My Kenzo
Season Two: A Pair of Cups
There were no more tears left, everything had run out, as he waited in the hallway of the hotel overnight. Fingers clenched their hands, hitting the young man? It's no use, his own mother hired him. If not, there will be others.
"What's dad's fault!?" ask him with reddened eyes, a circle of tears seemed to be stuck there.
The man, who knew nothing, immediately got up to pick up his clothes that were splattered on the floor and the money that Diah had prepared on the table. Wearing it quickly, no matter what, a situation like this? Maybe he has faced it.
Diah immediately put on her bathrobe, forced herself to move in the middle of her still-painful head, holding the arm of her son's clothes, "Praba, this is not what you think, mother is being framed. Arisan's friend's mother probably put something in the drink." her words were cut off.
"stuck? But still putting money on the table!? Being guessed? But still be able to concoct to invite me along for fun!?"
"The father who cheated with the maid was more honorable than the mother who hired gilolo!!" she said she shook Diah's hand, smiling cynically.
"Your father might as well have another woman out there. She was often rude to mother, for years mother looked down before Vanya just to.." Diah's sentence was again cut.
"Mom don't remember? Mothers themselves want it, money and social status are higher. Me and dad just followed mom's wishes!! Do everything you can to make you happy, realize your desire to have a family of the upper class!!" Already unable to endure it any longer, how hurt he was, saying all his own opinions this time.
"Dava, he's stupid!! Already from childhood I was taught to envy her by you!! What excess? Only good at painting!? I got first place, but you put me down. Now I ask, if I as a child have no advantages. What are your advantages as a mother!? Good at having fun by enjoying the body of a young man...!?"
Plaque...
The sound of a slap rang out loud, the red color was imprinted on his cheeks. Her tears this time were completely flowing. Virgo is emotional? No, his father had always wanted to make his mother happy. Doing all the office work that piled up, even betraying Vanya, his own relatives.
Himself? Even a Praba has ruined Dava's life, so that nothing else makes the mother complain. About Dava having everything, about Vanya with all her happiness.
Butwhat? The happy family in his shadow was just a lie. The ambition of a woman who makes her son and husband fight for her. But it was also the woman who offered her body to the young man, the woman who slapped her own son.
"Mommy said it!! It's your father's fault!! And for your own good, mom made friends and followed their company in order to adapt to Amel later, after you got married!!" he shouted in front of the stunned child with flushed cheeks.
"Mom sacrificed a lot, sacrificed a lot..." Praba stepped back, "I don't need any more mother sacrifices. I'm gonna turn myself in to the cops..."
"What do you mean!? Give yourself up to the police!?" diah's hands trembled, about to approach her son.
"Dava knows everything, he can still smile. I myself am broken here. Amel? It's not for my happiness, is it!? It's for the mother's own happiness" he said clenching his hand to make up his mind. Somehow this 7-year-old life never quiet, afraid of Kiki reporting everything, turn himself over to the police officer.
Afraid that Damian might rise, he finds evidence of his father's betrayal of the company. Unable to live quietly in the slightest, but only one belief to justify his actions.
This was all for his mother, who prepared her future as a good mother and wife. There's not gonna be anything wrong...
But this reality seemed like a slap to him. A slap? He was really slapped, right?
Praba began to step away, until the last sentence from his mother made his heart hurt.
"If you dare turn yourself in to the police!! You are not my son anymore! I don't need the son of an inmate!!" snapped it.
"I know, but I want to be locked up in jail. Live quietly, have no more fear, all my deeds will be exposed.." answer from a son who is not considered a child anymore by his mother.
"Aarrrgh....!! Praba!!" screams from Diah's mouth, pulling her own hair, feeling like she's lost everything.
***
A woman was renting an empty villa. Quietly near the hearth, began to answer his call.
"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.
"A. I'll turn myself in to the police. I just said it so you can escape." replied Praba from across the street.
Kiki smiled, staring at the embers with cold air around her, "I will not escape. Because Dava's right next to me right now,"
"The davas? You with?" tanyakanya.
Kiki shook her head, "No, but I feel with her. He was dead, the person who had lived with Damian all this time was named Kenzo," his tears flowed, staring at the two pottery pieces inside the furnace.
The villa that had been sold by the late Dava was now rented by him. Just for a few days, for whatever reason, maybe just want to...
"Ja. so Dava," his words stopped, his phoncells dropped left by him. His rival died 7 years ago, dead in his own hands.
Kiki still fell silent severing her phoncell connection, enjoying a warm cup of tea. Keep smiling, knowing maybe he will be picked up by the police tomorrow.
"It's over soon." the woman smiled, glancing at the side. The mirage of a young man was seen there smiling warmly.
What does Kiki want? Nothing, he is saturated enough to have the ambition to raise as much money as possible. There is no happiness behind that pile of money. However, unexpectedly the greatest happiness was in the beautiful little villa.
Sitting near the pottery furnace warms up.
"Do you forgive me?" he muttered alone. Meanwhile, the mirage beside him simply fell silent, saying nothing.
Until he leaned on the mirage shoulder of the young man sitting next to him. Kiki who was smiling sincerely for the first time, her tears flowed amidst her closed eyes.
The young man wearing a white shirt just stared straight at the furnace. Until the mirage disappears, which is actually visible. Kiki is alone, warming herself up there in the absence of the long-gone Dava.
***
The morning air, entering the gap of the room curtain, that pair of imperfectly formed cups was again stained by it.
Refined to be glazed until the sound of police car sirens is heard.
That day he was completely arrested, but his face smiled for some reason. Leaving behind a pair of cups is not well shaped, with not so good paintings.
A cup with a word 'Sorry.' is written, while another one...
A blue butterfly whose wings have been broken, perched on a flower. It was as if Dava who was injured so much, had been happy somewhere...
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