Princess Endut
38. Ken Satya State

The gray vespa motor appears to be traveling at a speed entering a two-story house that looks simple black iron.

There were many flowers in the courtyard of the house with white plastic pots that had been neatly arranged. I don't know how many types of flower plants are there that clearly look very beautiful.

The Vespa motorbike stopped when it had reached the front of the yard which was able to accommodate several cars. He reached into the pocket of his black jacket and looked at it for a moment and put it back in his jacket pocket.

The man in a uniform that looks untidy is now stepping into the house while removing the black helmet that had earlier protected his head.

"Welcome to the loving home of Mama's most beautiful child, dear Keken. Mom's son is the most handsome."

The man immediately gawked at the motherly woman who was seen using an apron with some food seasoning dirt on the surface of his apron which immediately gave a kiss on both cheeks of a man who was much taller than him.

"Keken, Keken didn't fall, was it on the bike?" ask Laila who is the mother of the man.

Ken Satya Negara, the man who is seen wearing a flat face is a man who always bully one school with his spicy mouth but look at him like a 5-year-old boy if in front of Laila.

Do not be surprised by the name Keken. The name Keken is ingrained and this name is Ken's favorite name if at home. This is the nickname of his mother.

Laila stared from head to toe at Ken and turned him around trying to make sure there were no cuts or abrasions on the body of his beloved son.

"Nothing, Ma," Ken replied honestly.

"How do you know, Keken fell continuously injured," he said with an anxious face.

Ken is still silent. Letting Laila check all of his body for him to be absolutely sure. Don't be surprised if Laila is so sensitive to Ken because Ken is the only child in this small family and Laila doesn't want anyone to hurt her child.

"Nothing, Ma."

Ken stepped in and let Laila carry her bag into the kitchen. It's a habit every day to check Ken's supplies that Laila always keeps in her bag.

"Ken."

The sound of a long tone was heard making Ken who was now opening the cracker can turned to look at Laila who was now holding provisions with a piece of bread that was left a little.

"Not finished anymore?"

Ken closed his eyes tightly. Foolish, Kevin and Roy apparently did not spend all the bread and instead narrate it a little.

"Ah, sorry, Ma. Ken was already full, so did not have time to skip, deh. Sorry, yeah."

Laila smiled sweetly. He stepped closer to Ken and pinched his daughter's squeezed cheek which was now only able to laugh blandly.

"It's okay, Keken. Keken it's Mama's favorite child most dear Mama, Mama's heart, Mama's rainbow that always colors Mama's life, like the moon that lights Mama's night..."

Ken could only smile while nodding his head as if he was enjoying a poem from Laila, well for Ken it was a poem.

Ken has often heard this long sentence even Ken to memorize the arrangement of the sentence.

"But tomorrow is finished, yes."

Ken smiled pretentiously and then nodded quickly just like the little boy who was so obedient to his mother.

Ken is now sculpted at the dining table while slowly hitting the surface of the wooden table produces a sound that resembles drum music making Ken's head occasionally sway following the melody of his music.

"When do you come home, Ma?" asked Ken while staring at the back of Laila who was about 45 years old who was now busy frying an egg mixed with scallions.

Laila turned to look at Ken who had been faithful waiting for his cooking ever since.

"Well, why did Keken ask Mama? Kan Keken every day the same Father."

"The key, it's rare, Ma."

"What was Ken playing at school?"

"Main what?"

"Main motor. I don't want to race motorbikes, do I?"

"No, Mama always forbid Keken to race," replied Ken then scratched his head that did not itch.

Laila doesn't know if her son is the head of a motorcycle gang.

"Si Ken doesn't wait for you."

The man's voice in an annoyed tone was heard making the two creatures who were at the dining table turn their heads.

"Good morning, Mr. Ahmad," said Ken as he waved his hand.

Yep, he was Ahmad's teacher who had made Weva cry earlier at school because he had differentiated him with Fhina.

Mr. Ahmad is the real father of Ken and this is why Ken can be accepted at Cendrawasih International School.  

"Kok, the hell Ken dinggalin Mr?" ask Ahmad and sit in the dining chair.

"Well, you didn't make a deal with Ken" defended Ken while busy chewing the rice that Laila had fed with her hands.  

The corner of Mr. Ahmad's lips lifted and occasionally gulped staring at Ken who occasionally opened his mouth to let a mouthful of rice from the fingers into his mouth.

"Cih, spoiled you," upset Mr. Ahmad who is now staring at Laila who is pampering his son.

"So envious of you," added Mr. Ahmad again with the look of his face made to frown.

"If you're jealous, you've asked the nyapu grandmother."

"Well, my grandmother is dead, Ken."

"Yes, followed by dong, sir," Ken joked.

"Ken!" reprimand Laila while hitting Ken's shoulder slowly trying to remind Ken's words. Well, sometimes Ken can't think about what he's going to say.

"Joking, Ma," bela ken.

"Udah ordinary, Ma," said Mr. Ahmad and laughed making Ken and Laila laugh.

Mr. Ahmad is silent now. Tapping on the surface of the table while staring at every thing that the two people he loves most in this world do.

Laila stirred the warm white milk in a Spiderman-patterned glass and stuck it out to Ken who grabbed it. Ken who intended to drink it immediately glanced at Ahmad who had been staring at him since.

"Drink milk to be more stubborn at school" whispered Mr. Ahmad in a mocking tone.

Ken turned to look at Laila who now looked busy with the porridge he made for Ken.

"Hust!" reprimanding him while putting his index finger at the end of his lips.

Laila stepped towards the table, placed a bowl of chicken porridge with a picture of Spiderman in front of Ken and landed a kiss on Ken's hair.

Ken glanced at his father while raising both eyebrows makes Mr. Ahmad now sigh long.

"She's gonna kiss, Keken, ah."

Both Ken's eyes were rounded. Being kissed by his father was a disaster for him. Not the intention of not wanting to, but Mr. Ahmad deliberately wet his lips before peeping Ken cheek so that his saliva stick on Ken's cheek.

"No need!" reprimand Ken when Mr. Ahmad has stepped towards him.

"Gum kiss, really," he said while licking both of his lips with a tongue movement that was deliberately slowed.

mr. Ahmad touched both of Ken's cheeks and pulled him to make Ken squirm while rebelling trying to stay away from lips that look shiny because of saliva.

"Yahoo!!! Please Keken!!!" shout Ken.       

Laila laughed to see Ken and Ahmad who were now running around the dining table. Ken runs and hides behind Laila's body which he holds onto both his shoulders.

"Here, Keken!"

"No! Father's mouth stinks."

"No smell. Here you kiss first."

Laila laughed when Ahmad returned to running to make Ken go back around the dining table even to crawl on the table column trying to avoid the pursuit of his father.

My palace house, yes, it's true.

I always feel happy and laughing.  

Many say that I am the worst person in the world because of my bad attitude in school.

I don't like to hide my feelings. If I am happy, well I will show you with a smile even a laugh and if I am sad....

Saddened?

Is that sad?

Pardon me! I was never sad.

There is no sad word in my dictionary.

How can I be sad if I have friends, relatives, fathers and Mama who always give me with love.

Bullying someone, well that's my hobby, because I'm Ken Satya country. 

Again, I'm Ken Satya Negara