My Kenzo
Season Two: Day One

Dava sighed harshly, taking off his cosplayer costume. The reflection of his face in the mirror was visible, tomorrow was the deadline, his aged father would probably be beaten all out.

Her fingers trembled to release the fake hair she was wearing. The message he finally sent, 'We meet in front of the amusement park, I'll wait for you,'

The young man sighed again, everyone said his first girlfriend was Kiki, only ever having a husband-wife relationship with Kiki before all his memories disappeared. After 7 years, he finally had to connect with a woman.

Married, found the woman he loved? That's hope. Before finally having a relationship on the first night, but this time? After 7 years of maintaining the principle, after losing his memory, everything became free. He has to relate to someone's wife.

His heart was pounding, his blood rippling as he remembered the woman who was pleasant to disturb him. But still the wife of the person, belongs to someone else, not hers.

The best clothes he has? Just a cheap white shirt, with long black pants, like an SMU graduate who was about to apply for a job. All carried on this day, cleaning his body in the public restroom of the playground.

His appearance was really noticed by her. Lotion is used, only cheap lotion with a price below 10,000 rupiah. A perfume? He did have it, the perfume sold by the roadside, had a pungent smell.

Kenzo who always wore a masculine scented perfume with matching clothes was somewhere in the world today. The master is the most important, a bond that makes him never want to take risks, looking for work in other fields.

The dava? Is it the same with Kenzo? Of course, only three things distinguish. Dava has parents to protect, doesn't dare to risk his life, and his heart doesn't belong to any woman.

Kenzos? This young man had many wounds, had no one but Amel, dared to take risks because the bitter experience in his life had the ambition to make everything go as it should. Kenzo's heart? It was owned by his wife Amel.

Two people are the same, but only a memory makes it share a different personality.

After a few minutes of waiting, the car finally arrived. A driver was at the front, while he was sitting awkwardly with Amel beside him. Making Kenzo love her again that's what Amel wants.

The smell of the soft fragrance wafted, the woman looked even prettier today. Of course, Amel never did any total treatment in his life. Just to meet the oppressive creature he loved, he did it.

Dava's heart was beating fast, what was the wrong path he took? But this is for his father.

"Look, let's assume we've known you from the day I was born..." Amel smiled at him.

Amel Anggraini.the name you gave her.

Dava did not reply, only speechlessly clueless at the woman sitting beside him. Until the fingers of Amel's hand were lifted, the wound on Dava's forehead was touched.

I heard everything about your life from Frans. What hurts? The glass shards that hurt your forehead.I don't want to force you to recall everything.Inner, Amel's tears are held back, the face that still looks the same.

"Be my mistress, no matter how much I give.." whispered.

I'm sorry I'm selfish, but I want your wounds to heal slowly. As long as I hold you back, to love only me, to be mine. Dava's eyes are on her, her husband is still hiding there. His heart can feel it.

"A..I will pay my father's debt please." he asked.

Amel nodded then smiled. Parents are what Kenzo always wanted, the world of his dreams to be real now.

***

The car slowly stopped in front of the villa, a villa inhabited by five people? No, two teenagers and a pair of twins were nowhere to be seen at this time.

Dava's eyes looked for his whereabouts, in the middle of his heart that was constantly beating fast. Doubtfully the woman's steps, followed.

Legs, curves, everything is perfect, no gaps at all. Natural beautiful face without the slightest makeup, black hair is a little wavy, which man does not submit to her. It was even beyond Kiki's beauty.

Why would Amel want to make him a mistress? That was not understood by him, maybe not paid even young entrepreneurs would serve him without payment. Being the mistress of a rich beautiful woman.

One more thing Dava wants to know, where is the owner of this villa? The husband of the woman he's gonna fuck.

"Where's your husband?" tanyanya followed Amel's steps to the second floor doubtfully.

"He was at work." That was the only answer from the downcast woman, trying to smile.

"worked? Does he rarely come home?" ask Dava back.

"He always considered himself a bad person, but he always worked to protect the little ones who were often stepped on.." ambiguous answer from Amel, began to open the door of the master room. The room he's been in is all alone, ever since Kenzo disappeared.

With doubt Dava got into it...

After 7 years, you're finally home... It's content to make me miss you. Stifled words in Amel's mind.

"Open your shirt." said Amel still trying to smile.

Dava's hands trembled, he would violate all the principles he guarded this time. One by one the buttons opened, revealing the white body of a man with many wounds.

Amel's tears flowed, palpating the gunshot scars that did exist before meeting him. From the back area penetrated into his chest. Until Amel's eyes shifted, he felt a scar 7 years ago on her husband's shoulder.

"Why crying?" tanyanya did not understand.

"What hurts?" not answering, Amel asked.

The eye was in his gaze deeper, an eye that was no stranger to Dava. But who? Should he do it this time? Screw someone else's wife...

However, this thumping feeling was really difficult for him to endure. Especially when beautiful lips say, "I love you..."

I want Dava to say that to the woman he has only met a few times.

Amel returned to his tiptoes, slowly peeling his lips. Let go of all her feelings? That's what Dava did, letting his body and heart enjoy all the vibes.

When the hand of the woman who had two children took off her belt. Unable to hold himself back, restless was the feeling held back until the fingers of his hand moved itself leading him to do more.

The zipper mini dress used by Amel was dropped until a piece of cloth was laid on the floor. Leaving a white body without stains, the fragrance of his body smelled even more.

Blinds the logic of Dava, the wife of the man? Stupid timing. He wanted Amel, very...

Not wanting to lose the body before him, rather the heart before him. As if that was the only place to lean, for some reason.

Kenzo still loves him after 7 years. Not loving any woman, even though all her memories are gone.

A twisted tongue sweep, the trousers were lying on the floor as well in the end. Leaving the body of Dava who wanted more. His kisses have come down on the neck...

It's crazy!! This feeling made him completely insane. Quickly took off the three pieces of cloth that covered their bodies. As if impatient.

"Emmgghhh.."stressed up, as if all the nerves in his body were stiffening. Close her eyes as the woman's delicate hands caress her chest and abdominal muscles. His blood rippled, not wanting to stop, his body grew increasingly violent.

His mouth was getting more and more mischievous, unable to endure this any longer, the entire smell of his body that burst out made him even crazier. The shrillness of the woman, made him want to hear that again. Until they lead each other in body touch and lips.

The bed that for 7 years was only slept occasionally by a mistress of the villa owner, now the owner of the villa has returned. Not remembering anything, but still loving his wife's heart.

I want it. I want it. That's all Dava has in mind right now, looking at the woman under her body like hers alone.

Waving his body, peeling every inch made him moan.

Until without them knowing the body has been fused. "Kenzo.." one word from Amel's lips involuntarily, enjoying the sensation of his body being shaken.

Kenzo..is he your husband? But I want you, start loving you. Want to have you just for me. This is wrong.

However difficult, the woman's eyes looked at her deeper, reaching out at her nape linking their lips back.

Not stopping, making it even more crazy... I know this is wrong, just because of a short meeting I love you? It's ridiculous, really a crazy feeling. Can you be mine? Forget husband...

But if he's better-looking than me, he's richer.I know...

Amel looked into her husband's eyes, the same eyes, the same cold face. Wanted it, afraid of losing it...

Until the long bellowing sounds, they simultaneously, stared at each other, in the roar of hunting breaths.

"I want you..." Dava drowned the sweat soaking in his face. Words dominate like Kenzo.

Amel smiled, putting his hand on her husband's neck. It was interesting to put their lips back together.

The half-opened door, showing a little of two pairs of human legs, moved in convolutedly enjoying everything.

The young man's heart felt complete, longing for the one thing he didn't remember. His tears flowed in the middle of his activities.

Finally my husband came home.The innocent body of her husband was caught in the union. The widow? Everyone who knew about Kenzo's disappearance said the widow was rich with several adopted children and two biological children.

Several times tried to be reunited as if accidentally with a young businessman by Frans.

But, no one can remove Kenzo from his heart. Know why? Because only Kenzo can love all his flaws...

***

Somewhere else...

A young man was dragging his suitcase in the airport area. His goal? Looking for the beautiful, smart young widow he's been after for three years.

Frans did divulge Kenzo's death to some people he considered fit to be Amel's partner. Even though the woman always refused...

Now the nyi pesugihan is fucking a plain human. Not realizing, other demons will appear, attracting him to prefer fellow vile demons, the upper class.

When will the devil named Kenzo appear? Binding his wife, kicking the approaching low-class demons...

I don't know...

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