A Man From Daddy

A Man From Daddy
Ken 2's


It was a busy morning for Chloe. Where, he must prepare for the first presentation in front of the client later in Bandung. He looks very neat wearing a heart-red shirt and a short black skirt. While compiling the files that had been scattered on his room table.


"Chloe, are you done packing?" Aunt Loli asked from Chloe's wide open door.


"A little while tan. Dad's downstairs, right?" Chloe asked back to see if her father was ready.


"Yes, it's breakfast again. Later if you have already followed, we have breakfast together." Aunty Loli said as she walked out of Chloe's room.


"Yes Tan is already."


Chloe tidied her hair, not forgetting to spray her mainstay parfume all over her body, picked up the bag and rushed after the breakfast Dad. Shaken by Chloe's view because at the dinner table there is Ken who also enjoys breakfast with Dad and Aunt Loli.


"Come on Kenan" said Chloe


"Eh hey Chlo, let's have breakfast hehe..." Invite Ken with a sweet smile on his lips that can smooth blood circulation throughout Chloe's body.


"Chlo, let's sit here for breakfast instead of dumbass." Keep up Dad anyway.


He immediately sat in his chair opposite Ken.


"Do you want fried rice or Chloe bread? Ask Aunt Loli.


"Eh. hem fried rice with Tan." He said as he began to scoop the fried rice onto his plate.


It is clear that he was nervous to learn of Ken's whereabouts at his home and had breakfast with his family.


It's not what makes Chloe so nervous but, he tries to ignore the sense that he is currently feeling.


Just a spoonful of rice that entered Chloe's mouth suddenly Dad started a conversation with something surprising.


"Chlo will go to Bandung with Ken yes, because Dad is not feeling well anymore," said Dad immediately stopped chirping Chloe.


"Huh Dad?! But didn't Chloe just first meet a past client without Dad?" Chloe's complaining spoiled.


"Have calmed down, they also know that you will be presenting. Anyway, there's Ken you can ask him for help if there's something or lack of understanding. Ken also leads a well-known company in Singapore. It's just, he's on leave here so yes according to Dad he can accompany you," said Father.


"Gini Chloe, I asked Om to accompany you. At first, I refused, afraid that you would be uncomfortable. But because Om also hopes, I'm not good to refuse," continued Ken with eyes so sharp pointed into Chloe's eyes that made him unable to retaliate.


Oh my... He has such beautiful eyes. Like this, I can be hypnotized by his gaze. I couldn't keep looking at him, he was so handsome, sweet, thick-browed, ideal body, clean skin and beautiful eyes. The dreams of women.


"Hello Chloe's... Do you mind?" Ken asked, this time not only looking at Chloe but she gave a sweet caramel smile.


"Eh yes Ken, I'm not good at bothering you" Chloe replied nervously.


"It's a coincidence that I want to take a vacation in Bandung hehe..."


"Nah, Ken's okay, baby. Yasudah let's continue the breakfast." He continued, smiling as if knowing that his daughter was enamored with Ken.


"Oh yes Chlo better you do not wear a skirt first, because we go to Bandung by car later after you get there just change it. I'm afraid your long journey is uncomfortable. Jakarta to Bandung is quite far hehe..." Ken suggested.


"What's Ken, I'm used to wearing a comfortable skirt just want to be far or near. It's just sitting sweet in the car hehe." Chloe said as she continued to take her eyes off Ken.


Look Daddy who enjoys breakfast while continuing to pay attention to them and smile like something tickles.


"Om, our aunt left first..." Shouted Ken from inside the car and was ready to drive the princess.


"Well, Tan will see you tomorrow." continued Chloe as she waved her hand.


After 20 minutes of travel, not a word came out of Chloe's or Ken's mouth. Not knowing what was on their minds but it was obvious that Chloe was so nervous that she only dared to look down the road as if enjoying the ride. Similarly, Ken who had just focused on driving added to the cold atmosphere. Chloe tries to melt the atmosphere by turning on her favorite jazz music.


"Do you like jazz?" Ken asked again, looking at Chloe


"She likes it." Chloe replied briefly and continued to enjoy her gaze ahead.


"Where is Jazz music from?" Ask Ken again.


"From the United States in the early 20th century to the roots of African and European music as far as I know." Chloe obviously.


Ken just nodded and smiled. Then the atmosphere began to cool again they just silence while enjoying jazz music.


Not long after that Ken started the conversation again.


"Chlo you're not sleepy? Just go to sleep when I tell you."


"Gak ken, I like to enjoy traveling so long roads are rarely sleepy or sleepy." Chloe replied with a smile.


"Hehe... I won't kidnap you." Canda Ken while glancing at it for a moment.


"Not Ken hehe.... I'm not fucking." Chloe replied spoiled which made Ken laugh all of a sudden.


"Kok laugh?" Chloe asked confusedly.


"You're like a child like that, hehe..." Ken Goda.


"Ah time anyway? Shame dong me..."


"Haha, funny. Oh yes Chlo later there you have to report me yes go anywhere because you have been entrusted with me. I must take care of you until you return to Jakarta."


The words made Chloe's heart instantly melt. He thought, guarded forever the same Ken he did not refuse.


"Yes Ken. Thanks though. Your parents are here, Ken?"


"No. I have been living in Singapore since my parents both died. So I have to continue their business in Singapore. In the past, from childhood until the end of my studies in Indonesia." Ken said sadly on his face.


"Oh... Sorry Ken. I'm so sad, yeah."


"Just relax Chloe hehe..."


They start to look familiar and start talking about each other, work and even romance.


Ken is the perfect guy. He looks good, honest, sincere, smart and also very handsome. Like the angel Chloe's been dreaming of.


He ignores Ken and may begin to like him though, not expecting his feelings to be reciprocated by Ken because knowing him alone is like an opportunity that comes once a thousand years.