My Kenzo
Canary Fruit

"Si.. who are you! I warn you, I.." His words stopped.

The young man looked at him sharply, crouching still holding a golf club in his hand,"Have you heard Kenzo's name?" tanyakanya.

Somehow, how many people he paid. The man was now curled up, with his hands and feet bound, his arms, back and even his stomach bruised naked without a thread.

"Ke... Kenzo, I'm sorry!! I never offended you." His hands were trembling at this time, vile people who were always hiding, moving from country to country. That's Kenzo, the owner of W&G Company, the name he knew, but the new look he first encountered.

"Never!?" Kenzo patted the cheek of a young man with a ripe brown skin, using the tip of his golf club."I heard you spit on my girlfriend's face?"

"A. I've never." she said in fear.

"Offer a car and a dress to sleep a night or two with him," the young man, hands down, returned the golf club to his hired man. Now the vile young man carrying a rattan, intent on spilling his emotions, actually hit using his power this time.

"I don't dare.a. I don't even know.." his words stopped, feeling a great pain.

Plaque...

The sound of a really tight rattan caressing his back, instead of a bruise this time, the skin even looked scuffed.

I never teased a girl from the upper class or from a powerful family. When did I ever seduce her boyfriend? The big-bodied man was grimacing, even his tears were flowing withstanding the creeping pain.

Kenzo shook the huge body using his feet, "You disgusting body, you can't imagine the smell of your saliva soiling his face..."

Plaque...

The large body was again beaten using rattan. His entire strength was used, an unbearable vexation. Maybe if Kenzo hadn't traded his golf club for rattan, the man lying on the floor would have died from a blow.

"I really don't know.." Her cries sounded, not remembering at all. Which high-class socialite had been spat on and even offered a dress and car by her.

"Confess!!" Kenzo came back, swung his rotat. Unable to control his emotions, staring at the man who easily wanted to play a woman using money.

The thing that befell the Goddess is still remembered. Can't imagine if something similar happened to Amel.

"I don't know!!" his screams were frightened, grimacing, crying enduring the pain.

Kenzo let out a rough sigh, "Take the rubber gloves and scalpel, we amputate it, so as not to play in the bed anymore..."

The middle-aged man rounded his eyes, glancing towards his most sensitive part. "I never insulted your girlfriend!! You're wrong people.." His cries echoed one room. Swollen ears, not willing if he who has two legitimate wives and one mistress who is most clever to satisfy him, can never be given rations again.

"Don't remember? My boyfriend even kicked.." Kenzo's words stopped for a moment glancing at one part of the man's body, "Your walnut.." he continued, clenching his forehead, glancing at its small size.

The man was silent for a moment. Recalling his deeds, a few hours ago, the girl who was prettier than his mistress, events in the boutique. He's really looking to die spitting on this crazy rich guy's girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, I don't know!! I'll return the dress!! It's because of my wife, she's the one fighting over the dress. I was struck with emotion." he said regretfully, bowed while crying as he pleased. Squirming, approaching Kenzo's feet.

"Give her dress back in 20 minutes. one more, teach your wife a lesson and educate her!! If something like this happens again. I won't hesitate." said the emphasis of Kenzo stopped. The sound of his phonecells rang out, quickly the young man reached into his pocket. Look at the name of Amel's caller.

While his face changed, Kenzo moved away, picking up the wrong phone, like an SMU kid.

"Kenzo, I'm choosing clothes. Maybe I'll be home late." said someone across the street.

"Yes .. have you eaten?" her tan sat on a wooden box staring down, smiling, moving one of her legs, misbehaving, with her own smiling lips.

The man who was still tied naked, lying on the floor, clenched his forehead. Staring at Kenzo, the person who viciously beat him instantly disappeared somewhere, turning into an SMU teenager.

Even his hired men, silent with stout faces, seemed to thin their lips, desperately holding their laughter.

"I ate it, emmm..." Kenzo scratched his non-itchy head, sighed harshly, "Have you liked me yet?" ask her for the umpteenth time.

"A..I have to try another outfit!! I closed.." the direction Amel avoided, closed his call quickly, his heart was racing, but still worried.

Kenzo sighed again, stroking the wallpaper phone, photos of their togetherness while in Japan. Glanced at the large-bodied man lying on the floor and the professional people he hired.

The ones who desperately held back his laughter.

"What look!! Want me to cut it!?" snapped Kenzo. Suddenly their faces grew tense, frightened.

"Take off the bond." the order went closer.

"It's not a threat but advice. Reporting to the police means your company will be mine. To repeat your actions again means to die. One more thing, touching my girlfriend even taking her to bed, I'll take you to hell with me, boil and fry you there.." threatened to kick the man's shin in front of him.

"It hurts.." cried the middle-aged man.

"In 20 minutes the dress should be back here. One more thing, I don't want anyone to feel more perfect than my wife. So, watch the wounds all over your body!! Give the same wound to your wife. So that he is self-conscious, as an abomination." he said gripping the man's cheek, smiling.

"My company, you won't." the middle-aged man's words were cut off.

"Business is business, personal matters are personal matters. As long as your company moves according to the rules, it provides welfare for the bottom employees. I'll just shut up, watch." he said smiling, like a demon, letting the man go. Retreat back to sit in a dark room, waiting for her arrival in the dress that Amel wanted.

***

Not given his clothes back, armed with money just to ride the bus. The coal businessman only used cardboard covering his body. Running quickly towards his house, even holding back the embarrassment of boarding the bus. Being the scorn of people, the hope in his heart? No one would report being a lunatic to a police officer. Or a mental hospital, given his current appearance. Don't want to be late for Keyla's fucking dress.

What happened after that? Great fight, after returning the dress to Kenzo.

Keyla's hands and feet were tied, following Kenzo's previous orders. Gave the same wounds as those on his body, to his wife.

"It hurts.." cried Keyla.

"Patience, I don't want my company to be destroyed." the words that came out of the mouth of the coal businessman,"After this I will buy you an apartment." he said, again whipping.

Until at the end of the lash, Keyla's body is released. Divorced, doing husband-wife relations.

Keyla, sighing harshly, gave up her body. THE KDRT? No matter what, after meeting again at the engagement party with Gilang, she will return with Gilang. Living his life like a noble, back to fiddling, having a beautiful husband from a conglomerate family.

At that time, this old bandot, would be trampled under his feet. Crawling, begging for mercy for a mouthful of rice on him. It's only temporary, until Gilang returns to him... Maybe that's what Keyla had in mind.

***

A few tens of minutes passed, Kenzo again brought a paperbag with a much better face.

"What are you carrying?" Tomy scrunched his forehead.

"Gift to Amel." she answered.

Seriate

...Happiness to me, something simple. It does not require wealth, power, or beauty......

...It's enough just to see your smile......

Kenzos...