My Kenzo
Cake Cup

"Em.." That's just the young man's impolite response. His eyes were only fixed on the cup cake belonging to Amel that did not run out.

Um? This insane person, could not see the beautiful scenery before him. Patience Frans.patient.it's a sign of this crazy Imposter faithful man. Still has a commendable nature behind his abominations. How to heat up Amel while Kenzo himself is indifferent.

"Kenzo can you accompany my daughter to dance, she's the birthday of the day. Unfortunately I don't have a partner" she told Kenzo. But the young man looked indifferent, as if he had not heard at all.

Aika clenched her forehead, a smile was on her lips, "My name is Aika, sorry.." The girl slightly bowed whispering to Kenzo. I don't know what he said, but the originally awkward situation, changed.

The young man's gaze shifted, staring at Aika with a smile, "My name is Kenzo, want to dance with me?" Kenzo even knelt down, stretched out his hand.

Aika smiled welcoming him, walking the two shaking hands, making the couple the most noticed. The classical music tempo is accelerating. Similar foot and hand movements, Waltz dances, which bring their bodies closer together.

A truly mastered movement. Cuddle each other, push, spin gracefully. The couple who really took the center stage.

Frans clenched his forehead glancing towards Amel. While deliberately speaking loudly to Hiasi, "Kenzo and Aika look suitable,"

"Yes, I wish they'd get to know you better..." Hii smiled, unceasingly staring at the couple who were dancing gracefully.

Let's be jealous Frans muttered in his heart.

Tang...

Sure enough the beautiful cup cake she ate was carefully pricked by him. His face looked irritated, a completely piercing cold aura was all around him. Cup cake is eaten in one mouthful.

Nice one!! Pour him!! Claw him... Frans who had been waiting for the fight Amel and Aika seemed excited to see Amel rise.

In his shadow, the emotional Amel, will fight with Aika, until finally clearly confessing his feelings for Kenzo.

But is that really what happened? Cold sweat runs through Frans temple. His hands were trembling, caught in his own game.

"You wanna dance with me?" Amel knelt down, just like Kenzo did before. His hands out in front of Frans.

Mucus!! I'll be beheaded.it's bad in my heart, it's like to refuse. However, refusing would humiliate Amel. If it receives, then the knife for slaughter is being sharpened.

"A. I can't dance," the reason.

Amel looked down, looking disappointed. Probably because it can't get close to Kenzo's whereabouts. Didn't accept the young man being close to another woman.

A different strange feeling, he was unable to control himself. A deeper, more entrenched feeling, like paralyzing his common sense.

Perhaps the difference between plants is not preserved, not watered, withered die slowly, as in the past in Gilang who prefer Marina or Keyla.

However, whether intentionally or not, this one year Kenzo made himself deeply entrenched in Amel's heart. Arguing, flirting, and laughing with her. A feeling that Amel was still afraid to welcome, but did not want to lose him.

Frans sighed harshly, not having the heart to stare at the girl down. With trembling hands welcomed Amel's fingers.

His eyes glanced at Kenzo. The young man who was still concentrating on his movements, was unaware of everything.

I'm going to die.I'm going to die. Frans paws in fear praying he'll be fine.

Good at dancing? No, Amel's movements are really stiff. Stomp Frans' feet several times.

"Sorry..."

"Sorry..."

"Sorry..."

No matter how many times the spell was uttered Amel, Frans could only endure the pain in his leg. Until, the coldness roared him, his eyes looked and sure enough his survival instinct was too sharp.

Kenzo was still moving in his dance, staring at Frans who was dancing with Amel as if he could swallow the man round and round.

"I will be killed." Frans said in a small voice.

Meanwhile, Amel who was not concentrating, noticed Kenzo from afar stepping on her own dress. Falling on the floor. Some glanced at him and sneered, while Frans was about to make him rise up.

However, Kenzo's movements stopped walking quickly leaving Aika. Approaching Amel who was sitting down fell on the floor, the flowing tears shattered his appearance.

Frans' movement to help Amel rise to a standstill, staring at Kenzo approaching the girl.

"Come with me." she said kneeling to Amel still down on the floor, crying from being too embarrassed.

"Old..." Kenzo grabbed his fingers, getting cheers from the people who were there. It was like being amazed by that couple.

Kenzo smiled, slowing down the tempo of his movements. Clutching Amel's body, teaching him slowly.

"I'm starting to get..." Amel smiled, with mascara melumber.

Kenzo nodded, "Stay follow me slowly." he said.

Music that has indeed begun to enter a slow tempo makes them move freely. A smile rang on Kenzo's lips, unceasingly staring at Amel's face covered in mascara, loving him for who he was. Good or bad. Not caring for the scorn of people is only his happiness at this time.

The face of the girl who was only a few centimeters away from her face.

Frans smiled, pulled over, took a drink watching some couples still dance to the tempo of slow music.

Not a lover yet? It's okay, he's not worried anymore. His reason? Amel began to love Kenzo, so desperate to do anything, a feeling of love so deep.

Kenzo has found a home for him to come home to...

Frans' cell phone suddenly rang, with the code number of another country. A sign of an international call, the man let out a rude sigh. Walking out the ballroom picked up his phone, using earphones.

"Sorry who?" tanyakanya.

"French? It's me Gilang, can I talk to brother?" say someone from across there.

"No, don't call him anymore! Do you still remember? One year ago Kenzo almost died getting shot for saving your life!! He loves you more than his own life!! Stop trying to make her life, if you really want to remember her bud" Frans raised her tone.

The sound of breaths rang out, "Is Brother Kenzo okay?"

"Yes, he's lived better ..." Frans slightly glanced towards the ballroom, staring at Kenzo still smiling, teaching Amel to dance Waltz little by little. The young man's feet even got stepped on several times.

"Thank God..." Gilang smiled with relief, considering that he had not been able to contact Kenzo for a year after the shooting. Finding her brother's whereabouts and contact number was difficult.

"If there's nothing to talk about anymore, I hang up..." Frans is about to end the call.

"Wait on!! I know this is embarrassing. But Tomy (cousin Gilang's brother, from his uncle Adrian who used to live separately), says your network of informants abroad is more than his. Can help me find someone." he said hesitantly.

"Who?" Frans knitted his forehead.

"Look, I've ended my relationship with Keyla. The thing is, the woman I really like disappears. It was hard to find any trace of him," Gilang sighed.

"So the paid lady bought one free one, broke up with you?" a mocking laugh rang out from Frans' mouth, a few minutes, for a moment her laughter stopped, "Which cheap woman do you like now!?"

Gilang's patience was really tested when talking to Frans. Relented? Not wanting to argue is what he does.

"Had, I'd just sent her a picture." words heard from the earphone in Frans' ear.

A message came in, the smile on Frans face slowly faded, staring at the photo of a familiar person.

"His name is Amel Anggraini, the father (Leon) has sent people to find his address. But there was no result until now. If you can't, may I ask Kenzo for help?" tanyakanya.

"Ja... don't!! A. I'll look for him. Don't ever talk about it in front of Kenzo..." Frans turns off the call, stares at the still-fat photo of Amel, eating bread with Gilang.

Concealing? That's what Frans would do, hoping Kenzo would never know. Or sacrifice again for his sister. Perhaps the elder brother would give in, pushing Amel to his sister's side.

His hands were trembling, staring at the smile on Kenzo's face at the moment, looking happy despite doing the simple thing with Amel. Never smiled so brightly. Wish forever it would be like this...

Will that smile still hold? Or prefer to be a foam that disappears? Sacrificing himself for the happiness of those he loves?

I don't know, Frans just wanted the Antagonist to end up living quietly. Build a small family, not slumped in pain anymore...

Seriate