My Kenzo
Season Two: Influence

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The notification sound of messages and incoming calls many times to the phone. Praba sighed harshly, in the end lifting him up as well.

A woman's voice sounded from across the street. The woman who sounded nervous, "Praba I want to.." but suddenly her words were interrupted.

"I want to break off our engagement" said Praba, having thought through it carefully. Honestly, Suwardi was too smart for him. It will be difficult one day to take over the campus whose land and foundations are owned by the rector.

There was the sound of breathing again, "Okay, let's just end it..."

"Are you not sad?" tanyakanya.

Selly again sighed, "No, maybe we don't have a match. Lately I was thinking, will your mother appreciate me as her daughter-in-law later? But now no, I know we were just making decisions from the beginning based on thinking not the heart..."

"It's smart enough too" he said, turning off his call unilaterally.

Praba started walking, following the footsteps of a middle-aged woman. Are all his father's words true? He also wanted to know the truth about his mother.

Just a regular dinner in the private room of a restaurant especially at first. But everything changed, when he followed his mother to a night club.

There was no Amel there from the beginning, only socialites and wives of businessmen. Praba stepped in, approaching a VVIP room with tight guard.

Unable to enter, he could only wait outside. Not knowing what is going on inside. When the socialites start doing strange things. Drinking liquor, accompanied by men who have the shape of curves like Indian action film actors.

Absolutely perfect, even some of them ordered two men at once. Unlike Diah who only chose one. The arisan? Granted, but only at restaurants, next is up to them...

Amel is not there so he can keep his image as a good candidate-in-law. Once trying to get him hooked, feel the touch of men who are the same age as his son.

Until the time comes, when he peppered the beautiful face that holds his body. Touching spoiled him, even letting his fingers rise to the base of his thighs.

"Akhs..." Diah can't hold it anymore. "We playing?"

The young man nodded, still stroking his body wrapped in full clothes.

"I go first" he said to his other arisan friend. Leaving the room embracing each other.

Praba had been waiting for a moment to take his eyes off, walking near the second floor balcony directly opposite the first floor where many people were dancing drunk.

Not realizing the mother was passing by, he left the room for the hotel room, which became one with the club's night.

***

Self-cleaning? It was the first thing they did, kissing together under the shower.

Wearing a bathrobe, start it all off with two bottles of expensive liquor. I don't know since when, every week the people who introduced Amel invited him to drink. Makes Diah used to being lulled, enjoying everything while being drunk.

The door of the hotel room closed, the couple began to commit a major sin. Diah is for the sake of pleasure and satisfaction, while the man who does it for money.

"Auntie is beautiful, aunty's body smells good, the shape is very beautiful." he said, removing the bathrobe used by Diah.

Words of flattery, making his customers drift. That's the mainstay of the pleasure givers for the money.

***

A few hours passed, Praba returned, but the guard in front of one of the VVIP rooms had disappeared.

The door was opened, in sight? The room was empty, only a janitor was visible. Take a bottle of drink, as well as a splattered tissue.

"Where are the arisan mothers here going?" ask the officer.

"the Arisan? They book the most rooms, after the message of the comfort man." she replied smilingly.

Booking room... Praba clenched his hands, there was no way his mother who had never cheated ordered a comfort man.

Stepping quickly, towards the reception area of the hotel."Sorry, I want to bring my mother's wallet that was left behind. Her name is Diah, can you check in what room she's staying in?" tanyakanya.

"Thank you," Praba tried to smile, but his heart was completely agitated. Go faster, take the elevator, until the place is seen in the end

The room with the number 457 is now in front of him. Wish the door was locked, not watching everything. But that's not the case, a door that may have been forgotten in the lock by a couple who are now drunk.

Praba's hands trembled, opening the door before him.

Kriet's...

Dark room with minimal application. The sounds filled the room.

"I..iya in .. there, go on. akh.." her mother's voice sounded loud.

"here? Aunty likes it..ugh... tan.. it's amazing.." praise him who wants the client really satisfied and feel longed for.

The voice sounded clear, Praba started to step up. Staring at his own mother's body was pampered by a man who might be his age.

Even in an extreme position. The man pulled Diah's hair slowly, peppering his back with a fused body. Moving him in search of the peak of satisfaction.

"Mother?" lirih.

Diah and the man, who were under the influence of alcohol, looked at him. Weirdo? It's really weird, the mother doesn't seem to care. Lying the young man's body, the veranda above him moved his body.

"There was a man standing there ...ugh.." raved the young man who was in a low level of consciousness, staring at the existence of Praba.

"That's.that's just my son!! If you want him to join..." Diah sped up her tempo, no matter what, enjoying everything."Akh.." The mess is drunk.

Praba clenched his hands, that was his mother? No wonder the father left her preferring a maid.

His tears flowed, disappointed of course. The mother who taught everything, said she was the first in the class, stupid. Just because Dava won the painting race, telling him to bow to the Damian family.

Teach how to stab from behind. How to destroy Dava, Praba took a step back. Suggestions of happy family that her mother said from small imagined. He became a distinguished family, had harmonious parents, had lovers and many upper-class friends.

But this is what? One who gives him advice leads himself to destruction.

The young man's feet took another step back, not believing the beautiful dream that Diah had said anymore.

By stepping on and getting rid of Dava he'll be happy? No, Diah drove himself and his family to ruin.

Walking in disappointment, out of the room.

Brakes...

The door slammed tightly, sitting on the floor leaning his back against the wall of the hotel hallway. Her hair was pulled by him. Happy family like soap opera? That was the wish his mother had said.

But this is what!? His mother was like a teacher to him. Now that it destroyed everything, did the law of karma really exist!? I don't know, but everything hurts...

***

He opened his eyes, not wearing a thread. With a young man still asleep beside him. Two bodies covered only in blankets, his head a little sore due to the influence of alcohol he drank last night.

Stay in the bathroom after waking up. Perhaps that was what was on his mind, waiting for the young man beside him to wake up.

"What fun!?" the voice of someone she knew sounded. He looked towards the origin of the sound.

The young man who is now sitting on the sofa is directly facing the bed.

"Praba, this is not what you thought. Mother.." Diah's words came to a halt, as Praba rose from his seat.

"What kind of misunderstanding!?" he snapped, pulling the blanket, revealing his mother's body filled with purplish marks. With a young man who also did not wear a thread.

Seriate