My Kenzo
Season Four: Sesajen

Bloodstains? Ferrell kneels his own temple, wanting to crush his flirtatious girl to the point of squealing between pain and pleasure, both loosening his head in search of a point of satisfaction. However, once again, his father would be furious if he was caught sleeping with an underage girl.

One more thing, they apologized for Glory rejecting him? Don't they realize he's Ken?

"Bloodstain?" Ira scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, for the first time Ferrell brought a woman into his room. And threatening to his grandfather to fuck him, the grandmother had to check all the corners of the sheets and blankets, looking for blood stains virgin girl.." Vanya's laughter sounded even louder. While her grandson grew irritated, trying to smile forced, stabbing a piece of beef and then eating it.

Budi and Ira glanced at each other speechless. Looking up at the celebrity idol, threatening to fuck Glory?

Until Budi dared himself to ask, "Well, where is Ken? Why hasn't it come down yet?"

Vanya thinned her lips but what was her laughter even sounded firmer."You guys looking for Ken? In this house named Ken only two Kenzo Ferrell's father and..."

"Is Ken Ferrell's younger brother?" Ira interrupted his conversation.

"Ferrell's biological sister was named Febria. And here's your Ken..." Vanya patted his grandson on the shoulder, still laughing nonstop.

"I am Ken!! Why why!? I am the prince of the pesugihan! Something is strange!!" he said sticking a fork in the meat in front of him back to eat.

"Ti.. is not wrong, right?" tanya Budi, found even more strange facts.

"Ferrell never enjoyed his teenage years. He's following an accelerated program from small abroad. A few weeks ago, Ferrell collapsed from overwork. For his physical and psychological good, he is punished for a time repeating the SMU period with Ken's identity." The answer from Vanya's mouth looks calmer, starting to eat the food before him.

"Let's eat!! It's to celebrate my relationship with Glory." Ferrell said, sighing violently and beginning to smile again.

What they do all day? having fun is like living a rich life. Swim in a pool that is quite spacious, watch complete with snacks at home theater, even try to play billiards that actually rules they do not know.

While Ferrell, the young man was just sitting in his study, reading the reports sent about his hospital. He is only the owner, the management is left to the management he composed.

Is that just a Ferrell's asset? Actually no, there are shares in several other companies, as well as franchise businesses that are also not directly supervised by him. From an early age, following his mother who had to take care of his father's company, made him accustomed to looking for business opportunities that did not spend much time.

Until he took a nap for a while, this was his vacation without an operating knife or camera. But slowly after an hour of falling asleep he got up, it was time to meet his flirtatious girl when night had come.

Started cleaning herself, using special effects makeup, styling her hair. Walking looking at the reflection of his face in the mirror."If you want to kiss her, hold yourself. Do it slowly so as not to be caught." he muttered, having a foul intention.

Walking quickly down the stairs looking at Budi and Ira was still joking with her grandparents.

"You guys want to stay here, or I'll drive you home now. I have an appointment with Glory." she smiled.

Budi suddenly came closer to her, his eyes looking closely watching."Really two people are the same" he murmured.

"Of course." replied Ferrell sighing harshly.

"You're here, accompany us first. Later the driver who will take you home," said Damian who had just returned home from work, it was nice that his house was now quite crowded. Reminds himself of his late son who often brings his friends to visit. Good-natured cheerful boy, long-lost pottery artist.

Budi and Ira nodded, quite comfortable at Ferrell's house, getting many photo spots like the son of the sultan.

"Yes, I'm leaving first..." Ferrell walks through the living room occasionally throwing catch his car keys.

"Don't hamili your boyfriend!!" shout Damian.

"No promise!! Who knows I'm khilaf to take her on a honeymoon at the hotel." reply from Ferrell, walking out through the main door.

"The boy..." Damian sighed violently but still smiled. At least Ferrell looks more relaxed at the moment, unlike before, where every second of his life is always in a hurry.

Have girlfriends? It's okay, as long as you don't cross the line. But will Ferrell cross the line before marriage? I don't know, maybe, given his search history list on Google.

How to seduce a woman? Variations in the sensation of pleasure in kissing? Even the young man began to mischievously watch videos 21 years and above. Perhaps imagining her fantasies can fuck, scour and shake the body of her little lover.

A brain that's been completely tainted since falling in love with her flirtatious girl. Can the young man hold back until marriage? Or end up, impregnating underage girls?

***

Ferrell smiled to himself, only a few months away, so Glory was 19 years old. The final exam was also near, a little more restraint. Just a little more, perhaps a trait passed down from his father Kenzo. If it had found the target, a Ferrell would never have let go.

It is difficult to get a woman who fits her personality, face, character, and heart. Therefore, he would quickly take her, throw and lock her in his room. It's a rough language, isn't it? But that was the fact, Peppering his entire body, he had completely gone mad just because of a SMU boy.

Until the pickup truck the merchant knew it was visible. He began to look for a parking lot far enough, an empty house that looks haunted became a place to park his car. His eyes looked around, walking around the house, until he finally found a cempaka plant (cantile) high enough. Trying to grab the flowers, then smelling the scent.

"Uncle, aunt, grandpa, grandma, sister, or brother. I asked for flowers yes, for my girlfriend, pray from nature there so that my relationship will last.." excuse me, when taking flowers in the former house of mass slaughter of one family.

Walking forward with a smile, not afraid? He was often alone in the morgue while doing his medical training duties first. It's nothing yet, just remember to say excuse me for taking it.

Kriet's...

The door of the house that was supposed to be locked suddenly opened itself. Appearing a dark dusty empty house, whatever was in there, other than blood stains on the wall that can not be cleaned, old photos of one family. As well as a small dusty old man-shaped doll. The eyes of a doll that really looks like it can live.

***

Return to the poet, who wants to meet his heart. Now is buying martabak and fruit juice for the prospective in-laws who sell tofu round.

Slowly step closer to the pickup car, carrying a cempaka flower (cantile) complete with stems and leaves. And martabak for the in-laws.

"Uncle," he said bowed with a smile.

"Ken..." Glory who was petrifying her father selling looks wrong. Staring at the little Superman who brought flowers offerings for him.

Seriate