My Kenzo
Season Three: Secretary

...There are times when humans, too good at hiding wounds, in smiling face masks....

...Like a teddy bear that smiles, in order to always be able to play with the owner he loves. Holding his feelings in his arms....

Hitoshi...

"He doesn't exist?" ask his best friend.

"Maybe not home yet, why should I pretend to be your girlfriend!?" the woman clenched her forehead curiously.

"For him to be close and be friends with me. Say like it then our family will soon arrange a matchmaking. That's why he'll run away even further away, if I say it bluntly. I want to be loved slowly" Hitoshi sat down before a white piano, a young man of Japanese-indonesian blood, with a crystal earring to the left of his ear. Wearing a dark blue sweater, with songbooks strewn around his piano.

"The romance!! If only I hadn't gotten married I'd come after you" the woman's laughter sounded.

"Unfortunately, he doesn't love me. He likes other people, I hope that person does not appear again in his life," Hitoshi was silent for a moment, starting to play his piano, while taking notes using his pencil.

Bag...

A discordant tone sounded a few piano keys pressed randomly, "Tell her how you feel!!" the words that came out of his best friend's mouth, stopped Hitoshi's play.

Hitoshi put down his pencil walking to grab a little photo of his friendship with Febria, "He still loves Steven, his foster brother,"

"If I say it, he'll stay away like a little bird being targeted with a bullet. It's okay that I love her, because ever since I started growing up and loving her. I realized, love really gives. Seeing and watching it makes me happy," she murmured smiling.

Where is Hitoshi at the moment? The art foundation that Aika founded for her. The profession? Hitoshi is the head of the foundation, the friendly youth enchanting any woman who looks at him.

He began to pick up a microphone that could be attached to the ear, commonly used for performances, musicals. His fingers were dancing on the piano keys, beautiful tones were beginning to sound.

Along with her voice chanting a sad song, a beautiful song tells the story of a man waiting for a woman to love him, looking at him in a smile, joking like a friend, the heart of a woman that others have had, wants grabbed.

Hitoshi bowed with a small smile, dwelling on every note he played. Every word that was spoken on his lips, a song created by the composer himself.

The light passed through the window of that music room, carrying warmth and hope in his heart. I can't forget their first meeting.

Until the last row of notes played, at the end of the song.

"I love you." The last lyrics are like a whisper, without the melody of the piano.

The young man who smiled, was satisfied with the newly created song. The real feeling the composer felt.

Frans sighed harshly, smilingly looking at his son from the slightly open door."I thought that woman wasn't your boyfriend. I'll help you.." he muttered walking away down the aisle, calling his father-in-law and Amel.

***

Elsewhere, Febria is still trying to cover her body with foam. Stare sharply at the young man before him.

"You said you'd wake me up when reinforcements came. Why are we here? And where's my shirt?" febria snapped, trembling in fear.

"You can't wake up at all, so I'm taking you straight to my house. Your dirty clothes are being washed.." Answer from his mouth, grabbing a shower and shampoo beside the bathtub, about to wash Febria's hair.

"Let me alone!!" febria said quickly, grabbing the shower and shampoo Steven held.

"I take a shower, your clothes are outside..." Steven walked closer to the glass-enclosed room with the big shower there.

"No shame" said Febria, annoyed, moving her legs feeling her groin did not hurt. "I'm still a virgin." he murmured sure.

His eyes slightly glanced towards the glass-enclosed room, faintly the young man's body was visible. Athletic body that is usually wrapped in a sweater, freshen up under the swift air shower.

The new mini dress he saw was on the table, grabbed him immediately wearing it, then combed his wet hair. Wanting to leave immediately was what was on his mind at this moment.

One thing caught his attention. The laptop left behind is on.

Maybe if he gets caught later, he can send a message to someone else who will save him, considering he lives far away with his family. His fingers moved quickly, using Steven's laptop. Until one fact is found. "It turns out he's the br*hsek who sent the bawdy message!!" furious, refocused, sending a message to Hitoshi.

Then, Febria began to get up, opened the door of the room, walked down the hallway. The house is quite spacious, probably as spacious as the main residence built by his father 10 years ago.

Until a white door was seen. Slowly opened, his eyes took a peek, observing the dark room with a red colored light. Room used by photographers to print photos from film cameras.

Several photos were observed, one by one nothing so caught his attention. Until an unhappy white hair photo is stared at, distract him.

He immediately took the photo out of the room, in order to look at it more clearly. A 5-year-old boy who looks like Steven, along with his dozens of brothers and sisters. The blue eyes, the white hair Steven had.

Febria went back into the dark room, staring at each photo. There are several photos of the child with white hair.

The hand of a young man suddenly stretched out on his waist hugged him tightly. "What meda?" his whispers near Febria's ears were smiling.

"Hudson!! You know Steven!?" he snapped, staring intently, clasping at Hudson's hand, which he thought was lying.

"If I knew him, what would I get for information about him?" steven bit the bottom of his own lip.

"Steven, is he a member of your family?" febria asked, the faces of the children and teenagers who reached the dozen people were indeed a little similar to each other. However, only Steven had white hair.

"Yes." a short answer from Steven.

"14 years ago, a..did he disappear to return to your family?" one more question came out of Febria's mouth.

"Right, but the next question I won't answer, unless you show some seriousness in looking for your dear brother," Steven smiled, leaning his body against the dark walls of the room.

Febria clenched her hands, "Where are your other brothers!? You have dozens of people!?"

"I told you to show your earnestness" Steven ate one of his orange pieces.

"I beg you..." Febria was parsing, holding the sleeve of the bathrobe that the young man was wearing.

"Unaffected," Steven smiled mockingly.

Nevermind!! Let's just say I was biting *njin.

The young man rounded his eyes in surprise, slowly two pairs of eyes began to shut. Holding down Febria's nape and waist. Enjoy every touch and twist, a real thumping feeling.

Until, it boils down to the roar of irregular breath of the culprit. "Is it enough to show my sincerity?"

"I'm not asking you to kiss me, but it's sweet." Steven replied with a small laugh.

"So where are your other brothers?" Febria again asked full of earnestness, wanting to know the whereabouts of Steven.

"Most have died, in my family if I want to join or inherit a business, I have to show myself capable. Passing trials, and fighting your own brother..." Steven seemed to calmly answer it, eating the orange back.

Febrian fingers clenched her tears welled up. "Is Steven still alive?"

"I'll answer, but be my secretary,"

Seriate