My Kenzo

My Kenzo
Season Four: Admiring Each Other


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A young man was washing dishes, cleaning dirty cookware. This was supposed to be Glory's job, but the girl could not be reached.


Can't break it yet? Gin realized that, his working hours were over. However, he now shut down Glory's work, considering that Glory had already taken the job as a delivery work (call worker). This becomes his responsibility.


The young man had just packed his things in the locker at 11pm, stretching his stiff muscles. Slowly walk, past the front office area of the hotel where he now works, towards the underground parking lot.


The sobbing of a faintly audible voice slowly approached him, looking for the source of the voice. Afraid? Of course considering today's Friday night Kliwon. Is that not human? I don't know, but certainly the sound of the sobbing is getting clearer.


His mouth reads prayer according to religion and belief. This is really creepy, gossip about the land area of the hotel is a former hospital in the Dutch era remembered in his mind suddenly. Approaching a dark empty corner with minimal lighting.


Holding his camera phone with trembling hands, preparing to record the appearance of astral beings. Not bad, to create content increases the number of subscribers to his YouTube account.


But it's really real getting creepy. What harm will he get? I don't know...


Until the figure looks down with his long hair."Gin.." call her to hold him tightly with tears.


Gin clenched his forehead, not the content or woe he got. But the windfall is hard to resist, so just enjoy it.


"Why question again?" ask Grace, stroking her back slowly. Retaliating embrace.


"Gin. one of the women Tio had slept with was pregnant," Grace still sobbed, in a bad emotional state. Can't forget it? 6 Years is not a short time. Missed him when the snow fell in the country where he studied, just think about it. But now...


Gin sighed harshly."Take it easy, let's talk slow, shall we?" said smile.


***


Grace's car is where they're talking right now. The woman who was still closing her eyes, leaned her back on the driver's seat, with Gin sitting next to her.


"You know about Grisella?" gin asked, trying to keep smiling.


Grace nodded, still closing her eyes, removing her tiredness."Maybe because it was too drunk, Tio forgot about the hotel I was working at. I saw it for myself they were kissing in the parking lot in an equally half-conscious state,"


Gin laughed softly."Grisella is my ex-boyfriend. I fucked once before..."


The woman immediately opened her eyes, hoping that what was on her mind wasn't right."Is that your son?"


Gin shakes."We split up a few months ago. She was the first woman I slept with, even though I wasn't the first. But stupidly whether pregnant or not, when she's old enough I'll take responsibility, that's my promise then,"


"There are some promises that must be broken. Maybe when his heart started to change to like Tio," he continued sighing.


"Have you forgotten about it?" asked Grace looking at Gin bowed, shaking her head.


"She once filled my heart. So despite entering the trash in my heart he still exists as a life learning and bitter experience. There is a certain way to forget the ex." he said stunned for a moment.


"What?" grace asked enthusiastically.


"Hit your head with a stone and suffer from amnesia. If it's not a concussion, facing him, then all your memories have been lost.." The answer from him, quickly upset Grace hit Gin's head using a tissue box."I'm just kidding!!"


"B*jinggan.." he growled in the other direction.


Gin sighed harshly."Still love him, however hate him. We can only pretend not to see when we meet, or greet him with a mask as if he only had the feeling of being a friend. That's ex..."


Grace turned to him, looking at him deeply."Is the delivery work clerk in the kitchen your girlfriend?" tanyanya is not willing.


"As a result, satisfying.I don't have to be awkward saying the money I have is not enough to get into the cafe. He prefers roadside meatballs. Like my mother who is good at bargaining, loyal and does not look at possessions. One other advantage. He's funny.." he continued smiling, sighing harshly.


"You like each other, then why are you sighing?" tanyanya stared at the irregularities.


"He's loyal to his girlfriend, not to me. Now I know exactly how Datuk Maringgih feels, when Siti Nurbaya doesn't love her.." she replied clenching her hands, sighing many times.


"You love her?" Grace stared suspiciously, looking at Gin's movements that only looked disappointed without any hurt feelings.


Gin quickly shook his head, a moment later nodded."The words of my mother and aunt have a point, as long as it is good, beautiful and the character is good. Love will grow over time. Now love or not is not important. Like shopping for high-quality cheap products on the market, we have to be quick before others scramble to pick them up,"


Grace is nibbling her own temple."Try you think, if you are scrambling to buy quality cheap products without adjusting to the size of your clothes first. Taking him home happily, after being worn turns out to be a narrowness..."


"The clothes will be useless once you have them. It will be a display in the closet. But if you choose it slowly matches its size with your heart, even if a medium-quality cheap product will look good on your body," he continued.


"Why did you suddenly say that? You likeme? Of jealousy? Don't want my relationship to work?" tanya Gin chuckled, joking.


Grace clenched her hand, but this young man was indeed as if he really wanted to be. The actor? Cheap lady? I don't know, he doesn't care anymore...


"I like you, don't reject me." she closed her eyes, wanting to feel the young man's lips before her.


The young man slowly closed his eyes, enjoying everything...


It may be true, if the windfall is not going where.


***


Elsewhere, Glory began to act calmer. Maybe the words from Vanya are true. Glory was just an ordinary teenager, different from her and her older brothers.


A unstable teenager who easily fears, easily feels hurt. The harder he faced, the more stubborn he would also be.


However, after his heart melted, everything returned as before. Really adorable cute girl. A pair of teenagers in the same bed stared at each other.


"You're too handsome, how many actors will you have? In what year of marriage will I be divorced?" tanya Glory looked into Ferrell's eyes.


Ferrell shook his head."As long as you love me and remain faithful, how many actors will be lulled by my mother, when not wary they will be eaten away by her." she replied with a small laugh.


"Is your mother horrible?" Glory asked again, like a trembling white rabbit, about to come face to face with a terrible predator.


The scene of the in-laws from the upper class in the FTV drama was imagined by him. Vile in-laws, bringing an actor from a rich family to get rid of his poor son-in-law. Making misunderstandings, a husband who starts to change, having an affair with an actor.


Stay the wife who carries a suitcase in the rain, leaving a luxurious house. Then the song began to sound, accompanying her tears...'I cried imagining...'


Such was the imagination of a Glory about a rich family.


Ferrell shook his head."He's a hero, but he's also a vile criminal." he replied ambiguously.


The couple who were clutching each other were unaware of what was happening on the first floor. It was really a commotion at Damian's residence, when he received a phone call all his family members would go home.


The servants cleaned the entire room, even the equipment for the baby. Calling the family doctor, to remove more eating utensils.


A lonely old age after the departure of their only son? No, it's too crowded, happy old days for old couples. Forgetting for a moment a virgin girl was on their granddaughter's bed. Will there be bloodshed or not? I don't know, but certainly there will be no coins or golden scales scattered. Because now it's easier, there are credit cards and ATMs, that's the prince of pesugihan who follows the development of the era.


Seriate