My Kenzo
Season Three: Princess

Fear of course, Doom is dead, that's for sure right now. His heart was beating fast, but not from falling in love, but rather from fear. The place was being searched, people were found shot dead, even servants or drivers. Blood was everywhere he let out cold sweat, even feeling nauseous.

Until, the door of the changing wardrobe near the swimming pool was opened. A man pointed a gun at her.

"Boss, looks like I found the jackpot! Doom's girlfriend is here." said a man who looked younger than her.

Having something must have consequences, being a mistress, will one day be known to the legitimate wife. It was not terrible for Fransisca, with little risk.

But being the lover of a mafia boss? He only found out how terrible it was when he suffered a defeat. The money he got seemed meaningless.

Fransisca's long hair was pulled. The woman just cried, "I don't know anything please let me go .." she said softly, Doom's corpse glimpsed still floating on the red pool water.

"Beautiful, her body is also good. If you want to wear it here first. In order to be seen by the corpse of the k*parat, do not forget to scratch his face, just throw it to a far away place.." orders the Dragon group officials, walking away about to leave the villa.

And sure enough, his hands were tied, no matter how many people enjoyed his body. Throw their seeds on it. Totally disgusting.

"Let's scream!! Make us even more excited to satisfy the lover of a Doom!!" said one of them smiling.

Not in bed, but on a cold tile near the pool. An insult, really an insult. His lips could not stop raving, groaning, but also shouting fatigue no one cared. They just closed their eyes, loosening their heads, thinking of their own satisfaction.

Worse than the comfort women? That's how he feels. Until it fell limp, its consciousness disappeared.

He woke up near the forest area, with blood running down his cheeks, his face scratched by no one. Pain and pain, that's how he feels. His body was wrapped in a big shirt. The first thing done? Of course, walking back to the villa, taking his belongings, credit card given Steven, money given Doom, as well as his jewelry.

The villa? Maybe the villa that Doom gave him was for sale. If only the bodies had been eliminated.

A few hours walk away, the luxury villa looks back. It had been charred without any remains, only ashes and charcoal were there. Surely the Dragon group did not want to leave a single trace of their deeds.

Fransisca's feet were limp, kneeling in tears staring at her who had nothing left. Had he stayed loyal and not killed Steven, none of this would have happened.

However, regret is also meaningless...

***

One year later...

Cleaning service a mall is his job at the moment. He was lucky enough, his SMU friend was willing to hire him.

Removing his sweat trying to survive. Unlike the life that used to be when the lover of Doom, want anything just point. Everyone is attracted to her because of her beauty.

But now that his skin was dull without treatment for tens of millions, two large scratches on his cheek were also visible. Her fine hair, now only rough hair shampooing with cheap shampoo. Who would have thought he was a Franciscan.

Until a familiar voice is heard, "Mama!!" aqila shouted, carrying a paper bag containing 3 cans of fizzy drinks.

Fransisca's tears are flowing, the only member of her family still remembers her? However, the smile faded as the child ran towards Yessi pushing the pram, with a slightly full body, possibly postpartum.

"This is for mom and sister" he said, offering two cans of soft drinks.

"It's mama's welcome, but this one can't, your sister just drinks milk," Yessi chuckled at her adorable daughter.

The little girl stepped up, pulling the edge of Fransisca's clothes down, shedding her tears.

"It's for aunty.." she said, her eyes looking carefully at the woman's face, "Auntie looks like my mama, not my mama there, but my other mama,"

"Auntie don't take it personally? Although similar, my mama is more beautiful." she continued smiling.

Only her daughter remembers her. No one else, beauty? Maybe that was the only advantage of the mother that was seen by her daughter. A child he never loved sincerely.

"Your mama must be more beautiful." she said aligning her height with Aqila, hugging her body tightly. She began to shed her tears, the only person who still remembered and loved her.

Meanwhile, Yessi smiled, looking at everything from afar. At first he did not recognize Fransisca, but watched closely the person who hugged the princess.

Afraid that Fransisca will again hurt Aqila? No, from a different look in the eye, it has been seen. The woman was a mother, not an arrogant and haughty artist anymore.

"Don't cry." said Aqila hesitantly, replying to the embrace of an aunt who was no stranger to her. Feeling a strange sense of comfort, a feeling of unfamiliarity to her mother's arms for the first time.

Until a drop of her tears flowed, she began to realize it, "Mama!!" his yell.

The mama? This child still loves him, however he used to reject his affection. Be grateful? Of course, he was bowed and sobbed speechless. The feeling of love from a man who worships satisfaction, it turns out there is nothing with the feeling of love of his daughter.

Yessi sighed harshly, walking up to them by pushing her baby carriage.

"Fransisca.." call him.

Fransisca bowed down, let go of her embrace, averted her gaze, maintained her last self-esteem.

"I'm sorry." said Yessi.

Yessi didn't insult her but apologized? He can only be stunned in silence, able to stare at a reflection of himself at this moment. How bad he is...

"Whatever I ask Aqila to forget you, she still remembers you. I'm sorry, I was thinking about separating you. Just to vilify yourself in front of him, I hope he won't complain.." Yessi chuckles, rubs the princess' hair.

Stupid right? Why is he apologizing? Fransisca's hands were trembling, her tears were flowing incessantly."Sorry.." finally the word was spoken in his tears.

Seizing Zen, ignoring Aqila, even denigrating Zen. How many more mistakes, it's just a cover of the title of the tome, a list of his sins.

"Sorry, it won't make up for everything. But can you let me meet Aqila? Once a week is okay too. This is no reason to approach Zen.me.." the words holding back his embarrassment came to a halt.

Yessi nodded, "You are also her mother. I have no right to separate you, neither does Zen. Twice a week, I'll bring him here to play in the children's area,"

"Every Saturday you can take him, stay overnight if he wants. There are a few things to keep in mind if you want to take him to stay. Her hair should be combed before going to bed, accompany her to brush her teeth, Aqila did not dare to go to the bathroom alone, while defecating, she often experienced constipation, during her sleep..." yessi's words were cut off.

"Please write down the list, my brain capacity is not fit to remember it." said Fransisca stunned. But it is not denied, he is grateful that his daughter is nurtured by a good mother.

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