My Kenzo
Second Season: Sketch

Learning from the beginning? That's what he did, there's no memory left, even though his cleverness is still there. IQ since young is indeed high facilitate himself.

Scott let out a rough sigh, "Papa's done it?" tanyanya, giving material difficult lecture assignments. Even the book uses English.

"Oh, I can only remember a little. The language doesn't know why either, I automatically know what it means." Kenzo smiled.

Scott clenched his forehead, completely envious of his own father. Until the young man brought out the basics of learning Japanese."Learn it!! There are katakana, hiragana, and kanji!!" said it.

Start walking towards the kitchen, making cold juice. Lightening his own brain, the material he had learned for two years could be mastered by Kenzo in half a day? This man is not a human, but a monster.

15 Minutes passed...

"Had..." Kenzo smiled, returning the book to Scott.

"Have you?" Scott, who was originally adopted by Japanese Kenzo, knitted his forehead.

He murmured inwardly, quickly writing a short poem in kanji.

"What does this read?" he asked, giving a piece of paper he wrote.

"Shizuka yes, hanasaki niwa no, haru no ame. What a sunshade, a flowering courtyard, spring rain.." answers from Kenzo's mouth."I don't know exactly, but from Frans' story, I lived a year in Japan with Amel. Maybe that's why it's not hard to recognize letters and the meaning of words..."

"One year?" Scott tried to smile, answered with a nod by Kenzo.

I forgot he was indeed worthy of being our father.The monster, inwardly, let out a rough sigh. I don't think about his father.

"Papa, my ability is only here!! If you want to learn more, learn for yourself!!" Scott tried to smile, full of envy, leaving his adoptive father speechless in the vast library of the villa.

Kenzo clenched his forehead, starting to walk through the large room, with several large windows open. Thick books with various languages are there, one by one they are read.

Not all pages? His reason? There are several pieces of memory that seem to make him remember and know the contents of the book that may have been read before his memory disappeared.

A few hours passed the day had begun to afternoon, I don't know how many books were on the table after reading it. Until his steps came to a halt, observing the smallest bookshelf, in the corner of the room. Lots of old books there. Weirdo? Of course, some old writing books were also found in that place, even the white color was slightly yellowed. The marks may have been kept decades.

Kenzo began to sit on the floor, leaning his body against the small bookshelf. The book that began to open.

Many notes there, material that students should learn, even English complete with grammar. Written neatly by someone, the date is listed in the corner of the book.

Probably about 23 years ago. It means he was 14 years old at the time. Faintly remembered someone who taught him.

The finger of a young lecturer who pointed at some things he did not understand. Wh who?

'Kenzo, that's enough today. Please take care of the shop.' The young man's voice was faintly heard.

'Where areyou? What is dating with sister Goddess?' tanyakanya.

The young lecturer who blushed, averted his eyes, 'Goddess leave this for you. He said not to learn too much, ' he said giving pencils and sketchbooks.

'Thank you, brother Gama, don't be shy with him! Get married...'

Kenzo's tears flowed inexplicably, the fragments of his memory re-shadowed. Looking quickly, an old sketchbook was there. Until the book was actually found.

Slowly opened by him, the old photo was at the end. With the sketches that were made by him. A couple who seemed to be smiling happily. Gama and the Goddess, the two people he had forgotten.

Two people who might have calmed down by his side. Couples who have not even got married, end up dying horribly.

Kenzo sobbed, screaming alone. Still imagined when himself who looked down on Gama, desperate for his life. When the drops of blood flowed from the hands of the young lecturer who had tried to commit suicide.

Her own hair was grabbed by it, the most painful memories were imagined. Police officers who came to him said the death of the only young man sympathetic to street children was likely.

A body that cools down, dies while riding his favorite Vespa motorbike. The young Kenzo stared at Gama's tomb alone, with a battered face, while demanding justice for the Goddess's death.

Promising to destroy a similar company, a company that sells its employees' lives.

Silence bowed alone with blank eyes."Gama.." he said.

***

Slowly the woman began to step up, looking for the whereabouts of her husband. Walk down a few aisles, towards the library. A few piles of books were seen on the table.

Kenzo's Existence? I don't know...Amel walked around wanting to surprise him. The young man was finally seen as well, bowed down alone.

"Kenzo.." call him smile.

The young man slowly looked at him. Rise up from the floor, walking quickly hugging Amel's body tightly. The young man's tears felt a little wet on the shoulder of the shirt Amel was wearing."Kenzo?" tanyanya did not understand.

"Don't die like a goddess." she said.

"Goddess?" Amel clenched his forehead not understanding.

Kenzo tightened his arms, "Don't go out of the house, without me by your side. When you sleep stay with me. I..."

"Why you?" amel asked cluelessly, the protective nature binding her husband as if back. The young man who was even waiting for him to come home to work in the cold snow, brought a piece of warm fish cake.

"The Goddess lost her, she died. They die.." he said ambiguously, tightening his embrace.

Amel loosened his arms, looked into her husband's eyes, "Look at me!! I'm still alive!! I'll keep you company..."

***

Amel sat on the floor, leaning his back on the bookshelf. While her husband lay on the floor, making his thighs as a pillow. Weirdo? But it felt comfortable for the young man.

All the things he suddenly remembered, were told by him. When the corpse of the Goddess ended up found without a thread in the middle of the forest. A down-on-his-luck Gama spends his time and money just demanding justice for his dead lover.

Not as a victim, the image of the deceased Goddess was instead damaged by the lies of her colleagues and superiors. Said the deceased Goddess who had many lovers, peddling her body, their lies in court.

Gama can only be subdued, a lover whom he has not touched for years. A kind woman who keeps her chastity. Disgraced for a company project? Ends with death? And now in court, the perpetrator wasn't caught?

Desperate, Gama who has no family or friends, following his lover may apologise unable to give justice.

What made Kenzo ambitious, established the W&G Company, from the foundation of the company that had led to Dewi's death, destroying similar companies. To commit heinous acts on leaders who destroy the lives of their employees.

"Is that why you're protective of me? Asking me to follow you wherever you go, even to sleep should be with you, too" Amel clenched his forehead, recalling the beginning of their meeting.

"Would I have been protective?" he still had his head in Amel's lap.

"Fetch me in the snow. I was furious when I went out with Tatewaki, one of our acquaintances in Japan. Even jealous of Glen, my half-brother," replied Amel still remembering everything.

Kenzo clenched his forehead, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his old protective nature, "It's only natural, if not to pick you up what if there's a bad person who has bad intentions for you? Tatewaki whoever he is, he's still a man, right?"

"What if he secretly likes you? About Glen's just a half-sister, what if he puts something in your drink, and then you have sex. Or slowly like it?" continued.

"But he's Glen..." Amel clenched his forehead irritated.

"Febria and Steven? You're sure Steven has no other intentions for Febria..." Kenzo grumbled in annoyance.

"Therefore I kept them away. But they stick like magnets. Febria would be quiet, never smiling if there was no Steven. Steven wouldn't want to eat or move if I left abroad without Febria.." the woman tried to smile forced, telling me the honest reason. How difficult it is to separate the two creatures.

"Maybe it's a curse, because you like your nanny.." continued Amel.

"Nanny's son? So you're my nanny's son?" kenzo asked with a smile, answered with a nod by Amel.

"Yes, brother Kenzo..." Amel imitated the words of Febria.

"Don't call me brother, say 'My husband, baby'..." Kenzo began to rise, holding Amel's nape, kissing his lips softly, just a short kiss, ending in a smile.

"Brother Complex.." grumbled Amel, laughing.

"Only a babysitter, we have no blood relation. Who cares." whispered it on his wife's neck.

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