My Kenzo
Season Two: A Habit

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The sound of several glasses raised, clashing. Socialites are the place to be today. Unexpectedly, this was a high-class party? Unlike the party that has been held so far, only the party at the house with catering is quite expensive.

Yet this? Hiring an entire upscale restaurant just to hold some sort of arisan? I'm amazed that's how he is, right now. Especially when Amel is like the center of attention.

"How's your business? Didn't think you wanted to attend even though we had invited you to come." said one of the middle-aged women, as the chairman of Arisan.

"I'm pretty busy, and I'm not a cedar anyway" Amel smiled, starting to drink a can of clear-colored soda.

"You're not an arisan?" Diah scrunched his forehead.

"Although he is not a member, Amel will always be the guest of honor." said the chairman of the arisan, pouring the wine again with the figures of 1940 in the glass Amel.

"I don't drink alcohol, soda is enough" Amel sighed, smiling.

One of the arisan members, sighed, opened a new can for Amel, "You're doing this in memory of your late husband huh? It's a shame he died at such a young age. I know he likes soda, because my niece worked at W&G Company headquarters as a deputy director for 9 years. I'm so sorry, aren't I? It's unexpected that you've been pretending that your husband is alive,"

Inviting Amel's sympathy was their goal, making friends to smooth the business relationship. Being the center of attention? That was how Amel was currently, Diah fell silent, eating the dish before him.

Clothes costing tens, even hundreds of millions, of diamond jewelry, they are really from the upper class. He felt inferior at the moment, but still, Amel would become his son-in-law, he could surpass them easily.

Until his eyes looked down, one of the upper class women, her husband, the owner of a large company, was there. Diah began to draw closer to the woman who had a higher social status than him.

"Mom Salma, how am I doing." Diah's words were cut off.

The woman clenched her forehead, "Who are you?" the attention of everyone in the room turned to him. Started whispering to Diah, the person with the worst appearance there.

A smile restrained on Amel's lips is the time, taking notice as a good daughter-in-law candidate."Her name is aunt Diah, my distant family." she smiled.

Salma suddenly smiled, her nature began to change, "Oh yes I forgot. Virgo's wife isn't she? What about your son who just graduated from abroad?"

So did other upper-class women, starting to serve him, began to invite him to talk and even praise Diah excessively. What did Amel do? Smiling, I felt it was too easy.

Diah glances at him, with Amel in place, Virgo will probably have a higher status. A praba? No need to work for others, multinational companies will officially belong to him and his family.

But, is it true? The upper class friendly woman just smiled, with a beautiful body wrapped in her sister's clothes.

***

Club'night becomes the ultimate goal of the rally, the thump of music sounds loud. Already know everything? Of course, Amel knew what kind of group he was attending.

"You have to drink" said Salma, pouring Vodka on her glass.

Diah looked around, everyone was drinking except Amel. Amel was okay, not drinking, he was the center of attention from the start.

But herself? These are the real upper class socialites, Diah should follow what they do. His goal? Of course to make friends, making it easier for his family to rise to social status someday.

"I drink..." Diah grabbed it, drank in one gulp.

But it was enough to drive him, encountering the path of hell this time. Let him jump alone.

"Tante Diah, my head suddenly hurts, probably exhausted by the workload. I have to go home, bill you whatever you do and eat and drink here, I'll deal. I'm sorry I have to go home first." he said holding his head.

Diah sighed harshly, should she go back to the villa with Amel? But when else could she get along with this independent career woman and the wives of this famous businessman."Aunty will stay here, you be careful .." he said.

"Yes..." Amel left smiling, closing the door.

"It's nice to have a family relationship with him. The hotel as well as the club' tonight, half the shares are his. Even I heard he invested in many fields, owning hundreds of acres of land scattered in various places. You just need to have fun with us," Salma sighed rudely, embracing Diah's shoulder, thrusting a glass of Vodka.

Until a few dozen minutes later, the peak of the event arisan under the guise of jewelry finally arrived. At the restaurant, it was just a collection of jewelry, in the form of gold and diamonds. But at club'night?

The hired men started to enter, handsome and young. Even at Praba's age, Diah was stunned to not understand. Staring at the upper-class women began to be approached by young men. There was even one of them approaching him.

"I..this...?" Diah.

"Don't be afraid that way, our husband is also unfaithful out there. Why as women we can not." said Salma, his lips began to be denounced by the young man, who led him to walk away from the private room club'night.

Is everyone above doing this? But, will it not be discovered later? Several women stared at him, waiting for Diah's still hesitant reaction.

"Tante doesn't want to go with me? I will satisfy you." whispered the young man with a mature brown skin, with a body shape more sturdy than Virgo.

Instantly his blood rippled... Just once, not using my money anyway. This is also for the sake of following the association of the upper class, his mind, began to pour his hand on the young man.

"Tante, looks beautiful." whispered again, touching Diah's cheek, lifting his body ala bridal style, about to leave the club looking for a hotel room that became one with the club's night.

The women who had originally glanced towards Diah who looked doubtful. Now focus on her partner. Find a room, just have fun and fill their loneliness.

The door of the hotel room began to open, the influence of alcohol, combined with the touch of a young man made him grow wild. Rise up on the man's body, sometimes his lips open, rummaging. Outfits that date scattered, the ability of this young man does feel different than his husband Virgo.

Shaking him nonstop, making him not want to stop, touching those muscles. A deed he never did before, sounded disgusting and disgusting, but it was unexpected that this was the sensation. "Agghhh.." he repeatedly felt the calmness of the young man.

***

Amel drove his car, turned on some pretty loud music. Until her husband's villa is seen, what is she doing? Of course, parked his car on the road ahead of the villa.

Security is about to open the gate, "Please enter the mistress." he said.

But Amel shook his head, "I will not enter the villa. It's only eleven o'clock at night." she muttered wanting to be punished by her husband.

The security clenched his forehead, clueless with his master, finally closing the gate again. Let Amel stay in his car parked on the roadside in front of the villa.

Unaware of Kenzo staring from the balcony of their room, which was located on the second floor."He asked for the law..."

The young man chuckled, laughing at his wife who was getting sweeter by the day.

Seriate