My Kenzo
Second Season: Black and White

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The atmosphere of the dinner was warm, Kenzo glanced a little at the plate there."Who's that?" tanyakanya.

"The only one Scott came home late, the other one belonged to Diah." replied Amel smiling.

In a moment of silence, Damian stopped the chewing."Is she?" tanyanya.

"Yes, Kenzo today I have to go to the club'night. I promise I will not get drunk, will not tease men, will be followed secretly by bodyguards." said Amel smiling.

"But club'night. What if someone makes you drunk, one day you will get sick. And.and..." Damian clenched his hands, remembering the body of his late son, a pale-faced man, often shivering and experiencing delusions for some reason.

"Here, Amel went with a bodyguard, after all he can be trusted." said Vanya who really put his full trust in his son-in-law.

"Kenzo please don't allow your wife." Damian's words cut off Amel smiled at her.

"Kenzo?" Amel blinked one eye, looking for sympathy.

"May..but tell me first your reason for the club'night and what should I do when Diah comes?" Kenzo began to put down his cutlery, there was no way Amel acted strangely without reason, "One more time, going home at one in the morning, means one punishment, going home at two in the morning, twice a punishment, one time, go home at three in the morning, three sentences..."

"I'll be home at 12 pm." said Amel enthusiastically, wanted to be punished.

***

An explanation? Amel explained everything, but even so Damian was still worried about trying to convince himself. Nothing will happen to her daughter-in-law.

Until the guest also brought a large suitcase. "Amel!!"

"Tante .." he said smilingly kissing the right cheek of the left cheek. Ala socialite upscale familiar.

"We're going to have dinner. Auntie wants to eat?" ask Amel. However, Diah's eyes looked around watching Vanya who was downcast and Damian's dislike gaze.

"No, what if we eat on the way? We go to your friends' place first." he said.

"The waiter.put the suitcase in the front room." said Amel was about to walk away after taking the bag and car keys.

Kenzo's face changed, "Where are you going?" tanyakanya.

"As far as I go, the money I spent on my late husband's money, not yours. Besides, if you can't keep up with my company, it's better to stay at Ferrell's and Febria's guardhouse." - Shame on walking away, with Diah.

A smile full of confidence was seen on the middle-aged woman's face. Looking at Dava and Amel's relationship is not so good. Perhaps if you meet Praba who is accustomed to the association of the upper class, Amel will be devastated and prefer it.

Kenzo bowed for a few moments as if disappointed. But quickly the look on his face changed, "Until when should I be called the deceased. I'll make him unable to get out of bed if he comes home late." he grumbled in annoyance.

"You guys?" Damian clenched his forehead not understanding.

Steven who saw everything, still took another side dish, put it on his plate and Febria."My mother is a white fox demon that often makes people stunned by the illusion and then eats her heart and heart. Whereas my father was a demon, moving behind the scenes, gnawing at them with no body left," a chilling explanation from him.

"I used to?" ask Kenzo to Steven.

"Right, you guys were just married back then, so mom wasn't so involved in the company. But the old papa, infiltrating steal data alone, pretending to be stupid in the lowest position. It was full of strategy, until it ended, sweeping away the greedy companies." she explained, wiping the sauce that was a little dirty on Febria's lips."Papa's former nature has returned a little, right?"

"If you were, since papa wasn't around, and we were too young. Be friendly with the enemy, looking for his weakness slowly, like a seductive white fox demon with its soft white tail. After being lulled, its claws will tear the heart and heart of its prey. In a real sense, destroying the back of his life until it is not left," he explained.

***

The night grew late Damian was unable to sleep at all, sitting alone on the living room sofa. The thing he did? Nothing, just that he's worried about his daughter-in-law Amel.

Until suddenly Kenzo sat next to him, bringing me a snack of Kusuka cassava chips."What are you doing?" tanyakanya.

"Waiting for Amel to come home, what if he gets drunk and ends up sick like..." Damian suddenly bowed to stop his words.

Damian nodded slowly, "He often drinks alcohol. But it's not too much. If not consume it, his body often shivers, cold sweat comes out, restless, I..."

"How much to drink? What every day?" asked Kenzo to feel some awkwardness.

"Every day maybe, I don't see clearly. Because Dava consumed it while with Kiki. But from his credit card bill, to booze maybe within a month he spent a bottle of wine..." damian replied, remembering the article since he had a relationship with Kiki, the credit card bill of the late Dava was supervised by him.

"Did Kiki not consume alcohol?" Kenzo knitted his forehead. If so, maybe Dava's life was deliberately ruined by someone.

Given the alcoholic beverages consumed Dava is still within reasonable limits. Most people living in countries with prolonged winters do consume alcohol as a warm-up. But not too much, not beyond the reasonable limits. In the sense of being used to consuming a little in a long time, will not make them drunk.

"Kiki has bad shopping habits. But not a good alcoholic. Since we used to live in one house, I know he usually only drinks a little, then falls asleep. But unlike Dava, he only consumed half a glass. But raved there was no stopping. Sometimes even laugh at yourself, like having an illusion..."

"I forbid Kiki to give him a drink, but that happened. Dava cried hysterically saying his whole body was in pain, his body was shivering. I once wanted to take him to the hospital. But unfortunately he always refused, on the grounds that Kiki could take care of him." he said considering the events when his late son was still alive.

Kenzo sighed harshly, clenching his hands, but this too had to be asked by him, "Did Dava ever become an addict?"

Damian shook his head, "He's always home. Rarely came out except with Kiki.." however, suddenly the middle-aged man fell silent unsure.

The symptoms experienced by his son are like drug addiction. There was no suspicion? Of course, Dava's spending with his credit card, the same as the spending used for Kiki. So there is no gap to use it.

"Did you remember anything else?" Kenzo sighed.

"Scattered hot video recording. Dava doesn't like being recorded or photographed. But in the video he was staring at the camera, knowing there was a camera there." he said with a lot of awkwardness to his late son.

Kenzo walked towards the refrigerator, grabbing a can of clear-colored soda. He stayed for a while, drinking it.

Until the soda can is crumpled, thrown in the trash."As I recall from people's stories, the video was spread before the company went bankrupt. If my deduction isn't wrong, somehow Dava took drugs while doing the scene in the video..."

"In.he's not stupid enough to take drugs. If it consumes the nerves of the hand will be damaged and his ambition to become a famous potter artist.." Damian's fingers clenched can not accept his late son consume something most shunned the child.

"When was the last time Dava made pottery?" ask Kenzo back.

"A... Dava..10 years ago." he stammered.

"Dava stopped making it not because it didn't want to. But can't, the nerves of his hands have started to break, he just likes the work that he thinks is perfect. I've seen one of his relics at home, so I had my doubts that I was Dava,"

"Don't make pottery then make a painting of a country house on it. Drawing on the book alone I can only compensate for the pictures of elementary school children..." Kenzo took a breath.

"But narcotics..." Damian still looks doubtful.

"It was not that he deliberately consumed it, but that narcotics were mixed in alcoholic beverages. This is a common trick that dealers do, to add to their consumers. But Dava rarely goes out of the house, there is no awkward credit card spending. It means only one thing..."

"Kiki, who does everything..." Kenzo smiled a little.

"Ta.. but why? Dava loves Kiki sincerely. Even willingly bowing to his higher status.." Damian's tears flowed, unable to accept the injustice his late son received.

Slowly Kenzo hugged the middle-aged man who was crying uncontrollably, screaming deploring Dava's life. Perhaps an inner bond, he lived as Dava for 7 years. Kiki's? Women don't know thank you? Narcotics? What morning is his sin?

He will avenge everything in place of the kind-hearted Dava. The pottery artist who had calmed down at his side."How dare p*lcur..."

Kenzo smiled, a cold smile to tear apart a creature named Kiki...

Two people are inversely proportional. The figure of the late Dava wears white clothes of bright smiling artists, men who are kind-hearted, but have an ill-fated fate...

With Kenzo in black, an ambitious businessman, smiling, ready to slash, getting rid of those who hurt the late Dava...

Black and white opposite sides, two people wearing clothes of different colors. Falling into the ocean 7 years ago, like fate to meet...

Seriate