My Kenzo
Maaf
Nothing special happened after that. Amel who was always near Keyla realized one thing, the woman could not be silent without a male touch.
Once upon a time, Amel left his phonecell in a private house that Gilang bought for his lover. Empty state, security and waiter suddenly his whereabouts are unknown. Contacting security by phone at home in his post, tried to do Amel, but a strange answer got. Keyla gives him one day off, as well as some money.
Not right, this woman is completely wrong, maybe that's what Amel thought. He suddenly entered the house, with several cars parked in his yard.
The smell of cigarette smoke and alcoholic beverages stings. About four women were there, along with several burly young men, bare-chested. Occasionally kissing, in the middle of a musical bang. Some even hold each other.
Amel crept on the wall like a lizard, only to take his phoncell without being caught by some drunken man. However, the body size was long times the width of his height, really a big problem for him.
"Who are you!?" asked one of the scantily dressed women to turn off the music.
"I am Amel, the creeping elephant is not to be cared for. I'm just a figure passing by." he said smiling, again showing his clean white teeth like Pepsodent ads.
"Keyla!!" call the woman screaming.
A few minutes passed by the beautiful woman came out of her room, clad only in a bathrobe. Some red marks were still on his neck.
"What!?" he snapped, followed by a handsome young man who only wore a boxer.
"Why did he get in!? You said the house was empty!!" yell friend Keyla.
"Basar gedut ugly!!" the woman clenched her hands. Take a bottle of watering drink all over Amel's body. The body is now held by two people, one woman and one man.
Amel is really scared right now, scared? Of course, ten people were drunk, while he was alone.
He could already imagine the end result. Killed, dismembered, then put into scraping pouches thrown into different places.
Believe me, in a life-and-death situation your pride and royalties will disappear for a moment.
Amel bowed for a moment, began to cry, staring at Keyla, "Please let me go, I will not complain to Gilang..."
"Fat sucks!! You think I care!! Hit him!! But just beat up the part covered in clothes..." Keyla grinned, again pulling the young man who was beside her into the room.
And sure enough, his back, stomach, arms, were all beaten. Amel could only cry to endure the pain. I am thankful she is not beautiful at all. If beautiful maybe he will be harassed, become a material to be gilded drunk people.
At times like this I thank God given a less attractive body. If I was beautiful, it might have had a worse ending.he muttered inwardly clenched his hands, letting his body be beaten, scratched, even grabbed by four pairs of Keyla's men and women friends.
Until finally, his brain began to work, pretending to faint became his choice. Sure enough, the drunk people tried to drag him into the car no matter what his destination was.
Amel clenched his hands as one of them opened the trunk door... Believe me when the situation is life and death, your running ability will be tested...
The fat woman opened her eyes, running as fast as she could. Even jumping over bushes that are high enough, like having the science of lightening the body.
The three people who were about to put him in the car immediately chased after. Hurry? They run fast.
However, Amel was in a life-and-death situation, his adrenaline was completely boosted. Running no matter what, staring at the straight streets.
"We can't catch up, he's like a fat version of a national runner." One of the men chasing him gasps, out of breath.
***
Running full? Not after the situation felt safe, Amel began to ride the angkot night, enduring pain all over his body wrapped in XL-sized men's shirts.
"Amel!?" tanyanya smelled the pungent smell of alcohol.
"Something doused me." he said opening a plastic cupboard drawer, picking up a change of clothes, getting ready to take a shower. Eliminates the smell of alcohol.
A few minutes later, Amel returned to his room after taking a shower in the front bathroom. Right, it's a cheap hostel, so it doesn't have a bathroom inside.
"Marina, help me." she said, picking up her P3K box while sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So, someone beat you up!?" tanyanya anxious, giving pain relief ointment. As well as, antiseptics and wound medicine on some scratches due to scratches on his body.
Amel nodded, sighed many times, "Gilang's girlfriend, told her friend to beat me up," he said.
"Tell Gilang!! He's a good man!! He has also been friends with you for a long time. He'll listen to you..." Marina gave her advice.
Amel began to shed his tears, no doubt the trauma was still there. Doused, beaten, some people, even nearly dumped in a car, or possibly killed on the way.
It's too heavy for his psychic...
"Amel. put an end to all this, complain to Gilang. It will also protect Gilang himself," his advice.
Amel turned around hugging Marina while nodding.
***
But is it really the best decision? His fingers clenched, when he met Gilang at the main residence of his family. He wanted to talk without Keyla.
Everything is told in detail, nothing is covered up by it.
"How much did you pay me to vilify Keyla in front of me?" said Gilang stared intently, the change in the nature of friends who always supported him was too drastic for him.
"Your father didn't pay me!!" for the first time Amel cried in front of Gilang, the trauma was still there.
"Then what is this!?" he snapped, slamming the paper bag containing a cake that he always put on Leon to be placed in Gilang's room.
The contents of the cake jars scattered, Amel clenched his hands and began to pick up the pastries one by one from the floor.
"A lot of hungry people out there, we can't waste food." murmured Amel, with tears flowing incessantly.
Gilang's heart also felt pain, but all on the edge with Amel's thought was his father's right hand to separate himself from the woman he loved. Being loved? Do not joke, the innocent young man did not realize for a long time only Amel who made him happy, accompanied him difficult or happy.
"You've had a lot of graying, where Amel has always been on my side. You're just tempted by money!!" unfounded accusations, his heart was blinded by the beautiful look of a Keyla.
"Say, sorry." she smiled at him. Like the last words, it can't protect Gilang anymore.
"Newly admitted wrong!? Amel, Keyla is the woman I love, so don't." her words were interrupted.
Amel smiled at her, "I see, I won't complain anymore,"
Gilang was just stunned silent, not knowing what to say anymore.
Seriate