My Kenzo
Season Two: Father

Hugo, that's the name of the young man who tried to introduce Frans to Amel. So that the mother of two children is willing to accept the death of her husband. The most enthusiastic and ambitious young man pursued him. Have a mixed blood of Asian and European descent.

Amel has many children? It doesn't matter, they're independent kids, Hugo knows enough. Walking up to Ferrell, "Where are you going? Where's your mama?" tanyakanya.

"A. I'm a friend of Amel's, so accidentally put on your clothes, my clothes are dirty. I just came this morning." the reason was still thinking that the young man before him was the father of Ferrell and Febria.

Hugo clenched his forehead as if he did not care, "Febria is here!! There's a child make up set for you. Uncle bought it in Singapore so..."

"We're going to the playground. If uncle, wait for mama, come in later in the afternoon mama will come home, but sorry inside there is only a waiter..." Febria tries to smile, pulling Dava into an online taxi.

Uncle? So not their father? Just want to get close to their mother? I can bully him at will... Dava smiled stopping his steps that were about to enter.

"Sorry, I'm Dava the nanny of these two kids. Madam (Amel) is very fond of ornamental fish in the backyard, he is a lover of animals, and likes hardworking men. Therefore, if you want to approach the mistress I suggest, clean the fish pond, the mistress will begin to have an impression on you.." he said slightly bowed like a waiter.

"Don't you just say Amel's friend?" hugo asked suspiciously.

Somehow Dava's brain can lie quickly this time, "I'm a distant relative, hired to look after his son..."

"Owh, it's worth your face to look like Ferrell and Febria..." Hugo smiled, starting to walk in about to carry out his duties.

The father and two children entered an online taxi. Slowly leave the villa.

Febria clenched her forehead staring at her father. The thing he knew? Kenzo took a picture with Ferrell in the fish pond behind the house, while still wearing costplayer Hatake Kakashi's clothes, on the first day they met.

So his father must have known in the vast fish pond behind the house there are various exotic creatures. Predatory fish such as Tiger Dazt, and Oscar, there are even leeches and crocodile saplings there.

Cleaned it? Don't joke, their own mothers used to hire professional people to clean it up. The collection of exotic animals that Frans entrusts there.

"Uncle intentionally? Could his life be threatened?" ask Febria.

"Relax, I'm just helping you, keeping your mother from the male destroyer of other people's households." Dava replied with a smile.

This is my reflection about the figure of papa, at first I was disappointed because I thought the hickey... Really papa ... Ferrell held his father's hand.

Then hold her tight, "If I grow up, I want to be like you..."

"I'm just a cosplayer, you have to be entrepreneurs like your father..." Dava let out a rough breath.

You are our father ..inner two children who love their father. Someone they never met.

Ferrell deliberately leaned on Dava's arm, while Febria, putting her head in her father's lap. Pretending to be asleep enjoying every second of their togetherness.

Not having a memory? But love is still there, maybe like a father's instinct. Loving the two children, a deep feeling of love.

"His son?" ask the taxi drivers online.

"Yes ..." Dava answered without hesitation, inexplicably loving these two children, making the two children who pretended to be asleep smile.

***

Today the theme park is Tinkerbell, all employees wearing fairy costumes, including Dava. Wearing a worker fairy costume that is all green, go around giving out free candy, as a ticket purchase bonus.

While Ferrell and Febria were just sitting on a park bench, enjoying the gulali their father had bought them.

There was no game they were riding in, but just staring at their father was enough for him. Until a bigger boy arrives.

"We exchange!!" he said he picked up the intact Febrian gulali quickly, forcing the boy to accept the nearly exhausted gulali in a similar pink.

"It's mine now." the older boy smiled as he walked away.

Ferrell was about to get up and stop him, but Febria prevented him, "It's my business.." he muttered really upset.

Other children may cry, but not with this beautiful clean child. Febria walked quickly, until she stood before the child growing up at this time.

"Take your scroll!!" he snapped, thrusting the child's gulali that was almost exhausted.

"No, ugly." the boy grew up smiling.

Bugs...

The child's shins were kicked so tightly that the child held his calf. Along with Febria took back his gulali which was still intact.

"First gift from papa, it's good to take it. Good thing I kicked your calf, not your bird.." she pouted.

"Sadis ..." Ferrell tried not to laugh, imagining what if his sister had grown up. Definitely not the calf he'll kick.

They sat back together enjoying the scroll for a few minutes. But who would have thought the child would come to bring his father, a large muscular man, with many tattoos.

The boy wept pitting his captured scroll, then was kicked in the calf section, pointing at Ferrell and Febria.

The father who looked wrathful approached the pair of twins, "You guys took my daughter's gulali!?" snapped it.

"No, he took my gulali, so I took it back," said Febria smiling politely.

"Jodi (the big boy) is crying!! So he's honest!! You are wrong!! You guys are lying!! Where are your parents!?" snapped, pulling Ferrell's arm tightly which he believed wounded his son."The child is not educated!! I never taught my son to lie!! So you must be the ones lying!! Your mom and dad should know!!"

"It hurts!! Off!!" Ferrell resisted,"Febria, call Scott's brother and the bodyguard.." He ordered the brother.

Not crying? It's a common situation, because this is why they don't want to go to public school. Not having a father to complain to, and defend him. Make them more impulsive, to protect themselves. Accustomed to relying on his five brothers and mother, if not able to cope alone.

"Yes." Febria's hand moved quickly, taking her phoncell.

This is why I don't want to have friends, they will just complain to their parents. Even lying, blaming us.Do we have to cry in order to be right? What if we cried their parents would believe our words? No right? If we who cry prove to do nothing, they will just rub their child's head and say, 'Don't do it again'... Febria shed her tears, contacted her sister.

However, the phone was not yet connected, the hand of the burly man holding Ferrell's arm in the grasp of a young man.

"What are you doing?" he smiled, like a demon that could swallow him.

A fairy? That was his costume, letting the candy he was about to share fall in splashes. Staring sharply at the burly man like a bodybuilder in front of him.

"This boy has taken my son's gulali!! Kicking his shins to tears!!" said the big man.

Dava glanced at Ferrell's bluish arm, taking out a tubular trash can of aluminum. Hit the man's head mercilessly.

"You!!" the man fell down with the temple spitting out a little blood.

The muscular man's fingers that had been clutching Ferrell's arm were stepped on him, staring intently without the slightest sense of pity.

"A..aaa..ka..you don't dare.." the words were cut off.

"Dare to hurt my son, until his arm turns blue?"Dava smiled without mercy, treading even firmer."How many are there?"

Seriate