Princess Endut
185. Distracting

Brilyan let out a long sigh and then forced to sit on the floor at Ken's request made Ken turn around and laugh while covering his mouth.

"My father came in first, yes," said Ken who still turned his back to them and then stepped away leaving Brilyan and Weva in the living room.

Ken went back into the kitchen to make Laila and Ahmad turn their heads.

"Have they come in?"

"Already, sir."

Mr. Ahmad nodded. He stepped out of the kitchen making Ken who was busy again cutting a carrot glancing. He smiled slightly as he tried to hold back his laughter.

Mr. Ahmad frowned in surprise looking at Brilyan who was seen sitting on the floor while Weva who appeared to be sitting on a chair.

"Who? How come Brilyan's sitting on the floor?" ask Ahmad who is approaching.

Brilyan smiled slightly.

"Yes, sir said this chair is broken."

"Well? Said who? The chair isn't broken, though."

Brilyan gawking. He looked at Weva, who was laughing at him while keeping his mouth shut.

"But that was the word"

"Now, tuh! The seat is fine," cut Mr. Ahmad who sat in the chair. He went up and down trying to show and prove that this chair is really not damaged like what Brilyan said.

Brilyan quickly got up from the floor. He took a deep breath and smiled looking at Ahmad and Weva in turn.

"But the son of the Father said this chair is broken."

"Say my son? Ken?"

"Hahaha!!!"

Ken's laughter rang out from the kitchen, making Brilyan, Ahmad and Weva turn their heads.

Brilyan closed both of his eyes tightly. This must be because it was the man who had been working on it.

Ahmad shook his head. His son has never changed. There must have been an act of violence that he always did to his guests.

"A, Brilyan. Forgive your son, yes."

Brilyan smiled then nodded. Fortunately, he is a patient person and not easily angry if not maybe he has been looking for Ken and beat him up.

Brilyan sat down to the chair. He took out some textbooks that he brought from home and put them on the table and this was also done by Weva. Fortunately, Weva has several package books that have been at home for a long time.

Mr. Ahmad who sat in front of his two students was seen smiling proudly. There seemed to be no words of regret after he chose Brilyan and Weva to represent the school. They look very harmonious, handsome and beautiful and also look compact in learning. They seem to have a sense of enthusiasm in following the race later.

"Your children should be compact, serious and focused. Selfishness is not used here. If you use selfishness then defeat is the finish line you get."

"Father knows, a race for Brilyan is common. His name has even been heard very often in every announcement of the winner."

"Brilyan has a lot of experience and that's why, Chlorine!"

"Yes sir," Weva said quickly.

"Father wants you to be serious in following this careful intelligent race. Learn from Brilyan if you need you want to ask anything about how to answer, string a word that is short, solid and right when you want to answer."

The whistling sound was heard making Mr. Ahmad, Brilyan and Weva turned to look at Ken who was seen whistling across them and then climbed the steps so casually.

Mr. Ahmad laughed a little and then turned to look at Brilyan and Weva who were still staring at the stairs where Ken passed by earlier.

"I'm sorry, Father's son, yes. He really likes that."

"Em, we go on, yes so I want you to learn a lot from Brilyan."

"Okay, sir," Weva replied again. He occasionally glanced at Brilyan who looked silent. His face looks so handsome like this.

Weva never thought he could be close to Brilyan. Weva now realized that a struggle and effort would never betray results.

The whistling sound was heard again making Mr. Ahmad, Brilyan and Weva turned to look at Ken who was seen down the steps. He walked back to the kitchen on purpose.

Ahmad returned to his head. It seems that his daughter was a bit busy at this minute.

Ken flicked his lips while glancing cynically at Weva and Brilyan. They could sit close like that.

Bruk!!!

The clinking sound of the glass was heard when Ken accidentally hit Laila who was carrying a tray containing two warm cups of tea.

"Why would you like to do something?"

"It's tea for your guests."

"Tea?" asked Ken until his lips returned a mischievous smile.

"Well, let Ken bring it." Ken reaching for the tray made Laila's face flustered.

"Well, isn't it nicotine?"

"No, even Ken likes it" she replied, smiling sweetly and making Laila smile. He stroked his son's cheek and walked away.

Ken glanced at Laila making sure she actually left. He laughed and ran after putting the tray of warm tea on the table. He opened the closet while clenching. He looked left and right as he reached for the container of salt in the cupboard.

Ken opened the container, sprinkled salt into a glass of warm tea and stirred it until the salt dissolved.

"Now, you drink salty tea so that your brain is more diluted and your performance is wider as the salty warm tea is like a vast blue sea."

"Lo think it's not good if you don't have a beautiful experience at home beloved Ahmad sir."

Ken put the salt container back in the cupboard. He rubbed his two salted hands on the surface of his shirt and smiled broadly.

"Okay, warm tea is ready to be served."

He lifted the tray of warm tea and then stepped so casually towards the guest room.

"Well then you go inside first, yeah a minute."

"Yes, sir," Weva and Brilyan replied while nodding.

Mr. Ahmad got up intending to step into the kitchen but, his steps stopped to find Ken who stepped while carrying a tray.

"Ih, Keken bring what?"

Brilyan and Weva turned to look at Mr. Ahmad who is now talking to each other there.

"Teh, sir. For your guests," replied Ken who immediately glanced cynically at Brilyan who was only speechless with a flat face.

"Where's Mom? How, didn't Mama bring it?"

"It's okay for Ken to bring it."

"Ihhh, how gaunt son of Father. Like a girl," an anxious Mr. Ahmad who immediately pinched Ken's cheek.

Brilyan bowed. What he saw now was something that would never happen to him. Having a father like Johan was a disaster she had ever felt.

Johan never did that. Never mind to praise him, Johan even just came to ask how his achievements in school.