Chapter 3: Knowing the truth about Ken

As I started to feel better and had released all the pain I had been feeling, we finally headed to the kitchen to eat. Ken assisted me in moving to a chair, where I could begin eating.

Ken patiently attended to me, serving me food and rice, which made me feel embarrassed by his gestures. However, while we were all eating, I noticed that all the helpers who served him were eating at the same dining table.

I felt something different about him—I admired his demeanor, realizing he was not like the other bosses who needed to eat first before their helpers. It dawned on me that even during these times, there were people like him who valued everyone equally.

"You have been in a daze for a while. Just eat a lot and fill yourself up," he said, making me realize that I had been staring at him the whole time.

With that, he stood up from his seat and drank some water. "I'm full. I'll just go to your room to fix your bed," he announced.

At that moment, Manang Minda got up and quickly drank some water too. "Sir, let me do it; it's our job," she insisted.

"Please, Manang Minda, just stay here and finish your meal. I can handle preparing the bed," Ken responded.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, go ahead," he replied.

Manang Minda and the other helpers didn't say anything and continued eating. Before I could speak, Manang Minda beat me to it, offering a warm smile before speaking.

"He's really kind," she said, and I couldn't help but look up upon hearing those words from her.

"Ken?" I questioned.

"Yes, Ma'am," she replied.

"Oh, please don't call me Ma'am; it sounds too formal and might make you feel uncomfortable," I requested.

"Okay."

"Let's just stick to calling me Ijha. To be honest, I don't know or remember my real name or last name, so calling me Ijha is fine for now, Manang Minda," I shared.

I saw a tinge of sadness in their eyes upon hearing my words, and Manang Minda gently held my hand, causing me to lift my head up once more.

"Don't worry; you'll remember everything again," she comforted me in those trying times.

"Do you know that Sir Ken has been taking care of you and administering your medication?" she revealed.

I froze upon hearing that from Manang Minda; it caught me off guard, as I thought she had taken me to the hospital for treatment. I couldn't help but ask about it.

"Wait... Wait a minute. What do you mean?" I inquired.

"What you heard is correct, Ijha. Sir has been caring for you from the hospital until you were transferred here to his Mansion," she explained.

I was in disbelief at what Manang Minda shared, not expecting another thought to enter my mind at that moment. Could he be the one dressing me? Well, probably not, but before I could ponder on such thoughts, Manang Minda spoke again, seeming to notice the change in my thoughts.

"He's the one dressing you, so you have nothing to worry about," she clarified.

All the helpers chuckled at Manang Minda's statement, and I couldn't help but laugh too, realizing how absurd my thinking was.

"I'm sorry, Manang Minda. I thought something else had happened," I confessed.

"Sir is kind and wouldn't do anything to harm you; he asked me to assist you in such situations," she reassured me.

"You're lucky to have a Professional Doctor like Sir Ken look after you," she added.

I couldn't believe what I heard from Manang Minda, and I was deeply impressed by Ken at that moment. I thought how lucky I really was for him to give me importance and let me stay in his Mansion. I didn't know how to express my gratitude to him, but I knew that one day I would reciprocate all the kindness he showed me. Perhaps during those times, I would finally learn the truth about my identity and what truly happened to me.