My Kenzo

My Kenzo
Season Two: The Real Face


🍀🍀🍀🍀 Is nearing ending...😉🍀🍀🍀🍀


The day was getting late, many things Frans told his employer. Until the time came, they returned to the villa. A car is parked there, Hugo who actually does not have a network of companies in the country. It is a special holiday, to take the attention of young widows who have long dreamed of. Have Amel who is beautiful, clever, and children with intelligence above average.


Kenzo got out of the car, slammed the door violently. Frans who sat in the driver's seat could only be shocked by how emotional his current employer was."The war will start soon." he muttered coming out of the car.


Kenzo's eyes shifted, nothing happened, just two people sitting on the sofa in too close distance. True, Hugo deliberately said his laptop is problematic so that at least can have a chance with Amel.


"Amel should have you back in the room by now, it's late." said Kenzo smiling.


"The nanny of Ferrell and Febria, shouldn't rule their mother's life," Hugo stared cynically.


"Kenzo's body hasn't been found until now, what if he comes back to tear you apart?" kenzo asked with a smile, giving off a piercingly cold aura.


The body has not yet met, but the devil is already standing here alive.


"If you come back, Amel loves me more, just divorced, right." said Hugo stared intently.


"We've been in a lot of relationships like a married couple..." Kenzo stared cynically.


"I can't believe Amel didn't defend you from that, which means he doesn't like you, right?" Hugo was no less fierce.


Amel closed Hugo's laptop, walked up the stairs to the second floor, "Tonight I'll fix it, tomorrow take the laptop back. I want to rest..."


"What about me?" Kenzo clenched his forehead, put on a sweet, squishy look.


"Want to go to the second floor, or sleep with Kiki!? It's up to you." Sorry, waiting for Kenzo from an afternoon that didn't come. Stepping quickly left them.


Kenzo smiled, "I'm sorry, I have to serve him in bed" he said blinking one eye. Running away quickly after Amel.


"I hate his smile." - furious Hugo, annoyed.


Frans sighed harshly, reaching into the inner pocket of his suit. Take a check, then write a fantastic nominal, "This is for you. sorry.." he said bowed.


"I'm sorry?" Hugo knitted his forehead not understanding.


"Yes, this is enough to compensate for souvenirs, birthday gifts when in Singapore for Amel, round-trip tickets and your confiscated time right?" ask Frans.


"What does that mean?" tanyanya back.


"Kenzo is back, but not completely. If he comes back completely, I make sure you live too reluctantly can not die.' replied Frans ambiguous.


"So her husband is not dead? It's okay, the husband who left his wife for 7 years has what rights!? I'll persuade Amel to divorce, then.." Hugo's words are interrupted.


"Then you will be beheaded, become a headless ghost..." Frans smiled.


"You know I mean it to Amel? She just hasn't opened her heart yet.This check I'm giving back...!!" hugo said full of seriousness.


Frans tried to smile, "Hugo, I think of you as my friend. That's why this time I said seriously..."


"Receive this check, or I'll act myself." he continued.


"Why are you suddenly.." Hugo's words stopped.


Frans stared hard, smiling at him."After 7 years, the master who was like my own brother came home from hell. Of course I have to prepare her happiness well,"


"I don't like this, you know!?" frans' shirt collar is pulled by Hugo. Emotional, clenching his hands, wanting to hit the face of the man before him.


Frans is still faithfully smiling, "Sucks!!" he said he pulled Hugo's hand.


Hugo clenched his forehead, stepping away in annoyance. I want to scream and curse. However, Amel and the children will hear it. Not wanting to show his rough side, in front of the wife and children he wanted to have.


Frans was still faithfully smiling, looking aggravated in the look of his face. Rough and perfectionist? Frans initially distrusts, the words of Hugo's ex-wife. But now he sees with his own eyes.


"It is fortunate that the madman rose from the dead." he murmured in gratitude to Kenzo who was in fact still alive.


***


Without realizing it a young man smiled, opened the bathroom door, stared at the dewy glass room with someone standing, letting his body wet.


One by one the clothes were removed, the glass room entered.


The woman's plain body was hugged from behind."How should I punish you?" his question whispered, in the middle of their equally wet bodies, without a thread covering them.


Amel clenched his forehead, his sense of regret vanished suddenly. Trying so hard not to smile, Kenzo caught up with him? Wanting to feel, Amel turned around then kissed her husband's entire face.


"You didn't see Kiki?" tanyanya, harboring her happy feelings.


"No, my wife is this beautiful, why would she want another woman?" answer smiled.


"Kenzo, you remember?" Amel suddenly turned around, hugging her husband's body tightly, hearing the word 'My wife'.


Kenzo nodded, "Only a little, as I remember, do I love you..."


"Me too..." Amel suddenly cried, "The oppressive creature s*alan!! You're alive, I guess I can only meet you when I die." he cried, sobbing.


"Did he miss me?" the question is no matter the air shower is still lit, hit their bodies.


"Yes, but I may not be able to have any more children" Amel still sobbed, condemning his shortcomings. The warmest place for her to lean back was back.


"I'm sorry.it's my fault. I'll take responsibility, keep you company until we're old. If it can be in the afterlife, even if it is reborn, we will be together." he said holding Amel's wet body.


"Based on a liar, your words are like sugar." Amel's cry grew louder.


Kenzo smiled, Amel's lips were smothered, stopping his crying, "We already have 8 children that's enough. Don't cry..."


Amel nodded, diving into the beautiful face of her husband. The young man who was slowly bowed down with his wet hair. Dropped on Amel's body docked in his arms. The two eyes were closed, no matter who started their lips, they began to shut up, warmly clapping, giving each other warmth.


It doesn't belong to anyone else, Amel is just his. The woman who gave a different beat in her heart. A body slowly cornered on the wall. When they link lips, look at each other, the roar of breath irregularly racing.


"I love you, very much." he said as he peppered his wife's body.


"Kenzo.." Amel's voice was soft.


Glass is dewy, the shadow looks faint. When two voices clash in search of their satisfaction, true satisfaction never finds its end.


Hands whose shadows are glimpsed in transparent glass.


Just two words that never seem to get tired of being spoken. Diving means in a smile, when both bodies are exhausted. "I love you..."


***


The day was getting late, Kenzo sat leaning on the back of the bed. Amel had fallen asleep hugging his pajama-clad body.


There have been a lot of problems in the last 7 years. Who is Kenzo? Have a wife who loves him, children who love him.


However, she still loves Damian and Vanya. Parents who may be worried about him.


Still vividly remembered, when Damian's house was bought by a distant relative. The man who was a traitor in Damian's company.


A virgo? That was his name, someone who had told Damian to crawl, just to be able to take his belongings. Ever offered Vanya a job as ART. But for one month his salary was not paid, became the subject of social scorn that was deliberately brought Virgo's wife.


Virgo is a distant relative of Vanya who used to have a position as a manager at Damian's company. Not satisfied with his job? Make him commit an act of embezzlement, even selling important data of the company. When the company went bankrupt, he was the one who succeeded.


Having an important position in a competing company, stepping on Damian as he pleased.


Kenzos? What was he really like? If he could, he would remember everything. In order to be able to, return the property of the husband and wife who had given him the opportunity to see his children and wife.


Treading a man named Virgo, under the feet of his father and adoptive mother. If only he could remember everything...


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