Women's Backlash Considered Weak

Become Customer

Celia is desperate to stop Kenard from giving Xavia a phone number. But after thinking about it long enough, he did not have the heart to lose customers

this much if you refuse.

Hatefully, she bit her lip while looking at Ken with the woman she just met exchanging phone numbers.

"Well, I'll keep your number in my phone. And make sure that you always stay active, because I can call you at any time to order," said Xavia was pleased to have gotten Kenard's number.

"Don't hesitate to call me, Miss. Once again, thanks for being our regular customer" Ken replies, putting the phone in his pocket.

Next to the car, the two of them faced each other, staring at each other. Xavia did not seem to speak, but her eyes showed happiness.

"Have you finished dealing with her phone number?" ask Celia.

Looking at them, Celia did not want them to be swept away in each other's gazes. He quickly pulls out Ken's hand until it's on his side.

"It's getting late, Ken. We better get home soon, or else we'll be stuck in the dark later" he said, looking at Xavia.

"Yes, we're going home. Just a minute." Kenard complies with Celia's desire to go home soon. Letting the woman slip spoiled on her shoulders walk to the motor.

Secretly unbeknownst to Celia, Ken turns to see Xavia still standing beside the car.

However, it turns out that Celia knew that, her heart felt as if it was burning looking at Ken's gaze which was full of meaning. He felt very uncomfortable with this situation.

"Come fast, Ken. We'll be late if you keep looking back!" Celia jerks Ken's hand. Pull it up to the motor. They both went home.

While Xavia stared in disappointment, even though Kenard did not remember him, jealousy remained. Moreover, the woman was more in control of Kenard than she was.

However, at least Xavia was happy to see that his loyal bodyguard was fine now. He smiled at his own smile at the phone number he had been given.

The longer Kenard's back moved away from his position. Xavia went straight into the car asking the driver to drive.

"You want those fish, miss?" ask driver.

"Let it be the members' meal tonight. If it's less, I'll buy it again from him" said Xavia.

In order to meet and connect with Kenard, Xavia would be willing to eat fish every day, in order to get a reason to meet again.

***

The motor is parked right in the yard.

Celia used to walk in followed by Ken later.

After returning home, Celia invited Kenard to sit in the living room, not even letting the man clean himself first. Sitting facing each other with suspicious looks.

Ken did not understand the change in this woman's attitude towards him, he just frowned confusedly.

"Gear my eyes right, Ken! Look here and answer honestly!" it was as if he was interrogating criminals in prison.

"What is it you are, Celia? Did you drink something wrong?" Ken did not take Celia's words seriously.

So that makes Celia even more furious. Sitting next to him after stomping one leg.

"I want to ask you, Ken. But I hope you answer honestly. Looking at the woman who bought all our merchandise, she was very beautiful, classy and smart. As a normal man, though,

are you interested in that woman?" ask Celia.

Despite his objections, Ken's face remains predictable. Ken was circling in his mind. The shadow of events faintly flashed was not very clear.

Ken tried to remember it, but simultaneously the memories in his memory began to break free that very second he felt an unbearable headache.

"No need to lie to me, Ken. From your gaze, anyone can read, if you like the girl. Don't think I don't know."

Kenard massaged the head, felt a throbbing.

"You should know that I don't like your way!"

Celia keeps nagging, making Ken feel annoyed and frustrated. Squeezing his own hair because his head is getting painful.

"Silence Celia! Don't say anything more!" snapped it.

Celia was instantly speechless, as well as shocked at Kenard's actions. Since getting to know Ken never once did he yell or be rude to her.

"Well, I'll shut up, Ken!" He also left with tears.

Ken felt more and more of a headache, in going to bed, lying there. He paid no heed to Celia who was angry at him anymore, he did not chase after her.

The focus is only on pain, to let out cold sweat from the temple. Withstanding the pain to put Ken to sleep, he felt confused and vaguely entered into a dreamland.

He is not in the place he lives in every day. Except the expanse of green grass, spacious and the atmosphere is so cool.

At that place Ken felt like a confused person. Because where he saw a flash of the scene while playing around with the woman he had just met earlier.

He was astonished because he felt like he had an attachment to each other. Even in a dream, the woman appears.

Running around in a gunfight while hiding from Ken who was chasing him, behind an apple tree.

"Where else are you going?" Ken managed to catch him from behind, leaving Xavia in tremendous shock. Then laugh out loud.

"How did you find me?" tanyakanya.

"You must have found even to the end of the tree" said Ken.

Unknowingly seeing the incident, both corners of Ken's lips were drawn to form a smile. A happy aura, as if creeping into him.

After seeing flashes of the incident, Ken now began to doubt his own identity. About who he really is.

Shortly after, his eyes opened, and he returned to the real world. Scooping his own face then taking a drink.

Sipping water from the glass, he thought that he would decide to investigate its origin further.

"As if there was something strange about my meeting with the woman earlier, who is she really? Why do I keep thinking about it?" muttered Ken while thinking hard.

As soon as he had to act, he could no longer live in confusion in this fishing village by being not himself.

"Where are you going, Ken?" celia asks to see Ken out of the house. Makes him strange, is Ken did not persuade him as usual, but rather ignored.

"There's important business to be done, you stay home." Ken went straight away.

Unbeknownst to Celia, Ken moves secretly to seek information about himself on the fishermen who are a profession with him.