My Kenzo
Season Four: Kenanga And Melati

As promised, just about an hour into their meeting, it's like renting a computer at the cafe."I love you" he said, peeping at his girlfriend's forehead.

"A. I, too," wanted it to feel like Glory was jumping for joy. Both averted his gaze harboring his embarrassment.

The couple, who began walking hand in hand, ended up holding hands towards a pickup parked by the side of the road.

Not willing to feel, wanting to stay together. But getting permission to meet outside of school is good, right? Obtaining the blessing of the father-in-law, only the mother-in-law remains.

Until the pickup was seen, Glory's hand held her tighter."Uncle I kept my word, Glory is back in one piece untouched" Ferrell said.

Except for her lips and forehead.

Hasan let out a rough sigh."At least don't lie, secretly stay overnight, or meet midnight without uncle's permission" the words came out of his mouth. Letting her daughter meet, but under her watch might be better, than meeting her secretly.

The cause? Of course, the more forbidden the younger the more reckless. Not allowed to meet, then will meet secretly, expelled when met, then will run away from home, forced to marry another man, will be expelled, then it will be pregnant out of wedlock so that the girl's parents allow marriage.

"Sorry uncle, a few days ago I went to uncle's house in the middle of the night. But we didn't do anything." Ferrell's reply was full of honesty.

"It's okay, next time don't do it again, meet here or at home when uncle doesn't work." Hasan let out a rough breath.

"Good uncle.." the answer from him smiled, releasing his arm from Glory."I love you, see you tomorrow,"

"Me too..." Glory waved her hand unwillingly.

A pair of young people who were both staring at each other, as if they were not willing to part.

Until Hasan stopped his activities for a moment."What the hell are you guys doing?"

"Color cheek?" tanyakanya. Glory quickly shook her head.

"Kenin?" again, this time his daughter nodded.

Hasan nibbled his own temple."Lips?"

"Dad, don't do that, I'll be embarrassed.." replied the teenager, smiling to himself.

Hasan again sighed, getting off the pick up."Glory, I'm not banning your relationship. But do not be easily exposed to seduction men, now kiss lips, what if he suddenly felt your body. After all, give her your first kiss." Hasan's words stopped, staring at her shaking daughter.

"It wasn't Ken who took my first kiss. But I was entangled in the pesugihan .." The ambiguous answer from him was downcast.

Hasan again scowled his temple, his daughter is typical of people who find it hard to lie. Not to lie but to prefer honesty. I don't know which guy this time."Have you ever been in contact?"

Glory nodded innocently."You'll see I'm dating Ken. So our relationship is dating..."

Hasan took a deep breath trying to be patient, facing his daughter who was critical of one statement."I mean, you're related like a husband and wife, breeding, when an egg is trying to be fertilized to produce a fetus?" the long, long question is as clear as it is.

Glory shook her head."Never more than a kiss of the lips, a feel of the body also never,"

"So besides Ken, who else did you have time to date?" ask her father back.

"Not dating, rather indulgence," the answer from his mouth, took out his phonecell with Ferrell's photo wallpaper, remembering his gratitude. Because Ferrell himself can buy a second android phonecell.

Hasan immediately grabbed her daughter's phonecell, staring at the photo of a famous celebrity on her wallpaper."This is?"

Glory nodded."His name is Ferrell, this phoncell I bought from the first money given by him. In the next few meetings he also gave me money. Everything I put into savings, I have to comply with his request. Otherwise I'll be reported to the police for ransacking his belongings."

"Until I start deciding to stop doing the exercises. Then as a condition, I can stop, she asks for a last kiss. Without me noticing Ferrell put money in my bag," he explained, taking his wallet which only contained several tens of thousands of rupiah, and an ATM card.

"How much?" Hasan let out a rude sigh, for others it might not be easy to believe or respond jokingly. But not with the father, the phoncell he never saw and the ATM card? Her daughter couldn't have had it if it wasn't someone else's gift.

"One million, then after that I don't remember, but I put it all in a red piggy bank in the shape of a rabbit at the corner of the closet. And the last money I put in the time deposit, the remaining 100 million is on the ATM card.." The answer from his daughter was honest.

Hasan suddenly sat on the sidewalk, this is a terrible fact he found."How much money did he give?"

I don't know how many times Hasan sighed, trying to smile at his daughter's pretty face. Rubbing her hair."Glory, the woman should be able to keep her honor, receive free money from men even in exchange for kissing, it's the same as selling self-esteem, too,"

"But since it's already happened, you won't be angry. Use the money for your education expenses not for anything else. After college, work! Think of the money Ferrell gave you as a debt. Give him back the money, okay?" his advice.

Glory nodded, asserting quickly. Too afraid to tell his father, but if telling his mother is always considered a hallucination or a joke. But, it was unexpected that his father who was tanned, skinny-tempered did not get angry, behaved more wisely.

"Never be willing to touch your body for any money! One more thing, don't kiss until Ken proposes to you later. You can meet, kiss your forehead and cheeks is okay, but lips don't!!" emphatically.

"Why?" Glory clenched her forehead, holding the arm of her father's clothes.

"That's always the beginning of intercourse. You feel it, right? Your body is agitated like a hot worm." Hasan's reply stared cynically.

"Don't look at me like that, talk about that. I will be ashamed." answered his daughter, making Hasan shake his head. His eyes slightly glanced at the flowers of the cempaka (cantile) that his daughter was carrying.

"Ken's gift?" tanyakanya.

Glory nodded."He comes from a simple family like us. No money to buy roses,"

"It's okay, the important thing is that he's a good and responsible person." said Hasan smiling, recalling his youth, who had secretly sneaked into Kamila's room, give her any flowers she can find on the way.

A kiss? Of course, they hugged and kissed on the lips, even though they were not related before the wedding. It was quite difficult to hold back at that time, like an addiction to his lips, there were even times when Hasan was almost in touch with Kamila out of wedlock. Thank goodness he soon realized.

Hasan did not allow his daughter to kiss her lips again. Letting Ken meet under his watch, not wanting the pair of unstable brats to do more recklessly.

"Other times may be the forthcoming keepsake or jasmine flowers." his lips stared at the cempaka (cantile) flowers that his daughter kept sniffing.

***

Unaware the young doctor was currently walking closer to the old house. Staring there were a few more flower plants there, jasmine and ylang.

"Tomorrow I'll park here again." he smiled, walking back in his car.

Slowly the car engine back in his head, staring into the rearview mirror inside the car. A small human-shaped doll is seen in the rear passenger seat."Who put it down?" muttered.

Ferrell gave a rough sigh taking the flashlight, then, out of his car. The baby-sized girl-shaped doll he grabbed.

The flashlight was on the door of the house that was slightly open. Walked near...

Kriet's...

The door was open, the dusty room was visible, all the stuff was still there. There was blood on the wall as well. The doll was placed in the corner of the room near a large glass cabinet.

"I heard here the former site of the massacre of one family. Since all the family members are gone, there is definitely no one to pray for you,"

"Therefore, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, aunt, brother, or brother. I'll be here a lot, I can only pray that God will put you quietly by His side,"

"Don't be sad because of your death, because no one knows the age of man. I'm a doctor so I see death often. Even crying over a patient I don't know, a patient I can't save on the operating table,"

"You should not be feared, but should be prayed for. May God put you in the best place" he said, closing his eyes for a moment, in front of an empty living room, still complete with a lot of dusty furniture.

Slowly Ferrell stares at the photo with a family. Then put it back down, stepped out of the house through the main door."I went home." he said shut the door.

Rewind his car, then drive his car away, leaving the old house empty.

The door that had been closed again opened by itself, a little girl doll was still there, in the corner of the room with beautiful eyes that seemed to be alive.

A place that should be feared by everyone, often used as a place for paranormal video content or guts. However, they are not aware or compassionate to the owners and residents of the house.

Do ghosts exist or not? I do not know, but certainly wherever those who have died, by His side, in heaven or hell, even if still in this world. They will be happy with a prayer for those who are gone...

Seriate