My Kenzo
The Reason You Are Mine

Amel clenched his forehead, but the contract was signed. Doubtfully the woman stepped onto the bed standing in front of the lying Kenzo.

"Old." the young man pulled her, delivering Amel into his arms.

Amel trembled, closing his eyes, as if resigned if this were to be the end. However, nothing happened, the young man just hugged her, starting to close his eyes.

One minute.two minutes...

Nothing happened, until the young man's voice came back, "Why not sleep?" tanyanya opened her eyes.

"A. i.e." he said speechless.

"Sleep, in a few days we have to go to Malaysia. Tomorrow Frans will take you to take care of your passport and visa." Kenzo looked at his face up close, tightening his embrace.

"Malaysia!? But you said.." Amel's words were cut off.

"I have to get back to work, your family problems, Frans's people who will cope" he replied, still closing his eyes.

Amel was silent for a moment, glancing at the young man beside him, "Why me..."

His words were cut off, "Because hugging you is as comfortable as a Grizzly bear." replied Kenzo.

But is that really the reason? Not completely. Probably because of a woman he called 'Mama'

***

One of Bold Company's warehouses 30 years ago...

A man was pedaling his old bicycle, full of smiles with a bag he was carrying carefully. The head of the warehouse, that's the profession, the person in charge of organizing some of the newly entered fabric products.

He is too young to take that position. But his supple personality, simple, and intelligent brain, make him able to occupy the position. Even if you only have an SMU diploma.

"Sir Arman." that's how the warehouse clerk called him. A young man who looked awkward, started to enter his room.

The warehouse notebook he brought, walked around the warehouse checking stock, out and in. One of the Bold Company's warehouses is where he works.

His pride uniform was still attached to his body. The only place for him to make a living, for his pregnant wife.

"All that?" ask, counting, while occasionally helping to put the box in the box car.

"In the red stock is over." replied one of the employees.

"Later I will contact the factory, so that more stock goods are sent again," he said closing his record. Remember lunch time is almost here.

"Where is Mr Arman going!? Take the provisions from his wife, huh!? Who's got a smart wife cook.." seduced one of the employees laughed, staring at his boss.

Arman, who was a shy person, ran into his room. Of course to eat lunch made by his wife who was pregnant with their first child.

A black-and-white photo was seen on his desk, the young man stroking him slowly smiling to himself. Chew food with a mouth full.

Beautiful wife, pregnant, work she likes. His life feels perfect, the more passion to work it feels.

Collecting money sheet by sheet for his wife and prospective children at home.

Until the afternoon, Arman went home with a plastic package.

"We ate martabak." he said, hugging his wife who was sweeping the floor from behind.

His wife just smiled, had a simple husband who loved him wholeheartedly, what a gift to her. From the moment three years ago, received Arman as her husband.

"What's the naughty grandpa when you work?" he asked the child in the womb, squatting in front of his wife, stroking his stomach slowly. Slow movement felt, Arman rounded his eyes, smiling, "Jeez (name of wife Arman) our child's movements." he said with pride.

"Like her father does not want to be silent." Ayu sneered at her husband.

A truly happy life, everything feels perfect. The oil paper opened, the smell of martabak wafted, a pair of lips from a smiling married couple ate it.

Eyes that look happy, laughing lovingly at each other. But will it be like this forever?

***

Envy and envy, side by side in the human heart when seeing others achieve happiness...

That was what Arman experienced, the man's face was deathly pale. Counting many times even the stock of cloth rollers is less than it should be. His hands trembled, again pressing the old calculator.

"Nothing, are you sure you transported everything yesterday?" ask him on warehouse employees.

They nodded, "And Mr. Arman himself counted." said one of them.

His face grew pale, immediately returning home from the warehouse, riding a bicycle quickly to his home. His mind was completely muddled back then, several times almost getting hit by a vehicle, even falling off a bicycle. His old bicycle stopped in front of the house.

"Why?" ask his wife out of their room.

"Can I use my savings for labor? The stuff in the barn is gone" he said sitting in a rattan chair grabbing his own hair.

Ayu sighed harshly, "Use first, we will find a loan for the cost of labor." she said smiling, not having the heart to look at the look on the face of her honest husband. Men who have never played gambling, or are infatuated with other women. Just love him and make a living for him.

"Thank you..." Arman shed his tears, slowly stroking his wife's belly"Dedek, sorry I borrowed the money first. You're negligent, it's dad's fault..."

Her tears flowed incessantly, this was her responsibility. However, the money was also the right of his future son, "Sorry.." That's all that came out of the mouth of the father who loved his family.

***

A few weeks passed, the same thing happened no matter whose actions. Arman doesn't have the money to replace lost items anymore.

The young man bowed, kneeling before Suki (Bold Company Owner) who had come to review the factory.

"Sa..I don't know, every day the stock of my goods is checked but.." Arman's words were cut off, a warehouse employee interrupted him.

"Pak Arman did check every day, but every day also buy his wife a good meal. Buy clothes and jewelry." accuse one of the employees, smile.

Smile? True, it was the employee who cooperated with the security guard, coming at night to steal the cloth rollers. A reason? No, everybody needs to eat, don't you think? However, using the wrong way, let others who bear the consequences of their actions.

"No!! For the money for childbirth I don't have one!!" she said she shed her tears, still kneeling before Suki, holding her trousers.

"Sa.I know it's my responsibility, I'm fine to be fired. I'll pay the damages in installments, but please, don't take me to the police station. My wife is pregnant, no one is looking after her" she said with trembling hands.

However, the man shifted his gaze, only fixated on something for which there was no exact proof,"Report this matter to the police station!! If he can't pay his compensation in a month." he said walking away from the warehouse.

Arman's hand went limp instantly, his face pale, from which he could collect large sums of money only given a month. While, the house he occupied, was a rented land.

His steps were limp, returning home by pedaling his old bicycle, until he reached his home.

As usual, he served her warm tea. Arman was speechless, keeping everything to himself.

"Jeez, Dedek's father's son, who is healthy yes." he said to his wife and prospective children. Holding back her tears that were about to flow.

His wife just nodded, not knowing anything, not knowing the problems her husband was facing.

***

Morning began to dawn, unlike usual Arman left early in his proud factory uniform, pedaling his old bicycle.

But hasn't he been fired? Where did the young man go? On the way, Arman changed his uniform, wearing regular clothes.

Work early to be a building porters, hoping to get more wages from the foreman. Working in the heat of the sun that stings his skin, eating his provisions between the dust where he works.

Day began in the afternoon, daily wages were obtained, his fingers were trembling, receiving less money. "May I work at night?" tanyanya, do not want her child born without her presence who must be imprisoned if not able to pay compensation.

The foreman nodded, letting him go back to work...

This, was his first day of work, right midnight. Arman can just go home, pedal his bike, park in front of his house. His body crumpled, his back hurt stirring cement dough, carrying building materials.

Slowly the young man opened the door, a smile on his face. Tiredness was lost, staring at his wife lying down, asleep in a long wicker chair, waiting for him to come home.

His hand caressed his wife's hair, "I'll try for you guys, even if it's hard." he said.

Ayu squirmed, opening her eyes, "Why just got home?" ask her in a limp tone.

"In the warehouse, a lot of things came so had to work overtime." replied Arman smiling, caressing the tip of his wife's head.

I love you guys.it's just his fighting spirit, saving his money that's not much. An impossible amount of money could be used to get hold of the items in the warehouse that disappeared.

But he wanted to keep trying to be responsible, and wanted to try not to be confined in iron bars, when, his first child was born into this world.

However, the young man was too naive, thinking the world would be compassionate towards him. Good people cannot be locked up in prison...

Also, he was too haughty as an ordinary human, looking high on the strength of his own body.

Forgetting, the human body has limits to endure...

The hands and feet are forced to move all the time...

One moment can stop moving, when his body is damaged, when God does not want him to face a world that is too painful, for naive man.

The Lord may embrace him in His love there...

Seriate