My Kenzo
Season Three: Dear Dad

As usual, the secretary who had married his boss was. Opening his eyes, he looked at Steven who was not wearing a thread, hugging him tightly, wrapped only in a blanket. Like not getting up on a cold morning.

Unlike other newlywed couples, who take advantage of every opportunity to get in touch. They only do it twice at most, weird right? But that's okay, it doesn't matter. This young man really loved, made him comfortable and paying attention to him that was all that mattered.

"Let's take a shower..." Steven smiled, opening his eyes.

"Em," the awakened Febria first returned her smile, nodding.

The sound of the rush of the air shower was heard, interspersed with the laughter of a couple who played water in the room with dewy glass. Vaguely the shadow of the couple kissing is visible.

"I love you.." The wet body that was both wearing nothing, revealed its smile. Steven clasped his wife's waist one more hand holding her nape. Just a kiss, but the atmosphere was warm, their tongues were playful. Even keep greeting each other out of the mouth, back to deepen the kiss.

It's really beautiful for him. Not that he did not want to, but the workload made him not to be too tired. Or his life would end, without even looking at his children and Febria. Taking supplements can also hasten his death.

The thing he can do now? Hold back his desire, until there is someone who has a match as a donor. Waiting patiently, even though he ended up parting ways with Febria without even getting a donor, he was already quite happy. Feel the happiness, this is with him.

"As Eden said, I am a white snake demon. If I do, maybe my age will be longer." said the young man in white with brown hair and blue eyes. Smiling at Febria.

"So I'm a human being seduced by demons?" tanyanya laughs. Take a shower, playing with water.

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Fransisca did the same thing, having just woken up from her sleep in a not so big house. Opening his eyes heard the cry of a five-year-old.

"Zen!! Stop your son's crying!!" she screamed at her husband.

A tall man is preparing breakfast for his daughter. Walking closer to Aqila the daughter results from her extramarital relationship with Fransisca.

They were married, but when Aqila was in the womb of Francisca. Zen himself worked as an assistant artist after his company went bankrupt.

Working for my own wife? That's right what he did. Sometimes his pride as a man seemed to be trampled but all the thoughts were dismissed. For this reason it was for the sake of Aqila, for her daughter to have complete parents.

Fransisca married, without reporting to the media, about five years ago. At that time Zen's business was in a slump, Fransisca, who did not know about the state of Zen's company, wanted to ensnare Zen by containing his son. But at the age of the womb which stepped on the 5th month, Zen's company was declared bankrupt.

Abort her child? Zen won't allow it. Until Fransisca asked for all the remaining Zen treasures as a requirement for marriage, and did not hurt the fetus in the womb.

The young man was willing to give the rest of his property. Only so that his son in the womb Fransisca can survive. Married without the smell of the media is also a requirement of Fransisca, given her career as an adult film star, making an album with the sound of her fales, actually what remains of Fransisca's career is only a sloping news, often a savings producer and married businessman.

"Zen!!" shouted Fransisca, who had just woken up perfectly. Zen had just brushed his daughter's hair.

"What?" tanyanya ran, then stood on the doorstep of the room.

"After this, clear my schedule. I want treatment, then this afternoon to see Steven." he replied, choosing clothes for the afternoon throw him origin, want to meet his dear girlfriend, the person who gave him a black card.

"Steven!? Can't! You are my wife, we are." said Zen to a halt.

The woman slapped quite tightly this time. Zen clenched his hand, restraining his anger. His cheeks felt numb, just numb, not worth his pride that had been trampled.

A smile was seen on Fransisca's face, "Where do you think you and your child have been eating!? From money!! You can give me what? Look Steven, just once the meeting has given me a black card!! Basic man is useless." he sneered, back to choosing clothes.

Zen was down, about to step away, driving his daughter to kindergarten school. But only three steps, just three steps.

"Zen make me breakfast, poch egg and fruit salt, also prepare warm water in the bathtub. Everything should be ready in 15 minutes, I'll be leaving soon." he said while playing his smart phoncell, after removing the entire contents of the wardrobe found the appropriate clothes.

"I have to drive Aqila! He's almost late!" Zen raised his tone, furious, completely furious.

"I paid for Aqila's school fees, not you or the child himself! So he's late or whatever, obviously I'm hungry now..." Fransisca stared cynically, refocusing on her gadget.

Prangs...

An urn was slammed by Zen, "I can't stand it anymore! You don't even care about your son anymore!! And school fees!? I work for my wife without a salary. Accompany you on set from morning to night! I've been looking for a job, but you said follow you instead of being a low-paying employee!!"

"I'm tired!! Let's get divorced, don't worry Aqila won't trouble your life!! Because he'll come with me." he continued.

"Good! Leave this house, with that bad boy! Anyway, soon Steven and I are getting married, we're gonna have kids of our own. And one more thing, don't ever tell the media or tell Steven, you were my husband, or I'll take custody of Aqila," Fransisca refused to move as if she was still playing her gadget.

"I'm going! But remember this, for 6 years knowing you I never loved you. If it wasn't for me getting drunk and impregnating you, I wouldn't have broken up with my lover and ended up marrying you materialistic." she said, taking her suitcase, putting all her clothes in the suitcase.

"You know? That night, not only were you drunk, but I also put the medicine in your drink. But who would have thought that after I got pregnant with that damn kid your company went bankrupt!? Loser.." - Fransisca smiled, entering the bathroom was about to clean herself.

"It turns out this is just a trap." he murmured, with tears flowing. The trap that Aqila was presenting in her life, that was enough for her. Not sorry to have been entangled, because he now has a daughter he loves.

"Papa .." The little girl cried seeing everything from the open door.

"Dry!" his orders smiled at his beautiful little daughter, "We moved on, yes, stay alone. Papa's gonna find a job so you can go to school,"

Aqila nodded hugging her father's body. The boy cried sobbing, since he was born only his father took care of him. Even he was given formula milk by his father because the mother was reluctant to breastfeed him.

It doesn't matter to him, Mother who never thought it existed. Has hurt the heart of the father who loves him,"Aqila dear papa, will not be naughty.." he said afraid if you have to stay with the mother.

"Papa too." said Zen walking by, making his daughter's body want to pack things in Aqila's room.

Zen clenched his hands, raising his daughter alone without a woman who could not appreciate him. Learning to love his wife? He has done so, but many times Fransisca has kept their relationship a secret, bringing other men home without guilt.

Introducing Zen as his assistant, who is only a one-child widower. Whether what kind of wife he married, one he realized now, maintaining marriage is a bad thing will not be good for the psychological condition of Aqila who almost every day saw her mother bring another man home.

His daughter's forehead was frowned upon, stroking her hair. Walking together carrying two suitcases left the house they had occupied for five years.

Seriate