My Kenzo
Season Two: White Hair

Kenzo let out a rough sigh, started to sit back opposite Frans Kala, their mood was already much calmer.

Sick? Of course, even though it remembered only a little, but the feeling was still as deep as it used to be. A pair of twins born without the affection of their father. A wife who lives in her own world, trying hard to convince herself that her husband is still alive, when everyone says Kenzo could not have survived.

Shut him down, monitor the company, pregnant women who have to work. Until giving birth prematurely therefore, keep faithfully waiting with empty expectations for 7 years. The woman he loves? Amel was too perfect for her...

"One of her ovaries is removed, are you going to leave her? There is little chance you will have another offspring. If you can't accept it I'll..." Frans clenched his hand, knowing Amel's present state.

Kenzo sighed harshly, then smiled. Even his feelings are now deeper than before, "No problem, I still love him, after we will have another offspring or not. Ferrell and Febria were enough for us. I'll never let go, just love her, chase her to hell..."

"I've guessed, your crazy bastard soul never changes..." Frans began to smile, until the waiter entered to serve food at their table.

Kenzo sighed again, puzzled over how to eat the dish before him. Some forks, spoons and knives are lined up with different sizes.

"Wear this one and this one..." Frans pointed at steak knife and dinner fork."You really don't remember anything?" ask again.

"Slightly, just a little bit, all I remember is someone named Kenzo contacting Frans before falling into the sea. A couple who were together in the flower garden, a child who was injured on his forehead and Amel talking to another man in the villa," Kenzo began slicing the meat before him, slowly.

"At first I thought it was just a dream, or an imagination. Until my parents and cousins told me I wasn't Dava but Kenzo.

"So you don't recognize me?" his question was answered with a nod by Kenzo.

"Therefore I asked Hugo, whose name was Frans. The last phone call, before I dropped into the sea was on you, means you're the one I relied on and I trusted before.." she assumed.

"You're still as smart as you used to be." Frans' lips, started eating.

"Omong-by the way what happened? Why did I fall into the sea? And who was the one who spoke to Amel in the villa before my memory disappeared?" tanyanya, stick her steak knife on the meat. Of jealousy? True, although only a fleeting memory, it felt really painful, when remembering the fingers of the woman he loved in the hands of another man.

Frans sighed, stopped his chewing, drank a little water, "From your story, maybe he's Gilang, the guy you already think is like your brother. He used to like Amel..."

"Likes Amel?" his tanyanya ensured his hearing.

"Yes, they used to like each other before Amel met you. Because one thing, their relationship only ended as friends, before Amel finally moved out of town and you started to know each other." replied Frans, telling the truth.

"Why bother our homes? They just end up as friends, right?" Kenzo let out a rough sigh back to eating quietly.

Frans sliced the meat in front of him, "He wants you to give up Amel for him. Intimidating with the bipolar disorder you are craving. And the vile deeds we used to do..."

"Until you finally decide to save the people who are almost victims of trafficking, in order to feel worthy together with your wife. I think it's more like suicide. Tau ends up going to die still doing it." he continued.

"It doesn't make sense. Me? Sacrificing yourself for others? Even following the wishes of a foster sister who has no blood relation to me?" kenzo asked with a small laugh, as if it were all a joke.

"I'm serious, your memory hasn't returned completely. So maybe your personality disorder hasn't come back either. There was a time when you almost shot yourself in the head, when you had a severe depression." replied Frans with a full mouth.

"Come with it first, but when it falls into the sea in my memory, I don't want to die. Just wanna go home..." Kenzo smiled again, eating the food in front of him.

"Kenzo, have you ever been in contact with the Dark Wild mafia group, which is in Europe?" tanyakanya.

"I don't remember, anything else. What's the matter?" Kenzo asked back.

"All the descendants of their leader are dead, the rest one is disabled. Initially, only a life and death fight for the rights of the sole heir. But 8 of the 12 brothers died in the forest, the remaining 4 fought for power. Everything dies leaving Eden disabled, can only sit in a wheelchair" Frans explained.

"What does this have to do with me?" Kenzo doesn't understand.

"The defective Eden can not take care of the official company and the network of the underworld (mafia). His leader searches for his other son, missing in one of the countries in Africa. I remember, you had infiltrated their leader's house,"

"To steal the data of other companies that cooperate with the company's official family leadership. I just want to make sure you're not involved in the disappearance of the Dark Wild leader's son." Frans replied still chewing his food.

"I don't remember, after all, there's no way I'd kidnap a mafia boss's son, right?" Kenzo chuckled, then drank a glass of cold water on his desk.

Not realizing one of the children she adopted had something strange. The child who always wanted to marry his daughter.

***

Kenzo's villa...

Steven left Febria and Ferrell, to the room, after completing his homeschooling assignment. Earphones began to be attached to his ears, fingers moving quickly on the keyboard, entering the data of one of the mafia networks. "They are dead." he muttered clenched his hand in fear.

His tears are flowing, Kenzo's memory hasn't returned. Will he end up leaving Febria?

Weird right? Learn to love her, love her, when that protective feeling has been there. Now he has to go?

14 Years old, maybe everyone would have thought it was just a teenage feeling that would disappear over time. But not with Steven, his tears flowed, loving him too much. Until they refuse to leave him.

However, if one day his biological father picks up, Steven might just choose to duck and leave. So that the family who cared for him 8 years is not injured, so that Febria can still live in a smile.

His fingers clenched, remembering the rigors of life that he might return to. Vomiting when forced to see the death of people who oppose his father.

He hates that dark place, wants a normal life. Don't want to be censured for fear of seeing a murder. Not wanting to be dictated to not have compassion.

Her dream was only one, staring Febria into a mature woman. A quiet life with a child that always makes him feel comfortable.

"Do I have to go? Beaten if shaking holding a gun?" his murmur bowed, shedding his tears nonstop.

Until Steven tried to calm down, ordering black hair paint and black softlens through online. I hope he will never be found again.

Seriate