My Kenzo
Distrusting

Personal waiter? No one expected it, his job was to help Kenzo escape from the hospital every night. The young man had a sleep disorder, due to the symptoms of a personality disorder he suffered.

Frans, who is his current assistant, certainly wants the best care for Kenzo, who suffered a shooting incident a few months ago. However, for some reason, the young man could only sleep better on the streets, park benches, store offices, or similar places like a bum.

So no wonder, the choice of being a servant fell on Amel who would not refute his orders.

In the hospital, panic again occurred...

"Search all over the place!!" snapped Frans, looking for the whereabouts of his master.

The entire hospital was completely searched leaving not a single place.

No one realized, a young man slept in a newspaper-stained patient's shirt, his face and body covered in newspapers. In the area near the hospital, on the sidewalk. Like a hit-and-run victim. The wind revealed the newspaper covering his face. The handsome young man was seen, smiling trying to fall back asleep, while covering his face with the newspaper that had been revealed.

While Amel sat on a nearby park bench, waiting for him. Just in case if there is a PP satpol coming.

One curious passerby, thinking it was a hit-and-run victim, was about to unveil the newspaper.

But Amel's voice stopped him, "That's my friend, he's drunk." he said staring at Kenzo's almost disturbed sleep.

"Owh, I guess the bodies of murder victims, or homeless people who died suddenly. Bring the tent home, will die of cold." said the pedestrian looked strangely, on the body wrapped in a newspaper completely.

Amel sighed many times, clenching his forehead, not understanding the figure of his master.

Until Kenzo suddenly woke up, "The voice of the man made me feel good." - he growled.

So if you want to sleep soundly without anyone passing by. Sleep at the north pole, at least a passing bear, foraging.

"We went back to the hospital" he said, walking followed by Amel who was still busy drinking fragrant tea shoots and eating the juice of bread.

As usual he will obey the person who gives him a salary. Even though the young man always acted out of reason.

Their hospital elevator climbs up to the floor of a heavily guarded VVIP room. The guards bowed in respect. Including Frans, as Kenzo's personal assistant.

"Sir...?" said it.

"I can't sleep, buy me a red, orange, clear soda." she ordered.

"Yes sir..." Frans looked down respectfully.

The outpatient door was opened, lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room.

"I'm sorry." said Amel with a mouth full of chewing half the remaining bread juice.

"Wait on!! You sleep on the couch!!" a commandment that an Amel cannot refute.

The woman drank her bud tea, then laid herself on the sofa. Like, a fat bear, after a meal immediately slept long on the sofa with a peaceful face.

"Amel!! Should I try to sleep at the stop?" he asked, but a subtle snoring sound was heard.

The young man clenched his forehead, envious? Right, that's how he feels right now. Amel fell asleep like the fat cat Garfield.

"Her path of sleep precedes me." he muttered annoyedly, until Kenzo walked up to him. Look at Amel's face, like a sleeping princess? No, more like a Grizzly bear.

Kenzo thought for a moment, changing the position of the sofa backrest, which if functioned can be enough bed for two people. Out of nowhere, the young man began to lie beside Amel.

Hugged him like a big teddy bear. Slowly his eyes closed, getting a comfortable feeling. Comfortable feeling? More precisely the young man was just thirsty with affection.

For the first time Kenzo can sleep soundly without the influence of sleeping pills, in a place other than the street or the store. Hugging her arms on the fat body of Amel, the body where the kang ojek only, between ogah and not piggybacking on her.

For some reason, his heart felt warm, probably because of the many wounds in the young man's heart. Kenzo can fall asleep, better this time.

Tok.tok...

"Master?" frans' voice was heard, but did not get an answer.

She tried to escape again, she murmured inwardly, opening the door quickly.

Slowly the door closed again, after putting a few cans of soda on the table, settles down not wanting to make the slightest sound. Remembering his employer's anger if he can't get enough sleep.

Frans, sighed repeatedly. Weirdo? It was truly the strangest sight he had seen for the first time.

"Did I dream." he muttered, patting his own cheek. Walking in a gontai step thought he was just imagining.

***

The warmth from the sunlight felt on his face. Slowly the girl opened her eyes. What a beautiful dream? Maybe that's what he suspected.

The nose is sharp, the skin is pure white in the sun, the eyebrows look firm, truly a miracle of God. But a slight elongated scar was seen on his forehead, which was usually covered in his hairstyle.

Slowly, Amel's hands lifted, palpating the scar on Kenzo's forehead.

"Handsome.." he muttered.

Second.two seconds.three seconds...

Amel's brain was restarted digesting, whose face in front of him at this time. His eyes were perfectly rounded, "Crazy people!!" he said his reflex closed his mouth knowing he was speaking wrong.

Slowly Amel removed Kenzo's legs and hands, from his body, hoping that the sleep-disordered young man would not wake up. Then grab his bag, walk around, get out of the room quickly.

On-line ojek in his order, leaving as soon as possible from the hospital area, his adrenaline was really spurred to sleep next to a young man who was actually sometimes tempramental. "Campus!! Mucus!! Mucus!!" he cried out in fear, still on his online ojek drove.

Until finally arrived at the rented house that had been in place three weeks with a pale face.

"Amel, bathe Sany first huh? I want to fry the fish." said Vienna, handing over the tiny white baby.

Amel sighed many times, taking off the clothes of the tiny white baby. "I want to confide," he said to the baby who understood nothing.

The baby only blinked occasionally smiling at his foster mother.

"Look, my life is too hard. After that, you don't know if you have to go back to work or not. If work has the possibility to be killed, for sleeping next to the insane who are really rich. If it does not work, how to eat. Do you have a solution for mom?" tanyanya while soaking her daughter's body.

The little baby just smiled and laughed, unable to answer at all...

"I know!! You also need money for milk and diapers." murmured, bowed to find the absolute solution of the tiny baby.

In the shadow of Amel Kenzo may be raging full of disgust.

Run amuck? Indeed, the young man woke up with a bright face, looking more refreshing.

Sit down to eat breakfast, and a glass of orange juice is sitting there. Occasionally staring at the international news from the tab before him.

"Your servant in this country was named Amel Anggraini. Graduates of S1 finance," said Frans, provide brief information.

"A weakness? Background?" he said while eating a piece of poch egg.

"Lower middle class family. His brother is in prison on murder charges. His sister, who just graduated from SMU, is still in the business of adopting a baby with no clear background." replied Frans.

He asked as if he was going to approach her, did she like it... Frans clenched his forehead looking suspiciously.

"Create a two-year contract to accompany me in bed every night, following all my rules. In return, solve his family's problems..." Kenzo smiled, drinking a glass of orange juice.

"Two years!? But we're in this country for only less than a month more!?" Frans sighed harshly not understanding.

"He'll follow me wherever I go from now on. Too often taking sleeping pills is also not good for health, right? So, suppose he is from now on an expensive sleeping drug with no side effects.." he muttered, starting to slice the meat.

"Yes sir..." Frans gave a rough breath.

Kenzo won't like fat women, this is purely because of his sleep disorder. There's no way people seem to like the female version of Hulk, right? Kenzo likes Amel? not likely...But if the constant dependence of sleep with him, how Kenzo married later... Frans scrunched his forehead, worried about the life of the young man before him. Let alone a boyfriend, friends do not have.

Will any wife be willing to share a bed with a servant? Will Amel be able to close his eyes, pretend to be asleep if Kenzo gets married and goes through his first night? Strange thoughts from Frans who imagined... If Kenzo gets married later, and still needs Amel to sleep well...

Seriate