked when Al who had finished eating directly attacked him in droves.

"Sorvenly," Ken pushed Al's body backwards.

"Ha.ha.....Cuiman that feels spicy, salty, savory, the taste of mussels dara saos Padang," he chuckled.

"Jigongnya everywhere, "Ken wiped his lips that were swept by Al.

"Abis spelled ga denger. You think kab?"

"Hah..so no appetite this way," Ken began to sulk.

"What's? You said no taste? One pack of rice is already abis!" Al Protest.

"Ha.ha." Ken felt victorious for making Al ride.

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