My Kenzo
Season Two: Seizing Soda

Slowly the high heels let go, moving his neck exhausted. Walking up to the waiter who was cleaning the house, with breakfast on the table untouched.

Amel let out a rough sigh, "Where are the children?" tanyakanya.

"Nobody is awake yet, young master and young lady come home at 3 am." replied the servant, looking down.

Amel simply sighed, walking as he began to contact homeschooling teachers Scott, Ferrell and Febria to arrive later in the day. The school through online holds mandatory meetings with the supervising teacher several times.

The academic ability of his children need not be doubted. They do not like to play with their peers, only with their brothers, because other children are too stupid. A true lie that Amel, Ferrell and Febria knew did not want anyone to ask about their father.

Don't want to be envious to hear her friends talk about their family vacation. Two kids who pretend to be okay, though actually miss the father they never met.

Until he reached his room, Amel took off his clothes, put on a basket of dirty clothes. Walking without a thread attached to his body.

His eyes closed, after filling the liquid soap in the bathtub then soak, remove fatigue. He only wanted to live a normal life with his small family - his twin, doting adopted son and Kenzo - but Ferrell and Febria were given high IQs. As well, his five adopted children also have intelligence that cannot be underestimated.

It's not his dream, but it's nice to have a heavy and beautiful crown. For a girl, chastity is her precious crown. However, for a mother, the child from her womb or not is the glory and crown inscribed with diamonds on her head.

Until finally Amel out of the bathtub wash his beautiful body under the swift air shower. Staring at himself in the mirror, "He's Kenzo.." he muttered with a smile, recalling Dava's figure.

Know it? Of course, which man can provoke his emotions. Oppress him with all his words. However, it is undeniable that his heart is pounding until now, the eyes in both softlens are really Kenzo. But what exactly happened...

The bathrobe covered the beauty of his body, his wet hair began to dry. Think about something, then smile.

Laptop starting to turn on, some devices in the pair. A heaker? His ability did not decrease at all. The fingers move quickly, one by one the data is opened. Some websites break into him, until various information is obtained about the figure of a young man named Dava.

However, the face in the photo is different from the costplayer he meets. His fingers moved even faster, looking for information on things that happened 7 years ago. The name of the hospital was there.

The woman let out a rough sigh, going back to having to drill down even further. Lastly, the patient's medical records were found.

"Dissociative Amnesia?" muttered. Without finding a medical record of facial reconstruction. But in the statement of the change of identity photos there is a reason for facial reconstruction there.

A huge crack she found, Amel spilled over her body while smiling."Kenzo is going home.." his murmurs stretched his muscles palpating, his bedside area empty. Longing for the warm face of the oppressor creature that made him dare to look at the world.

***

In the afternoon, Amel smiled, after serving fruit juice and snacks for guidance teachers and children. Wearing neat clothes, dressing up as attractive as possible, while sending files to Frans who is still in another country, by fax.

"Where are you going after this?" Scott, who was working on the file that Elisha sent, knitted his forehead, realizing that something was wrong with Amel's smile.

"Shhhh.. dating," Amel blinked his one eye walking away.

Scott held back his laughter, "The woman's basis is flirtatious." already knew where the mother's destination was.

***

Amusement park...

Dava brought some free candy provided by the playground, wearing a clown costume this time. Not much has happened in his life. Until a woman comes, with her lover.

The scantily clad woman flicked her brownish hair revealing her tie-white neck. The neck that invites men and to make a mark on him.

Deliberately passing Dava, as if trying to make him jealous.

Yet...

"It's for you guys, enjoy the game." he smiled.

What does this freak want? Even the mother of two children was more beautiful than. Dava muttered in her heart stopped, clenching her forehead. Constantly thinking why he often imagined, the wife of people.

"Still a clown?" cibir Kiki's.

"Still be a j*lang?" Dava smiled, quipped back.

"Honey, she's my ex-boyfriend. Only now fall poor, and envy us..." Kiki moved quickly, looking pampered, stopping her lover.

"Review you!!" said Baron (lover Kiki) full of threats walking in.

While Dava let out a rough sigh, wagging his clothes that Baron had pulled."Can he move in from near my house? Not going to the amusement park often? Virus woman..."

Only these? No, he also went around entertaining the kids. Walk until you are tired, sitting alone in an amusement park chair near an artificial lake. Eating the lunch her mother made.

"Hi clown.." a woman suddenly sat next to him.

"Well..you!? Why is it here?" Dava clenched his forehead.

"Bringing drinks..." Amel, who had seen him eating from afar, carried three cans of soda he had bought from a drinking machine, red, orange, clear.

"No need..." Dava clenched his forehead, trying to smile.

"Maybe you don't remember, I once snatched half a can of your soda, when your memory hasn't disappeared..." Amel smiled, opening a can of soda for Dava. First night? Every moment that he never forgot.

"We ever know each other?" Dava clenched his forehead cluelessly, receiving a soda can that Amel had opened.

The woman was silent downcast for a moment did not answer, the lonely face of her husband, even wrapped in clown makeup, was not visible. Her husband looks happier, "Are you happy?" she asked with trembling lips, hoping that her husband would answer, no.

"I'm happy, even though I'm sometimes a cosplayer or a clown, I have parents who love me. Happiness is not just about wealth" he said, looking up at the sky.

Amel's tears suddenly flowed, immediately wiped away by him, "You're right, happiness is not just about money..."

But the two old men you dreamed of.

"Where's your husband, by the way? Why not come on your child's birthday? Only your sister was present." he asked.

"The two men were not my sister but my adopted son. My husband, he's at work." replied Amel staring at Dava.

She was present, working as a costplayer.I missed her, wanted to hug her.

"Working?" Dava clenched his forehead.

"True, work.he is at work.." The atmosphere is shady and quiet. Staring at the young man's eyes deeper, Dava's nape was pulled, his lips were forcefully kissed. It was as if he did not care about the clown makeup that covered the young man's face. Just like Kenzo who used to ignore his dull skin, his body was fat.

This is Kenzo, really Kenzo. Missed the young man she loved.

Dava rounded his eyes, wanting to push him. However, this feeling is really comfortable, people's wives? Two words he had forgotten. Paralysing his logic, starting to reply slowly. Slow tongue strokes twisting each other with my eyes closed.

Till...

"Who is he!?" a woman, returning her consciousness.

Shit I forgot this isn't Paris... Amel clenched his forehead irritated, after being pushed by Kenzo who completely forgot about him.

Seriate

...My mind forgets everything, locks itself in the dark, protects itself... ...

...The regret about the past, how painful it was when God took one by one from my side, saw the burial ground with the good people dwelling in it, all I wanted to forget......

...Including pain and low self-esteem, fear of losing you, fear if I am not loved by my only one......

...But one thing, my heart will find its way back home, to the only home I have......

...If God permits, I will go home......

Kenzos...