My Kenzo
Season Two: Matchmaking

Her tears are flowing, Damian and Vanya aren't her parents? Not yet able to accept the fact that he was the one who returned to lay his body on the bed.

Orphans from birth? He really is Kenzo. The dream was overshadowed again, a dream in which a child held onto his injured forehead spitting out fresh blood. Slowly Dava touched his own forehead, there was a scar there.

"I'm the kid? Am I Kenzo?" muttered.

Many thoughts in his mind, slowly the faces that were not clearly visible in his dream changed with his face. It was him who dropped down from the cargo ship, himself who went down the stairs of the villa staring at Amel talking to another man.

Not all, but the memory pieces are clearly imagined now. The couple who kissed in the middle of the garden of Hydragea were herself and Amel.

Is he really Kenzo? Dissolved in his mind until it was not felt past midnight. Slowly the young man who was unsure of his identity, walked out of his room. Opening the door to Damian and Vanya's bedroom, who had been sleeping.

"Dad..mom.." - She was bowed by tears that flowed incessantly. Not his biological father and mother, but he feels happy these 7 years.

Vanya's forehead and Damian's kissed him in turn, "I'll be back, because you're my parents. I just want to know the truth, if I'm Kenzo though.you're still my parents..."

The envelope containing the money given by Romi was placed on the table of his parents' room. His fingers typed a message on Romi, wanting to take his three-day annual leave.

Confused and tired, he does not know and does not understand. Until his eyesight passed Kiki who had just been delivered home by his lover.

Tasteless? Her feelings for Kiki were bland. However, everyone says no, Dava loves Kiki, so willing to do anything just to make her lover happy.

It was strange, however, that she loved Amel. Is he not Dava? Who is Kenzo? Father of two children.

"Dava.." Kiki's fingers, about to pull her wrists. When Kiki's lover's car has driven away.

The young man brushed her off staring intently at her, Kiki was cornered on the wall of the alley, the woman's chin was touched by her fingers.

Kiki's heart was pounding fast, the young man who felt dangerous, could conquer her easily. Until Kiki closed her eyes preparing when her lips would be put to sea.

The young man clenched his forehead, there was no feeling. He's a fool if he ever loved Kiki, right? A woman with many insular and crazy thoughts. The woman who somehow ruined how many lives.

"Junk..." Kenzo whispered, walking away leaving him.

Kiki opened her eyes, not feeling a touch of lips at all, staring at the back of the youth wearing cheap t-shirts and trousers walking away. His heart still rumbles to this day. The guy he's hard to get is a lot different to Dava 7 years ago. A young man who would do anything for him.

His lips smiled, he now loves Dava, if Dava's memory returns it will love him again, that's what he believed. Walk back to the gate of his house. About accidentally pushing Dava? The young man will understand him, just like the old Dava, just love him...

***

The online object he was riding delivered to a villa. The security who had seen Dava come with Amel first, opened the gate without hesitation.

The main door of the villa that was still closed was opened. Stepping up the stairs towards the second floor, the door of the main room was visible.

The young man hesitantly held the door. Amel finally seen again, beautiful? Really pretty? Is this his wife?

But, is it true? Photos are his main goal right now. Amel's laptop was grabbed, several folders opened.

His lips smiled, his tears flowed, the fat woman in his dreams, as well as Amel. One by one photos of their togetherness in Japan were stared at, until the photo on the plane when the woman was asleep.

He closed the laptop again, his eyes shifted, "What should I do?" he murmured, breathing rough.

7 Years he lived as Dava. Even his wife was pregnant and gave birth without him accompanying her. It's natural that Amel would hate her, but what really happened? I don't know...

Kenzo, who remembered only a small part of his life, began to lay down his body. Right next to his wife's body, the face he was staring at slept soundly.

"I love you. sorry..." Kenzo kissed his lips slowly.

Amel began to squirm, opening his eyes, "Did I dream?" muttered. Smiling, looking at her husband's face in front of her.

"No..." Kenzo pulled Amel's cheeks tight, proving this wasn't a dream.

"It hurts!! Basic sucks!! Why here? Didn't Kiki satisfy you in bed, so .." Amel's words interrupted, Kenzo smilingly kissed his lips.

"Punishment for you.." he said, beginning to restrain Amel's movements, was rising above his body, "I'm still your mistress, right?" tanyanya, rubbed his wife's lips with his thumb. The look of his eyes that look sharp, make Amel not wart.

"No, you.." said Amel again in pieces, the lips were enjoyed by the young man who was on it.

These domineering words? The one who cannot be denied? Kenzo.

"Do you remember everything?" amel asked to shake his forehead.

"I don't remember anything, there's nothing to remember in an affair. Don't you?" tanyanya undressed, in the form of a knee-short yukata worn by Amel.

Goddamnit!! Does he remember or not!? How to ask now... Amel bit the bottom of his own lips, gently grabbing Kenzo's hair, who began to play his tongue and lips on two objects that increased the desire to do more.

The young man who took off his own clothes in between his activities. A cold morning, racing under the constantly moving blanket. Wreaking everything, until Amel exhausted after their activities, asleep in the arms of her husband.

The young man who remembered nothing, hugged his wife tightly. "I'm her husband? So who's Hugo..What's happened these 7 years? Has anyone replaced me? No.." he muttered, tightening his arms with his wife's body, possessive. Only wrapped in a thick white blanket, both bodies do not wear a thread.

***

The sun began to rise, an odd smile on his face, while washing his body under the swift shower. Shaving, completely cleansing his body. Beautiful wives, sweet children, all he had. Anyone want to take it? It means to seek death.

Wearing clothes without hesitation. Even sprayed her body with perfume. Her hair, dried still with a hairdo that hides scratches of cuts on her forehead.

Stolen man? He wanted to laugh, to look at his wife who was still asleep, perhaps because of exhaustion. The mistress.

***

An hour passed, Amel stepped down the stairs after cleansing his body. Staring at some dishes on the table, with Dava smiling at him.

The gloomy aura of Febria and Ferrell dominated. They were still a little disappointed, with their father who yesterday refused to come back. Who is Kiki anyway? What is their stepmother's future?

Scott and Steven ate as usual.

"Febria..aa...aaa.." said Steven to feed Febria who refused to eat.

"No way, I don't want to eat Uncle Dava's cooking," Febria turned her face away, still upset at her father.

"Eat ya? If you are too thin, your waist will be small. Later when big it will be difficult to give birth to our children." said Steven, got a fork in the head by Febria.

"Who will give birth to your children!?" febrian.

"You.." replied Steven smiling sinlessly.

"I don't want to give birth to Ultraman!! Brother Steven sucks.." grumbled Febria.

Steven let out a rude sigh, "Please call me Steven, not big brother." he asked, bowing to leave the dining table.

"He's heartbroken" Ferrell held back his laughter.

"Steven.." Febria finally gave up.

Steven quickly turned around, again sitting next to Febria, "My wife's candidate is indeed the most understanding..."

"Brother Complex.." - Ferrell grumbled, looking at his brother, who continued to tease his sister.

"Have they always been like this?" ask Kenzo to his son.

"Yes, almost all the time." replied Ferrell, then frowned realizing something was wrong, "I shouldn't talk to you..."

"Bad boy..." Kenzo smiled, ruffling his son's hair. Somehow Ferrell's anger suddenly disappeared downcast with a reddened face. Reddened? Too embarrassed and happy, feeling the affection of the father who had been envious.

Amel who had just come down the stairs could only smile, feeling the warmth at the dining table.

Until the sound of knocking on the door was heard, Kenzo quickly opened it.

Two men were standing there, "Hugo I told you not to come. Amel was actually.." Frans' words came to a halt, staring at a smiling young man opening the door.

I will be beheaded for intending to marry off the devil's wife to another man.other words are defiled.Frans murmured in his heart, staring at the smile from Kenzo's lips. The young man has no complete memory, but knows he is not Dava, but Kenzo.

Seriate