My Kenzo
Dugongs

A handsome young man, his steps looked arrogant full of charisma. That was the figure of an abnormal person who slept with Amel, every night for 2 years. Walk in the passenger arrival area.

Amel? Beautiful woman who is seductive. Partner in bed? No, that's their relationship. Just a bedmate, that's what you call a truly ambiguous relationship. Transaction relations, between men are not sane with flat women, have no ambition, just want to live a quiet and peaceful life.

The handsome young man smiled, pulling his suitcase. "Amel!! So long!! We need to get to your parents' house!!" he snapped, stepping fast with his long legs.

"For what?" Amel clenched his forehead, stopping his steps.

"Marry with you (Marry you)." said one Kenzo smiling without sin. Walk at a fast pace."My step-son candidate is waiting for me..."

"Who wants to marry a shitty guy like you!!" he screamed, running to stop Kenzo.

The beginning of this crazy event began 3 years ago. The place, when I haven't left this country....

...How does love look? The appearance of true love is not perfect. However, it was his heart that felt it, that was perfect......

Amelis...

Amel beautiful? No, a woman, riding an online motorcycle taxi, the woman who made the taxi driver sigh so many times, got a passenger who never stopped snacking on the way.

Udah fat, eating on the road again, if marriage later maybe only her husband's needle that can deflate.. muttered the ojek maker in heart, trying to comfort himself staring at the passengers he was screwed from the rearview.

Amel, the thick-bodied woman, came down to the right of her boarding house. For a moment his steps came to a halt, the young man's face was seen again. The bespectacled young man with a pome smudge was like glue in his hair. The shirt is still in use. A smile appeared on his face, revealing braces like railroad tracks.

"Ndut (Fat) has Marina come?" tanyanya, look enthusiastic.

"Not yet, when you come home, you bring flowers for him?" Amel began to open a packet of potato chips he was carrying, sitting next to Gilang. The young man nodded.

A figurant? Maybe in a story or drama novel people like them are figurants. People who have unattractive physique, fat women and nerdy men.

A cliche reason, but that's what makes Amel dare to harbour his feelings for Gilang. The boy who loves his best friend.

Amel bit the bottom of his lips again, his fingers crept, about to reach Gilang's hand. But the sound of the motor was immediately heard, Marina has arrived.

Gilang's face looks enthusiastic, he has been chasing a Marina for months, "Marina I, this is for you." he said shyly give a bouquet of flowers for the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

Marina sighed violently, releasing the helmet that was attached to her head. "Listen Gilang, I don't need flowers. Can flowers make me not overheat while passing through the streets!? Basic geeky.." his lips walked by leaving the young man. Throw then step on the bouquet of flowers he gave.

The fat lady picked it up, a bouquet of flowers half crushed, "Disappear, Marina she .." Amel's words came to a halt.

The bespectacled young man smiled, "The car, this is a sign he wants the car for his birthday present in a few weeks' time." he said enthusiastically, without the slightest bit of disappointment visible on his face.

Amel's hand holding the bouquet of flowers that had been crushed clenched, tightening.

Why don't you just give up, there's me loving you. Given his physical appearance that is not as perfect as his best friend.

"Yes, it's possible." Amel's voice trembled, the girl's face bowed.

"He thinks I exist!! She will love me!!" an optimistic speech from Gilang's mouth, pinched Amel's cheek in a fit of anxiety, walked away with excitement.

Amel started smiling? Smile? The man she loves looks happy, that's enough for her. A foolish love, falling in love with a man who never thought it existed. The bouquet of flowers that had been crushed was hugged, sniffed at, full of smiles.

"I'm Dugong who likes princes. Medium, Marina may be the mermaid the prince loved.." she muttered, enduring the pain in her heart. I like men who don't love him.

***

Birthday cake is visible, lots of balloons are there.

"here?" amel asked, decorating his best friend's boarding room to help Gilang make a surprise birthday party.

"Yes, put it there. By the way, is my appearance good?" tanyanya, wearing a tuxedo with a bow tie that is slightly tilted.

"Your tie, let me fix it," Amel smiled, tidying up the slanted tie. For a moment the eyes behind the glasses were stared at. His heart was beating faster, he could not control it.

However, the words that came out of Gilang's mouth made him smile bitterly, "Don't look at me for too long, later you can fall in love. Ndut, you're my only friend, so you can't fall in love with me,"

His ears were suddenly pulled by Gilang's fingers, tightly.

"It hurts!!" amel grumbled, rubbing his ears.

"Your imagination is like a ridge longing for the moon. Imagined, a Dugong married a prince." he said staring intently.

"Maybe there will be a prince who is crazy enough, to like Dugong," those are the only words that come out of Amel's mouth.

His face was smiling cheerfully, holding some balloons. But his heart was not in tune with his cheerful face.

Do you miss the moon? I'll be a ridge for you. Wishing you that shine like the moon to see my love, just a little...

A few hours passed, all the preparations were finished. The car with ribbon decoration on it is parked in front of the Marina boarding house, which is adjacent to Amel. Every now and then, Gilang tidied up his appearance, staring into the mirror, the pome that smeared his hair completely stuck like glue.

From a family of conglomerates, that is the social status of a Gilang person. What is less than him may be just his appearance, precisely how to arrange the appearance. Just believe the words of his father alone, in his life there may be only the father, considering his mother had long died.

Not letting his only son go wrong in the company, creating an innocent Gilang, not knowing about how money and appearances can make him mistake his heart for sincerity.

Never saw the true appearance of the heart of a sincere fat woman always beside her. Just looking ahead, the beautiful woman looked like an angel.

Angels don't always have wings, do they? Their perfect face and physical appearance do not define them as angels. However, it was his love that proved them angels. Glad it's too innocent to realize it.

Until the woman he was waiting for arrived, "Car?" Marina knitted her forehead.

"Happy birthday..." Gilang thrust a bouquet of red roses at the woman in front of him.

"Is this a gift for me?" Marina sighed harshly, staring at the parked car in front of her boarding room.

Gilang nodded, smiling at him. A treasure? It can undeniably soften a woman's heart. For the first time Marina smiled sincerely at him, pulling Gilang's fingers into the car.

"Teach me to drive!!" he said, kissing Gilang's cheek.

"Well, I'll teach you, my attention is fine when driving," Gilang entered the car towards the driver's seat.

The car drove, leaving the boarding house. A pair of unaware people, Amel was still standing there, holding a birthday cake.

"He forgot me again .." he muttered stunned, still trying to smile. The cake was stared at, a birthday cake for Marina that Gilang bought.

Her tears flowed, foolish thoughts implied for a moment, "Marina was already happy with Gilang, I should also be happy with her birthday cake.." she muttered taking a spoon.

Perhaps because of a broken heart, or a passionate nap, the cake was the target of channeling his passion for sadness.

"Based on a stupid man!! Falling in love with a beautiful woman who is not sincere to him." he muttered with his mouth full.

"I love her sincerely, but she instead constantly chases after Marina. I know I'm fat like Dugong!! Then why!? Fat people deserve to be happy too!!" his mouth twitched, incessantly wearing cake.

Until an hour later...

"Hggeeehhhkk," the sound of the compound was heard.

The cake was really, made dead sprawled unceremoniously by him. Then the sadness disappeared.

The sound of the car came back, the two people had already returned.

"Nwut!! You ate the cake!?" Gilang yelled at his forehead.

"Hehe. sorry.." a word came out of Amel's mouth that kept Gilang from thinking. Look at the woman who has recently become her best friend.

"Basic fat!!" Gilang takes the remaining cream cake attached to the cake container, chasing after Amel who ran in fear with Gilang's anger.

Somehow Gilang can laugh loosely, forgetting the beautiful girl who is still in the car opened several boxes of paper bags after buying some luxury items.

Seriate