The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Balancing

Ken was in a hurry after parking the car. He entered one of the famous cafes in Jakarta. His eyes were wide-awake around for a moment after opening the door.

"Ken, here!"

Someone's call from the corner of the room shocked Ken. Just contact him looking for the direction of the voice and found a familiar person waving his hand. Hurry him closer.

"Old kok? The self that meets but itself that is late. How try?" babble a tall man. He uses a faded blue denim jacket similar to Dylan. The parasites are also very beautiful—nose sharp, lips slightly thin, even eyelashes also look lentic, exactly female. Unfortunately he has a jakun and of course that means he is a man.

Sean, his name is Sean. He's Ken's friend. They have known each other since childhood.

Ken didn't break the rant. He sat down without any welcome. He unbuttoned the suit and looked at Sean who was sitting leisurely leaning on the chair.

"There was more work in the office. So it must be cleaned up first," said Ken flat.

"Seriously?" Sean widened his eyes. "Don't tell me you still work there?"

Ken didn't say. His expression showed displeasure. "You know I can't quit my job" he said.

"Why can't you? Isn't Mr Burhan still in a coma? And I heard that the one who took his place now is his wife. I also heard that this replacement is a bit outrageous and just knows how to have fun. Uncompetent." Sean linked his hands together, his body even leaning towards Ken. "So, Ken. It's also free that you hang in there. I'm guessing the company will go bankrupt in the near future. So before that happens better you ...."

"Sean!" cut Ken. His face is sour. His hands were even tightly clenched. "It's my choice. My job. So please watch your words!"

"OKAY. I'm sorry. I'm mistaken. Mr. Burhan is a good man. You are loyal to him. But he's—"

"Sean!" cut Ken again. His eyes even glared. "Have you forgotten, who can I think I am for? That's Sean. He is the only one who cares and is kind. He picked me up from the parlor and gave me a scholarship. I owe him a lot. So I won't be able to go that way to the company he managed with great difficulty. You will not be able to understand, because you from birth have lived comfortably. You never owe someone else. You ...."

"Okay, okay I was wrong. I'm sorry" Sean said, he even raised both hands. He's happy to fight Ken. Ken is smart, competent and honest. He has respect for Ken.

Suddenly silent atmosphere. Ken with his own thoughts as well as Sean to the point that three minutes passed in vain.

Sipping the coffee in front of him, Sean then said, "Oh yes, by the way why are you convinced to meet? We haven't seen each other in almost a year. Suddenly you meet and ask for help. Tell me, what is it?"

Ken's still tight-lipped. He was still trying to neutralize the anger. However, Sean who did not understand began to speculate. He leaned his body toward Ken. "Don't tell me that you're not intentionally doing anything illegal?"

Ken who was still upset pushed Sean's head. He's clucking. "Then don't make it up."

Sean smiled in anguish. Ken looks calmer now. "Then?" tanyakanya.

"I need your help. Investigate someone."