My Kenzo
Second season: 80 million

The young man stepped into one of the hospital wards, staring at his mother's face that was actually fresh in shape.

A doctor examined her condition, Damian bowed trying not to laugh or smile.

"Mother.." she said softly, walking with Vanya's fingers.

"Mom's okay..." Vanya felt the face of the young man whom 7 years old considered like his own son, with an infusion hose on his wrist, whether the needle was stuck or not.

"Ba... How is my mother?" her tan looked at the man dressed as a doctor, wiping away her tears.

"Your mother had kidney failure, also had complications in her liver. Need long treatment, periodic dialysis and special medicines for his liver. Excuse me.." he explained, injecting something on the infusion and adjusting the speed of the liquid rate, then stepping out.

Damian bowed his tears, unable to hold back his laughter. Previously, Damian thought the upcoming fake doctor looked like a chase soap opera doctor, but it turned out to be a master con artist, not an artist who plays a doctor again.

Out of nowhere did Amel get this bespectacled man to give off this pungent aura of medicine.

"Mom..mom will definitely recover, right?" said Dava still sitting on the bedside chair. Vanya this time just nodded, looking weak helpless.

Until Damian pats Dava on the shoulder, "Your mother should wash her blood regularly. Dad doesn't..."

"Dad just calm down, I still have enough savings," he said, sighing harshly.

I forgot this overly devoted kid, had the savings to build a house. No, I can't give up, if the kid and his wife can't wait to see us take Kenzo away from them. Kenzo will probably be taken by force.

"But your savings money, I accidentally loaned it to my friend. His son had to be operated on, three days ago.." Perfect excuse, no loopholes. Damian closed his eyes, afraid of Dava's rampage, considering the small amount of money reaching tens of millions.

A tantrum? Sometimes he forgets that in front of him right now is not Dava his biological son. But Kenzo, who is his adopted son, was given the name Dava which is actually gone.

"It's okay, I'll try more.I'll take care of mom, dad come home and rest first." he said still clutching Vanya's hand.

Damian's tears this time really flowed because of the young man's sincerity. Not wanting to lose him, a filial son who is not really his.

Whoever your biological parents are gone, I thank them, leave their son to us. To accompany our lonely old age, he did not hear a single passage from Kenzo's mouth, which he now names Dava.

My seven years of savings, no one realized the materialistic young man was not angry, only crying in his heart.

***

The night before, Vanya was allowed to go home for some reason. Accompanied Dava walks down the alley to their home, but worse events are seen.

Two sturdy men were there throwing some stuff, "Pay your debt!!" snapped at one of Kenzo's bodyguards. Kevin, that's his name, the former mercenary who went with him on the expedition ship, his master's last mission.

"What's this?" Dava stepped up quickly, preventing the two men from touching his father.

Sir, you are still alive.it is true that the bad guy lives more than one. Kevin murmured in his heart to hold his harrowing feelings still pretending to be flat, pretending to be flat, as a dept collector who collects debts on Damian.

"We're here to collect a debt, Mr. Aji fled. Damian used himself as collateral to borrow money." said Kevin, while the other bodyguard who was accompanied, only fell silent to observe the situation.

"Be .. is it dad?" ask Dava to Damian. Answered with a nod by the middle-aged man.

A debt? Debt now? How will I pay it off later. Dava's hands are shaking, still trying to smile.

"How much?" ask again.

"80..80 million...?" Dava made sure again, while Damian just nodded back.

Why 80 million? Even the price after the suit in my master's closet reaches hundreds of millions. master will not feel hopeless with 80 million, until it returns to the mistress, Kenzo has no memory of his past.

"Campus! I saved 7 years only have 76 million, this is 80...?" Dava sighed violently puzzled as to how, his face bowed.

Mister? It wasn't up to a year of my salary, you're confused by 80 million? I forgot your memories as the antagonist disappeared somewhere... Kevin sighed harshly, not having the heart to lie. If he can, he wants to take Kenzo directly, say his true identity.

However, as Amel said, it is better to recover slowly, because the mental pressure before Kenzo fell into the sea was quite large. Does not want his psychological condition to worsen, or his personality disorder to return.

"Lusa, we want the debt paid off" Kevin said, threatening Dava with his knife.

The day after the mistress wanted her husband to be in his bed.

"Remember that," Kevin smiled, throwing a knife deliberately aimed at him a few centimeters from Dava's face. Making the young man tremble in fear with a deathly pale face.

When else, I could bully my own employer. Kevin murmured in his heart, stepping away, holding back his laughter.

"Your Java is okay?" damian asked his son.

"Two days, I had to try to find him." he said putting on a forced smiley face, walking away from home to find a loan somewhere.

"What are we doing too much?" Damian sighed harshly feeling pity.

"No, this is his wife's wish, we who don't even have blood relations can do what? Uniting their families is the most important thing right now." replied Vanya sighed.

Dava is currently sitting in a patrol post by himself, from where he earned 80 million in two days. Swashy? Tuyul monastery? The alms? No, it's a perverted path...

Until a more perverted path will be found tomorrow...

***

Elsewhere, a woman wearing a yukata, her nails are being treated at this time. For the first time herself a total, naturally beautiful treatment? Of course, even this time without treatment still rivals celebrity beauty.

But tomorrow is different, her husband will come home after 7 years of punishing her, by leaving her alone. Hydragea flowers adorn the vase in her room.

Amel's nails were decorated by a professional he called. In his earphones still clinging, talking quickly using a foreign language with one of the W&G Company's shareholders.

7 Years already, he tried hard, advancing the company owned by Kenzo that's all he did. Wishing her husband would not be angry with her anymore, would not go away from her, would be a woman Kenzo could be proud of.

Until the nails were finished decorating, the phone line was decided by the shareholders of her husband's company.

However, the phoncell again rang, visible foreign numbers that entered on the screen phonecellnya. Slowly Amel lifted him up.

"Hallo, who is this?" tanyakanya.

"I'm Kristin." replied a woman across the street.

"Christin?" Amel tried to remember the name, then smiled.

Seriate