My Kenzo
Season Two: Mak Comblang

There is nothing he cannot do, all his desires must be earned. That's Amel, right now. The person who educated him was smiling and comforting the children. Wearing even more bizarre costumes.

A smile rang on the woman's face, took a photo, and then started contacting Frans.

"What's wrong?" ask a man across there with a lazy voice typical of new people waking up. Because the country where Frans is currently still at midnight.

"You miss Kenzo?" Amel smiled, using his earphones.

"He was calm there, as his widow. Five years ago, I told you to marry again. Affirm him, then he will let you go with the others." he muttered in a lazy tone.

"I want a mistress. What can?" Amel smiled biting at the bottom of his lips, staring at Dava again wearing a cost player, this time long white hair, typical of stealthy countrymen. Complete with white clothes, take pictures with amusement park visitors.

"May, but for psychic children you should marry again. Look for a good man, an office boy or something. Entrepreneurs are also decent, should I introduce one or two candidates? Want some western blood? Europe? Arabs? Or Asia?" he began to open his eyes, enthusiastic.

Because Frans was quite pity on Amel, just a few months married, Kenzo had left him. Raising two twins, living around with his foster children, helping to take care of the company, is difficult, for a single parent.

Even when she was just giving birth, Amel had experienced baby blues syndrome, was not willing to eat, crying incessantly wanting the whereabouts of her husband who had died. Even the ASI was difficult to get out, due to not getting enough food intake. Although only a few days, Frans was there to take care of him.

A woman who does not open her heart to men. Just wanting her husband's whereabouts, that was enough for her. Lying to yourself as if Kenzo was still alive and only angry at him until he never showed up.

This time, however, a mistress? Amel really said it?

"Frans, if Kenzo knows you've always wanted to marry me to another man how?" Amel sat on a park bench, drinking a can of red soda.

"He will thank me from his side. His wife was no longer lonely in bed." replied Frans confidently.

"Kenzo is near me right now, he won't be happy." ambiguous words came out of Amel's mouth.

Experience is a teacher, Frans face still wearing his pajamas instantly pale. Maybe the Javu, almost the same thing that Kenzo called him last time.

"Amel!! Don't fuck around!! Remember kids!! Don't follow Kenzo!! Where are you now? I'll go after you!! I shouldn't have called Scott!!" Frans sounded panicked, Amel who was like his sister-in-law, decided to end his life following Kenzo? No, he won't let it.

Until a photo message came in, Amel was sitting, with Kenzo's face highlighted from afar.

"Have you seen the picture?" amel asked Frans, after sending the photo he took.

"Kenzo!?" Frans raised his tone, after seeing the photo sent by Amel."Mucus!!" he continued, it doesn't sound happy. The reason has often encouraged Amel to be willing to marry again.

"You wish him dead!?" Amel clenched his forehead irritated.

"Ti .. no, just don't tell me I often introduce you to young entrepreneurs." replied Frans.

"She doesn't remember me, saying it's also free. He locked the whole memory painfully, not remembering about us at all..." Amel let out a rough breath.

Frans' tone suddenly shook, "Amel after my business here is done, I'll meet you there. Don't let him go again, give him medicine if.." the young man's words were interrupted.

"Kenzo doesn't have a personality disorder anymore, he doesn't need me or drugs anymore" he said, staring into the light of the sun through the trees.

Amel's hand caught a dried, fallen leaf... Sometimes I think, if her personality disorder disappears, she doesn't need me anymore. Will he still love me.

"A... Amel a. I. I.." Frans's words were again interrupted.

"Close if you want to cry" Amel smiled, as Frans turned off his call.

The woman paused for a moment to close her eyes, feeling the wind under the shady tree until the sound was heard.

"Who were you calling?" asked Dava looking suspiciously.

A smile immediately turned on Amel's lips, "My girlfriend.." she replied.

Fucking perverted thoughts, back to the shadows... Remember Dava is a man's wife... Remember the wife of the man. his murmur in the heart got rid of his disgraceful dirty thoughts.

"Then what? My husband is locking himself up, doesn't want to see me..." Amel began to rise from the park bench where he was sitting.

"But he's still your husband." he said staring dislike.

"One way, I'm going to break up my boyfriend and just be loyal to my husband" Amel smiled, pulling Dava's hand.

"How do!? Don't get me wrong, I just want to lead you down the right path." weird excuse from Dava's mouth, which was actually her heart burning when she was close to another man. It's not jealousy, it's obviously not, because Amel is somebody's wife.

"Have come with me" said Amel smiling. Until finally reached the toilet area of women who happened to be quiet.

Dava pulled him over, entered the room together in one of the toilets.

"Why?" dava's words interrupted.

"Sttt..." Amel shut the young man's mouth using his hands, realizing that someone had entered. "Don't make the slightest sound, or someone will notice your existence,"

Dava nodded, Amel slowly let go of his hand. Their hearts were both pounding fast in that narrow room. At last Amel approached and whispered, "There is a way of leading me down the right path to be faithful to my husband..."

"What?" Dava whispered.

"Sacrificing yourself.." Dava's lips were unceremoniously silenced, moving as if he were dancing his tongue. Tempted the young man to follow.

You idiot! Absolutely stupid, his blood that rippled violently could not be controlled. Instead of pushing, Amel's nape was held back, turning aggressive.

"Emmghh.." they said in a hunting sigh. Back to her lips.

Until the current position turned, Amel who was cornered on the wall of the bathroom room."It's punishment for thinking about another man .." whispered Dava in a heavy voice, again attacking Amel's lips.

A drop of the woman's tears flowed, the same words, the same body, the same soul. He's Kenzo, punishment? Can't think of another man? The words that were spoken from her husband's lips.

I love you, still to this day, can't forget you...

A few minutes passed, no more voices could be heard in the toilet. So did the lips that were released, the faces of the two people looked down at each other.

Kenzo kissed me. Amel's face flushed red, as if it was their first kiss.

"A. I'm sorry..." Dava immediately went to escape quickly. Recalling the two words 'The wife of the person'

Amel let out a rough sigh, slowly walking in Dava's footsteps.

Until the young man's cell phone rang, "Kidney failure? Liver...?" the tears of Dava flowed receiving a call from the mother.

Honey I'm sorry, but me and our kids can't help themselves anymore.... Don't cry, will you? Later I will make you, no longer cry, scream, scream content in bed.... A smile is seen on Amel's face, leaving Dava alone.

Seriate

...When can I remember you? Every time I remember you, I can't touch and love another woman......

...This mind forgets everything, but my heart and body never. When this blood ripples only upon you, when this heart can only love your heart......

...Because I cannot love anyone else... My amel......

Kenzos...