My Kenzo
Season Four: Consequences of Assignment

The breath of each other."Ferrell stopped.." he asked as the young man kissed his neck, removing three buttons from his shirt.

The young man looked at the girl who began to shed her tears."My dad says kissing just isn't okay. The first night should be given to my husband." he sobbed.

Ferrell smiled, then made her sit on the bed, hugging her tightly. Still the same cute, sweet and innocent girl."If I promise to marry you, can I do it?" tanyakanya.

Glory quickly shook his head."Still can't. We don't love each other..."

"Try to explain why you can't love me?" ask her in the same position sitting on the bed, hugging the girl tightly.

"You're a rich playboy, with a high social status. Either there will be how many actors, as well as families who will oppose. Besides I'd prefer Ken, even though he had an affair with Lily, I miss him.." he said still crying, making the young man even more anxious.

"If I wasn't a playboy, not from the top, would you like me?" tanyanya smiled.

"No, I don't want to take the perverse path of being a playgirl. I like you, I like Ken too, so don't flirt, come near me again!!" the honest answer so innocently showed a bad side of her, but it was still crying.

"So you like me too?" ferrell asked thinning his lips to hold back his laughter.

"That's not the point, the point is I don't want to be a playgirl! Nor does it want to have a rich family life that is difficult later.." so sweet answers from him tear up.

It's like Ferrell's laughing, this is the girl he loves, it's like this isn't it? A sweet girl who just wants a simple lifestyle, just learned to be naughty, loves her in two different figures.

Slowly the embrace loosened him, the tears of the girl who did not return her embrace were wiped away. One by one the buttons of the shirt that had been previously opened by him were re-worn."Then what about your matchmaking?"

"That's my mother's wish, I'll reject it. If I can't resist, I'll try to follow him. Ken doesn't like me anymore, so." his words were cut off.

"Ken doesn't like you, then what about me." whispered a smile.

"You're the same, I want to go home" he said, rising up, walking a few steps. Ferrell was back on his way.

"Later tonight I'll drive you home, even meet you with Ken for the last time. But not free, there are conditions.." the young man smiled, slightly bowed, whispering in his ear.

"Last time?" his tan looked towards Ferrell."Did Ken have an accident or have a terminal illness?"

Ferrell nodded, stroking the teenager's cheek."His life depends on me, if I want him dead then he will die. If I want him alive, then he'll live..."

"You're sealing her? Or is he your patient?" he asked, with trembling hands.

"You could say both, Ken was sick, very bad. Accompany me to sleep, and I will heal him." answered Ferrell.

Ken is mentally ill, because you disappeared a few days by sending the last message, wanting to break up.

Glory quickly shook his head."I have to work, I don't want to." his words stopped. Ferrell, forcibly lifting his body. Putting her on the bed, clutching her body tightly.

"I just want to sleep, some days I can't sleep. Worrying that mine will be taken by someone else," he closed his eyes tightly hugging Glory's body.

"So really just sleeping? That's the only condition you won't hurt Ken?" glory asked in fear, until a subtle snoring sound could be heard, from Ferrell."She's really sleeping..."

The smiling face of the young man, after these few days of not sleeping enough. Finally his nutritional intake was fulfilled, although not completely satisfied, but now the girl is in his room.

Promise to drive home? This house, more precisely the room is Glory's house from now on. To meet Ken? Isn't Ken here right now?

Shooting a teenager, that's what he's gonna do. Not allowing him to leave again, except when the ring has been embedded in his ring finger.

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A few hours had passed, the day began to afternoon. Glory, who was waiting for the young man to wake up, accidentally fell asleep in her arms.

His face was returned by him. Now Ken's figure is visible, wearing Ferrell's clothes."Glory woke up.." he said peeking, cheek until it empties into his lips.

The young man nodded."Now tell me why you want to break our relationship?"

Glory began to sit on her bed then lowered her head, clutching her own clothes."You like Lily, right? You guys hugged in the back of the school. Sorry, I have no plans to refuse an arranged marriage from my mother. But you and Lily you guys are always together, so it's only natural." her words were cut off.

Ferrell clasped his fingers and smiled."I don't like Lily, I just want to encourage her and her sister to be operated on."

"But the hug problem behind the school?" tanya Glory looked into her lover's eyes.

"I'm the doctor who handled the surgery, so it's only natural that..." Ferrell paused for a moment, biting at the bottom of his lips feeling wrong.

"Doctor?" glory asked to confirm his hearing.

"We're getting married sooner or later. So you should know about this. Ken and Ferrell are the same person..." Ferrell showed me his identity card. Grabbing a wet tissue take off her glasses and a little makeup.

Glory will be happy with this, will be his wife? Who wouldn't want to be Ferrell's future wife.

Yet...

"I want to go home!! I'm getting married to my mother's chosen soul mate" a decision the teenager took suddenly, pulling her hand from Ferrell's.

"Ke .. why should you be happy we will" his words were cut off.

The girl is crying again."I want to go home, I don't want to be here anymore" he said, starting to get up, walking towards the door. Unfortunately, the door is still locked.

"I want to go home!" his shout, between fear and shame, had already been so much toyed with.

Ferrell's nibbling his own temple."What will you do when you get home?"

"Mother, I will listen to all my mother's advice. You are not a good person." answers from him, afraid of being harassed and feeling played with. Kissing with her using Ferrell's figure. On the other hand, pretend to be Ken's figure to snatch his heart.

Not having any self-esteem, I don't know what this young man wants. Sometimes sweet to him, sometimes forced.

Ferrell began to rise, lifting Glory's body back up on the bed, not caring for her who was back to thrash."You don't understand? I'm like this because I love you. Don't even think about going back to your mother's chosen candidate." he said.

"But.." Glory's words interrupted.

"You've been entangled in a prank, lapsed into it. Then you must dare to accept the consequences, live a lifetime of benefits, even to death will remain tied to me. I promise after marriage there will be no coins or golden scales on the bed, but direct jewelry, or many print images of Benjamin Franklin's face," Glory's body was placed on the bed.

"I don't want money. I want to go home" he said, starting to rise. However, Ferrell's long legs moved faster. Get out, then re-lock the door of his room from the outside.

"Ken! I mean Ferrell, I want out, this includes captivity! There will be a law for this!" he knocked on the door from inside.

"I'm not gonna let you out! Unless you forgive me! Accepting my feelings" he said from outside the room.

"Please open the door, my mother will be here to save me! Throwing the pancake into your head," Glory's voice still sounded.

"Dare to follow the pesugihan, means also dare to bear the risk! I'll propose to you, don't worry! I'll bring some good food to the room!" Ferrell followed up shouting, bordered the closed door arguing with Glory.

Vanya looked at her grandson who was still fighting, keeping the girl from running away from him again. I don't know where his granddaughter is cool, cold and untouchable. This time it really looks like a kid.

Until Vanya walks near him."Ferrell has someone who wants to see you. He's talking to your grandfather right now. Said you were dating her daughter..."

Ferrell paused for a moment with a pale face, did Hasan quickly pick his daughter up here? He had not even had time to win Glory's heart. Giving flowers 7 forms, burning incense, preparing offerings...

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