My Kenzo
Second Season: Missile

What exactly is Brandon? Everything is fine, but every day staring at a couple who will get married choosing a wedding dress makes her envious and pity. Until now, kissing Nindy can sometimes be done, but sometimes it is also difficult to do.

Love the girl who keeps paying attention to her. But if it's too long this will only hurt him. To avoid being her choice, hurt herself and Nindy.

The rest of the lunch box rice is still in the room, being cleaned by an employee. Her fingers were trembling, her tears were flowing, "Why can't I kiss her back.

The employee who cleaned up the leftovers on the floor just looked down. They know their boss's relationship.

There are times when it gets swept up in him. Liquor became his impingement, his head ached, drinking alcohol with his male friend from Singapore who happened to visit and stay at his apartment. Until a woman joins in, a boutique customer secretly likes her.

They returned to the apartment in two different cars. Somehow the woman followed Brandon and his male friend back to the apartment.

"Wait here, I'll find a parking spot first." said his friend left Brandon alone, in the basement parking lot of the apartment building.

While the woman who became his boutique customer did not waste the opportunity. Walk up to him,"Brandon, would you come with me? We can eat together and watch a movie. My house is near here, there's the home theater..."

Brandon shook his head, bowed in a state of heavy drunkenness. Until the woman sighed, she started to turn around. For some reason, the back of Nindy who stepped away imagined.

Brandon pulled the woman into his cupped face, looking at her for a moment. When viewed from another angle, it is like kissing. The eyes he saw for a few minutes.

The woman who had begun to close her eyes, thought Brandon would land her lips. However, nothing happened, "You're not him." he muttered, pushing the woman's body. Walk away to the apartment lobby in a giant step. Unaware of everything, her lover who brought cup cake for her, had left in disappointment.

The day passed, the warm smile on Nindy's face was nowhere to be seen anymore. He used to avoid her, but this time Nindy came away. Say hello, ask why? But he did not do it. It's his own fault for ignoring his lover.

What's the connection gonna end here? The plane ticket was still in his drawer, his father lying in the hospital with a broken bone due to an accident. His business in Singapore is no one he trusts to monitor anymore.

Brandon sighed harshly, only until his father recovered, taking care of his business in Singapore. He will also see a psychiatrist treating his mental health. But would Nindy be willing to wait for him again? If not, maybe this is a stroke of his fate, will see his lover, coupled with a person who is better able to make him happy.

"I'm going back to Singapore. So we better.." he said hoping Nindy would be willing to wait for him. At once forgive his attitude.

"We end it, I'm tired." the girl's words with tears started to flow, unbearable.

"Nindy...?" Brandon approached to wipe away his tears. But the face turned away, leaving him to serve other customers.

Brandon walked into his room, took his car keys. Get away from the boutique driving in an emotional state. Sick? Really unbearable pain. A sense of tightness hit his chest.

Although not always, he still vomits often. Kala forced herself to kiss with her lover. But, the relationship ended?

Until the pink car stopped by the beach, Brandon leaned his back on the driver's seat. Wasn't this her wish, so that Nindy could slowly forget about it? End the relationship, which somehow will get to the marriage due to her inability.

"Darling.." His tears flowed in his eyes considering Nindy's food that he had been denied for several months. Photos of their togetherness are still stored in his phoncell gallery.

"Agghhh...!!" he shouted, throwing his original phonecell, until the screen cracked.

***

Brandon's day of departure...

As expected, Nindy will not come. The fractured Phoncell is still stored, it will be repaired if it reaches Singapore later. Take care of her father, take care of her boutique. Healing from his trauma? That, no longer matters, because her lover may have forgotten her when she returned later.

Jemari clenched her hands, "Maybe this is the best, after 2 years it turns out I am still the same.." murmured full of regret.

Singapore...

Not much happened afterwards, the phone he repaired still make their togetherness photos as wallpaper. Slowly fetch water for his father, before the nurse he hired to take care of him came to his house.

Can't walk? Not completely, only his left leg was broken. Maybe after about a few months, the cast will be released.

Wilson (father Brandon) sighed harshly smilingly staring at the changing appearance of his son. But still, the face was getting colder, looking moody.

"Have short hair. Banana mushy, already have a boyfriend.." the rauma can not hold back his laughter anymore. No matter where Brenda went, Brandon suddenly came back from another country.

Wilson sighed many times, neutralizing his laughter, staring at the child's arrival with water filling the glass teapot."Ekhm...do you have a boyfriend?" tanyakanya.

Brandon just bowed down not answering, pouring water for his father.

"Why not answer? Having a boyfriend is no disgrace. Or maybe..." Wilson paused his words for a moment, beginning to think with the silence of his only son.

"Is your boyfriend a man!?" he continued with a pale face, there is no way that the sweet girl on his son's phone wallpaper is a transvestite, right? What if his son starts playing with swords? No way, the descendants of his family should not be extinct, he also wants to have grandchildren.

"I don't have a boyfriend..." Brandon tried to smile, but his face still looked gloomy as well.

"Then the photo of the woman on your phone?" the father knitted his forehead.

"Say, he wanted this to end." he muttered, trying to smile.

"Then you just agree?" ask Wilson with the anger level at level 3.

"Yes, I can't afford to make her happy," Brandon sighed harshly.

"Not able to do it!! If you don't have the money to buy her a gift, you can design clothes for her!! If he was materialistic, his snare was like a CEO-CEO novel that accidentally went on a one night stand!! Until she's pregnant!! Beg*k!!" his growl with anger level rose to level 6.

How not, for the first time there is a dedemit that can bewitch his son to stop using women's skirts. Hopefully the banana can be used someday to make many offspring for him.

"Not a matter of branded goods, he is also a designer.he is also not materialistic." he said again sigh.

"What is love's rival? Is there a man more handsome and rich than you? If that was the case, it would be father himself who would act!! No matter which office child!! No matter which businessman's son!! The general's son will face you!!" wilson's words were like soldiers not afraid of death, as if to save the sweet grandchildren who will be there later. His anger was currently at level 8.

"There is no rival.he only loves me." replied Brandon back.

"Then??" wilson did not understand.

"A. I can't smell it. Or do more, sometimes I vomit." The answer from his son's mouth exposed his own disgrace.

Wilson sneered at his temple, "So you can't give him the satisfaction?"

Brandon just nodded in confirming...

"Are you impotent?" the father asked again.

"Ever react two years ago when with him alone, but still. Until the two years we were together it didn't happen again..." Brandon bowed, regretting the relationship that ended.

"Have you ever been in such a thrilling situation where there were only the two of you?" tanyanya back.

Brandon just shook his head."At the boutique there are employees, dating outside her brother Glen will follow. Even in the cinema he was sitting among us laughing loudly, spilling popcorn everywhere. I didn't have a chance with him either." he lamented.

"Look!! You are papa's descendant!! Descendants of Wilson!! Have a satisfying bed strength!! After papa recovers, go back to him!! Papa will take away a man named Glen!! Shake his bed!! Until he can't get up." said the father, full of ambition to have grandchildren. His anger level was now at level 10.

"So it has to be?" Brandon looked doubtful, answered with a nod by his father.

"I'm going to see a psychiatrist!! When it heals later!! He won't be able to wake up!!" he shouted excitedly.

"That's papa's new pride kid!! Wake up your weapon!! Shoot him many times with a guided missile." misguided advice from a middle-aged man who already wants a grandson from jelly nata de coco.

Seriate