My Kenzo
Season Two: Heartbreak

"A... Ameel, Aunt..." Diah gagapan, considering the hotel and club'night belongs to the woman in front of him.

Amel sighed harshly, "They snared auntie huh? It's my fault I should have accompanied auntie here. But my head suddenly hurt." he said down looking regretful as if just staring at the purplish mark on Diah's neck.

"Ti. it's okay," Diah grew nervous, raising her scarf even more.

"But..." Amel looked doubtful.

"It's okay, but please don't tell anyone" she asked.

Amel nodded with a smile, "To make up for everything, does auntie want to go to my sister's boutique? Let me pay..."

"Yes..." Diah smiled, starting to follow Amel's steps to his car.

***

Boutique that has grown rapidly, 7 years ago, Amel just wearing his sister's design. His reason? Than branded clothes better advance his own business, right?

The boutique is quite large, has many branches in several cities. Diah was stunned, unlike the middle-class boutiques she had visited. The place looks so big it looks classy. Even the design of her clothes was more detailed and beautiful. His eyes looked, there was a famous celebrity couple there, was looking around then guided a designer to the VVIP room.

"That's not a celebrity couple." Diah's words were interrupted.

"Maybe they prefer to choose a different design, because it was brought by designers to the VVIP room to determine the design sketch." said Amel smiled.

Design sketches? Unlike the middle-class boutiques that Diah often entered. Choose a dress, then fittings, then just wait so, according to the size. But these? Can you even define a design?

"Sister." until a woman came to greet her brother, hugging him tightly.

For more than five years they did not meet, considering Amel who moved from one country to another. If the villa may be only a week or two, monitor its assets and shares in several companies in the country.

Clothing ordering? Usually Amel just order it through shipping. Given his size that did not change so far.

"You're getting pretty, where's jelly nata de coco?" amel's eyes are scrabbling.

Nindy bowed a rough sigh, the woman's face looked pale, for some reason.

***

5 years ago...

Two years later, they started a relationship. But there was never any more development. Brandon was getting more and more distant. Wearing men's clothes? It was free, even more and more women approached him.

Who is the woman who does not hesitate, even when going to kiss even she is pushed. But that's okay, Nindy can still smile, trying to wait patiently until her lover forgets her childhood trauma.

But will it be the same, "Sir Brandon.." he said with a smile, carrying his own box.

"I'm not hungry" Brandon brushed off Nindy's contacts. Until it fell on the floor.

"Sorry, your room is so dirty" Nindy clenched her hands, trying to keep her tears from flowing. Take one food at a time, put it back in the box for disposal. Until other boutique employees came, carrying cleaning tools.

The cold-faced young man remained indifferent, drawing a sketch of his design. Saturated? Has the young man been fed up with him. We mustn't...

Nindy quickly walked over to him, kissing his lips. But as usual, he's pushed."Don't bother me, I'm busy." he said.

"I know..." Nindy bowed, walked away quickly. I don't want her crying to sound.

Along with Brandon who started staring at him,"Nindy.." the young man clenched his hands, opened his drawer, staring at the plane ticket with a destination for Singapore.

***

Even he is inferior to the boutique customer in the heart of his lover.

That day came when he came to Brandon's apartment. Cup cake made by himself, decorated in such a way specifically for his lover, get out of his car.

But as if his world was collapsing, the young man he loved kissed another woman. A beautiful woman from a rich family, one of her boutique customers.

Nindy's tears flowed withstanding the tightness in her chest. Her fingers clenched, leaving the parking area, crying alone in the grassy area in front of the apartment. Thinking about the continuation of the relationship.

Where's mistake? Is it because he is not from a rich family? I don't know, but this really hurts him. Two years is not a short time, he is patient waiting, being a good lover. But now a Nindy has lost...

His eyes took a peek observing a security standing there, slowly the tears drenching his cheeks were wiped away by him.

"Sir..this is for the father..than wasted." he said smiling.

"Thank you, can you ask for his phoncell number?," the security who was Nindy's age returned a smile.

"I don't have phoncell.." he muttered away, bowing with a limp-looking body. Weary of one-sided love.

***

The day changed, Nindy turned even colder. No more boxes with warmth in them. Women who focus only on design and customers. Brandon occasionally stared at him, whether he had any purpose or purpose.

But it was too painful to ask the young man, it was too painful to imagine his feelings during these 2 years was just considered nonsense.

Till...

The young man walked over, "I'm going back to Singapore. So we better.." Brandon's words stopped.

"We'll end it, I'm tired" he said with tears beginning to flow, unbearable.

"Nindy...?" Brandon approached to wipe away his tears.

Nindy turned her face away, wiping away the tears with her own hands. Walk away serve other customers. A forced smile was seen on his face. Brandon just fell silent, I don't know what's on his mind right now.

Every meeting should have a farewell. As well as their relationship, the roar of the sound of the plane engine was heard. Brandon felt the window glass slowly. It was still in his own mind.

Leave everything in this country. Going back to his old life, maybe the safest side for him.

But a relationship that lasted 2 years? The girl was crying incessantly too many memories and sick feelings that her first love incised. Sit alone on the floor of his room.

Prangs...

Photo frames were thrown at him, hitting the walls of his room. He also has a heart, what is his fault? Why is it painful like this?

"Brandon," Nindy approached the broken glass, about to pick up a photo of her ex-boyfriend.

Blood poured out of his injured hand. Until Glen who heard the commotion in his sister's room suddenly entered. Hugging the body of her crying sister sobbed.

"Don't cry." warm words rang out from her lips.

"She's gone.two years isn't enough, she turned me down. But kissing another woman, is it because I'm not rich..." Nindy screamed more and more in her brother's cry.

"No, my two sisters are so beautiful. He's just a colorful pudding, he doesn't deserve you. Brother will take care of you. Don't cry.." he murmured, join his tears. Hugging Nindy's body tighter, for the first time the sturdy girl sobbed.

Remembering the young man who left, with no desire to improve their relationship...

Seriate