My Kenzo
Mine

Two glasses of non-alcoholic beverages were grabbed from the passing waiter. Gave one other glass to Amel, who was still chewing the cup cake.

"Amel, I want to talk seriously" he said staring.

"Bi... What's the talk about?" at once Amel was tense, with a change in the look of Frans' face, eating half a cup of his fancy cake with a single bribe.

"I've been thinking about you for a long time." Stale words came out of Frans' mouth.

Want to talk something serious? Looking for a quieter place? Have I thought about you for a long time? What would you think if a man said those words to a woman? Is correct....

Frans likes me? It is impossible right.Amel immediately choked with his crazy thoughts. Coughing for a moment.

"No offense!! I already liked others, so I couldn't accept." Amel's words, wanting to deny Frans' feelings, were cut off.

"Please don't refuse it again..." Frans put down his drinking glass, clutching Amel's hand, expectantly.

"Reject who?" Amel clenched his forehead, realizing the notion of Frans liking him was wrong.

Frans let out a rude sigh, "Please don't refuse Kenzo again, he meant it to you..."

"Maybe you've noticed it, his attitude is often too excessive, or hurt himself," he continued.

Amel was silent for a moment, remembering the wound on Kenzo's hand on his birthday while they were still living together in Japan. Injuring themselves? There were a lot of strange things about that young man.

Frans sighed harshly, saying his employer's greatest weakness, "He suffered from bipolar disorder.." The young man bowed as if begging, his tears flowing, his voice quivering, "I know this is hard, I know it's hard, having an emotional and easily depressed bipolar life partner. But I can make sure Kenzo won't hurt you physically or your heart..."

"Please take care of him." he continued, still looking down expectantly. The hope that his employer, can live a quiet life, live his life well. It was enough for him to know how the real life of Kenzo, who seemed to walk alone in the dark.

Even put distance on Frans, not trusting anyone else. Only Amel, Amel, was believed to step with him in the darkness. A lonely young man, who was already the best friend of Frans' life, might even be like a brother.

The girl paused for a moment, then smiled, clutching Frans' fingers, "I want to be honest, a. I really like it," Amel bowed, a little embarrassed.

"He was like an umbrella protecting me sometimes. Sometimes he bullies me, but he cares about what I do. A bipolar? Unstable emotions, I like everything that's on her. Including the shortcomings.." he continued.

Frans looked towards Amel seeing the earnestness there. Some medicine? This woman is the cure for Kenzo, someone who may be able to accept accompanying and hugging him when he is down.

"Thank you..." Frans hugged her, deserted? The place they are currently in is a koi fish pond near the ballroom. Only they are there. Frans smiled, shed her tears, lived many years in the ambition that Suki instilled made her focus on learning to have no friends at all.

Except for Kenzo, the strange young man of one faculty who helps him. He can lift his head full of confidence. The young man who is actually a lonely antagonist, treading his life alone, pretending to be tough, but fragile inside.

"Please protect him, don't disappoint him." Frans told Amel, still hugging him, probably like his sister-in-law.

Amel nodded, sighing harshly. Kenzo's Shortage? No problem for him. If the young man does not exist, he is still a burden on his family, it is difficult to get a job. Glen will be severely punished, Nindy must bury her ideals. While Sany is a tiny baby who adopted, maybe even toys will not be bought.

Materialistic? No, Amel didn't think so, Kenzo was the umbrella that protected him. The feelings that grow are also real, not just because of matter. But his heart felt fused with their togetherness this year and a half.

***

The show has begun, Kenzo has returned, sitting on the corner desk chair of the room with Amel. Frans was at the same table as them, his current feelings were anxious, completely anxious.

Till...

The two lead actors in today's show entered, wearing white suits. Step up the stage.

The cross? Who will be engaged is Gilang? Amel just found out everything. His eyes began to glaze over, with tears held in his fertilizer.

Not because he was disappointed, he was tired of being disappointed for two years. Being a clown in his eyes, a stupid human being. A heart that is played like a puppet, under the pretext of a friend.

Only he had endured two years of pain. Waiting for a friend who is embracing her beautiful lover. Waiting for the friend to look a little at the clown like him. However, Gilang turned his face to the end.

The clown who was beaten by his beautiful, unreliable lover is said to be lying for money. Only beauty was in her eyes, Amel felt stupid, really stupid.

The figure of Amel who once imagined in his mind. Smiling with Gilang, eating food by the roadside with him. However, every Gilang find happiness, the fat clown will be eliminated, set aside by the name of a friend.

For two years, he was a stupid clown. Crying over a man who doesn't love him...

Amel was stunned, his tears dripping, but not for Gilang anymore. He weeps for himself, the stupid clown who gives his true love first. Many times feeling the pain alone, the feeling had long since disappeared, Amel was now feeling sorry for himself.

Until the hands are warm, grip the fingers. "Why crying?" he asked, wiping away Amel's tears.

"I want to have a happy ending? Can it?" Amel began to smile looking at Kenzo's face.

Kenzo nodded, "The antagonist ended up wretched for wanting something that didn't belong to him, so." Kenzo's words came to a halt.

"If I want another antagonist, can I end up happy?" Amel smiled sincerely, tightly clutching Kenzo's hand.

Kenzo is stunned, then nods... love statement? Think it's still too ambiguous. However, having the chance to be in Amel's heart. The woman he loved, he would not let go, unless death took him away...

Frans let out a rough sigh, nothing happened. The couple in front of him looked fine. But is it true? Frans is still hesitant, hiding the fact alone, Gilang looking for the existence of Amel, even already claimed to love him.

Her hopes? Gilang will never find Amel. Will not beg her brother to give up leaving the woman he loves.

Amel? Frans' greatest hope is that the woman, Kenzo has a weakness due to her personality disorder, has high ambitions, moves from one country to another, does not live.

While Gilang, a young man with no gap, lives stably, may be a perfect father and husband candidate.

Frans' hands clenched, his biggest fear. Amel will renege on his words to keep Kenzo in check, knowing how Gilang feels about him. Turned his face away from Kenzo, leaving him alone again.

A broken world will not feel the same. For a heart that is repeatedly wounded in every step of its life. Kenzo will never be happy again...

The applause of the invitation, signifying the ring exchange event was over. The fake smiles of the two people on stage were seen in the middle of the bleach of the reporter's camera lights.

***

The night was getting late, the party was long over. The couple, with no apparent status, had returned to the hotel room. Not cleaning accessories or changing clothes, lying on the bed together, hugging each other in a smile.

"I love you..." Kenzo kissed Amel's forehead, wriggling in search of a comfortable position to fall back asleep. A subtle snoring sound rang out, along with Amel opening his eyes.

"I love you more, never hurt, or hurt my heart. You are mine." Amel's innocent brain may have been poisoned. An antagonist-like speech came out of his mouth, greedy wanting Kenzo just for him, tightening his arms, never letting go. Whatever will happen.

Somewhere else...

Crossed down smiling alone, on the balcony of an apartment."Sorry, I disappointed you all along. Is it so painful that you disappear? I want you to come back, I promise not to be a friend anymore." he said in front of the skyscraper, as if Amel was there, somewhere.

Seriate