Stay with me, Ken!

Prospective Ghosts

That morning, after they had breakfast, Al asked Ms. Ros for a special time. He wanted to convey something to his lover's foster parents.

"I'm sorry in advance if I did anything presumptuous" Al said carefully. Although Bu Ros' position was still as her domestic assistant, this time she did not have the courage to look at the woman's face.

"Yes, Sir. Mr. Baron and Mrs Lisha spoke to me last night, too,"

Al ventured to look at Bu Ros who was sitting in front of him. He saw the woman's face flat.

"Overnight I went to Ken's contract and took him to the apartment. Please forgive me, Mom. I've taken your daughter without permission,"

"Mr Al need not apologize, I will not forbid or advocate Ken close to Mr. If this is the case, I cannot interfere too much. Ken is an adult and his education is quite good, I think he can determine the course of his life,"

"Mom Ros, please don't call me sir. Am I not your future son-in-law" protested Al because she kept calling him Mr.

"Call me, Al only," added Al again.

"Yes, Al," said Ms. Ros a little awkward.

"Well then it will sound more familiar," Al smiled faintly.

"Ken's in my apartment, let him in there Mom. Today I have asked Bram to take care of the items in the contract. Want to move here or to an apartment?" ask Al politely.

"I'm so embarrassed. There's no valuables there. Don't need to be moved. Let it go, Al,"

"What ga, Mom. Bram's already got his way there,"

"Well, I'm not good, nih," said Miss Ros embarrassed.

"Mom, Ken said he's going home because there's business to be done. What if I come? Just look for Ken's parents,"

"I've broken up contact with Ken's mother. Ever since he left his son, his cell phone number can't be reached anymore,"

"Do you know their family and their hometown?"

"No, he just said from City D but exactly where I don't know, too,"

"You can know?"

"Yes, a long time ago. We worked at Condet. My employer and her mother's employer Ken are next door neighbors. I only survived 3 years because I was forced to go home, my parents were very sick. Ken's mother continued to work there until the last time we met. She came to my village and handed me the baby,"

"What are the chances that he's still working there?" ask Al curiously.

"No, when I started working in Jakarta again, I also had time to come to his employer's house. But being a household assistant at home is different. I couldn't see her employer because the big lady didn't live in that house anymore,"

"Can I have the address of the employer?"

Bu Ros mentioned one area in East Jakarta which is a housing complex of Arab nationals. Al recorded Ms. Ros's explanation on her cell phone.

"I'm trying to find out, if there's a clue" said Al

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble. I already have the intention, if there is still an age to look for the whereabouts of his biological parents. Let the child not always think if he is the child of an extramarital relationship,"

"Yes, let's try it first. If it can't be found, I don't have a problem. Whatever Ken's status, I accept,"

"Thank you, Al,"

"Yes, Mom. You can also go to the apartment once. Tell me to go there, I anter or can ask for help, Mr. Komar,"

"Thank you, Al. I don't know what to tell you,"

"Don't think about it, I told you. I'm your son-in-law's candidate, Bu," said Al. A happy smile expands perfectly on his face.

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Carrying a bundle of household appliances on Ken's contact, Bram climbed into Al's apartment. He was assisted by one of the security officers on duty that morning.

"Recommissioned, sir?" ask the officer named Edy. S.

"No, it's from the boarding house. Because the owner's finished college so his things are brought home,"

"Oh, isn't the owner of the room male and rarely comes here?"

"Oh," the security guard placed a large cardboard box he had brought from Bram's car in front of Al's room. Before he left, Bram gave her money tips.

"Thank you, sir," said Bram as he held out a 50 thousand note.

"Well, I can make coffee. Thank you, boss," said the man.

"Tok..tok. Even though he had access to enter but he could not carelessly enter. There's Ken who occupies this apartment.

"Czech," the door opened. Ken appears and gives Bram his sweet smile.

"I want anterin goods, everyone. There was nothing left," Bram pointed at the cloth bundle and one large cardboard box that was on the doorstep. On the side he stood.

"Yes, thank you," Ken took one step forward, lifting the cardboard at the door.

"Don't, let me. I don't want to be seen with your husband" Bram's hand held back the cardboard Ken was about to lift.

"Kok, then?" ken asked confusedly.

"Udah, just make me," without waiting for time, Bram lifted the cardboard and placed it in the living room. Following a bundle with a larger size.

"I had to carry it like this, it can't be pretelin. If this one contains clothes. The mattress I live in, the car doesn't fit," Bram explains what he's been working on with the job Al gave him.

"Sorry to be troublesome,"

"It's okay, it's my duty to serve the employer" the man said. There was a tone of dislike that was heard from his tone of speech.

"What do you drink? Let me make it,"

"No need. Thanks though. I'm going straight to Bandung. Got to check the stockies there,"

"Sorry, yeah. I've been a hassle" said Ken again, he was increasingly uncomfortable with Bram's cold attitude.

The man turned his body around, but his steps came to a halt when Al suddenly appeared in their midst.

"You're saying you're busy, you're here at this hour?" ask Al.

"I told you I was going to Bandung. If I go there first just clean up the goods can-can you inflamed," said Bram more ketus.

"Then anyway? I didn't hear you say you were going to Bandung. Sorry,"

"Hemmm," murmured Bram. He breathed his heavy breath.

"Udah, delay first. You can go there tomorrow or the day after. We have coffee first" said Al, feeling guilty.

"Our clothing stock at some outlets is minimal. Customer contact if they come there's no new collection,"

"Here you go, don't force it there. It's noon already. You'll be old on the road. I'll call our supplier, let him deliver the goods today" Al mediates.

"As far as you are, be it" said Bram. He was most reluctant to argue with Al. To be right or wrong, he never wants to give up.

"Come, sit here. The hostess has made coffee for us," Al who first sat on the sofa shifted his body so that Bram sat beside him.

"Heh.nyonya home. Lebay," Bram muttered in his heart. He feels his boss has lost 50% of his sane brain since falling in love.

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