My Kenzo
A Heart That Cracks

The sun was already rising, this was his second day in Paris. Kenzo had been fully dressed in his suit, seen observing something using his tab. Occasionally contact someone using a foreign language.

He was quite busy, even though he was only in the country for a few days.

Amel took a deep breath. It has to end, he finds no reason Kenzo can like him. Is he just celebrated? The mind is back.

One sentence he said, "I'm sorry, I resigned.... My sister graduated from college,"

Kenzo who was drinking a cup of coffee put it back on the souser."Salary doubled, keep following and accompany me to sleep," finally what the young man feared happened, their contract term ended. Along with Nindy's graduation tomorrow.

"It's not a matter of salary, I don't want my image as a good girl to be broken. Having a boyfriend, getting married is the goal of all women's lives. If it's constantly a bolster pillow for you, how am I supposed to get married later?" he said, looking at the young man in front of him.

The young man smiled, again drinking warm coffee in front of him, "It's so simple marry with me..."

"But.but you.." Amel's words interjected, Kenzo peeped at his lips.

"Stay here, I'm leaving." he said still holding his smile, occasionally glancing at his watch, walking away from the hotel room.

Amel was silent for a moment, a smile on his face. Perhaps his words sounded about to leave, but in truth, only wanted to hear the seriousness of the young man he slowly loved.

***

There is not much Amel does in the country. Just visiting his sister, ushered in the company driver. Hanging around there, talking about what they're doing.

By nightfall, Amel had returned to the hotel after meeting his sister in the apartment.

The hotel room was still empty, the young man had not been seen either. Why can't Amel sleep at all, restless? He was agitated, only with Kenzo's absence nearby.

The night is getting late, time has shown at 1 am. The hustle and bustle of the crowd was still felt outside the hotel building as well. Amel was silent alone, his tears flowing, it was unknown why. Maybe a hunch, start sitting on the balcony of the hotel directly opposite the Eiffel tower.

Gender alone, until the door of the room opened someone. Carry a cake complete with a lit candle. But the heart-shaped cake with a pair of pigeons decoration was cracked in two somehow.

"Kenzo!?" Amel immediately rose to wipe away his tears.

"Happy birthday..." Kenzo smiled in a state of chaos, his clothes looking slightly ripped, leaving behind a wound that was spitting out fresh blood. The temple was bruised, but the young man still tried to smile.

"To... why?" the fingers of Amel's hand were raised to feel the wound on the temple of the young man before him.

"I'm sorry, the cake's ruined..." Kenzo bowed, as if he did not care about the state of his body.

"What's going on?" Amel walked closer.

"It's nothing just an incident. I'm fine." the young man, heaved a rough sigh.

"What's okay!! Your wounds are severe!! I should have gone to the hospital!!" angry Amel upset.

Kenzo just smiled, then shook his head, glancing towards the wall clock."Blow out the candle, this is when you were born." he said.

Amel was stunned, how could Kenzo know the exact time? Even himself does not know. The late father only told of himself being born in the early hours of the morning.

Doubtfully Amel blew out the candle before him, a beautiful heart-shaped cake that cracked into two halves.

"Now tell me what happened..." Amel let out a rough sigh, walking up the P3K box.

The cake was grabbed from Kenzo's hand, putting it on the table. Slowly help her sit on the edge of the bed. The buttons of the young man's shirt were opened one by one.

Kenzo smiled, his face down trying to look at him.

"What's going on?" said Amel again asked, pouring alcohol on a cotton swab to clean the wound, on his shoulder.

"The car hit a tree. Sorry to be late, I have to take care of the restitution first," the girl who was treating him constantly stared at, without blinking, the face of the woman he loved.

"Why not go to the hospital first?" the blood did not stop, either, from a scratch near Kenzo's elbow. Serious injuries? No, but there were too many injuries, maybe the young man had fallen out of his car, when the accident happened.

"Because it's going to be late, last year I was late to celebrate." he replied.

Being late? They were on a plane from Malaysia to Japan. Kenzo had ordered the cake, but it didn't get carried away. Celebrating her was still too awkward for her.

"This is when we first met 26 years ago. The first time you saw me." he continued.

Amel's eyes still looked at him not understanding, what was in the heart of the young man before him. Why look at himself.

"I was just born, if 26 years ago..." Amel again tried to focus on treating it, thinking it was a joke.

Kenzo nodded, "Your mother was the one who raised me. Amel Anggraini, Amel my given name, and Anggraini because Kinan likes Orchids..."

The original name given to a five-year-old plain boy. A child whose heart is broken every time he is with the girl he loves. As if back to his old self, a little Kenzo has yet to experience how cruel the world is to him.

Amel stopped the movement of his hand to loosen his head."You know my late mother?" he asked, still not understanding."And my name, how do you know Anggraini means Orchid?"

The body, which was not wrapped in a top, showed some injuries. His eyes, staring intently, but his lips were smiling."I told you, the name was my gift." Amel's nape held him put their lips together. Move slowly, not demandingly, guiding the girl. To feel his heart.

Amel replied to her slowly, whizzing in an irregular roar of breath. The couple catch their breath, their eyebrows touching, still racing to breathe oxygen greedily.

Not just because of a long kiss, but a desire to unite a restrained body. "I.." said Amel with disordered breath, looking fixed into Kenzo's eyes, as if hesitating to speak.

"I love you, we're getting married." Kenzo's tears flowed, saying them using words that were literally ingrained all this time in his heart, until his earnestness was truly visible."Please take care of me until I am old, please hold my fingers until wrinkles later.... Please, be the only one who shed tears at my funeral." she continued.

Amel did not answer, but returned to the lips. It was as if that was the answer, never satisfied, allowing his heart to momentarily take possession of his body. Until the whim came back, "I also.I love you too.because you're my Kenzo.." a confession from Amel's mouth.

The young man's tears did not stop flowing, hugging Amel's body, still in a bare-chested state. The girl he loved, also loved him, the only thing that belonged to him. His little family will slowly grow. The little buds who call him father...

***

A lover? That was their current status, Amel slowly treated the wound on his back.

"Why like me? Is it because I'm beautiful?" amel asked smiling, applying pain medication.

"Yes, you are beautiful, your heart is the most beautiful. I can only love you from the beginning, can never love another woman." he said a little grimacing when the wound was treated by his lover's hand, but it was undeniable that his heart was happy, only with one word.

"Why can you only love me?" amel asked back, not understanding.

"Your father wanted me to take responsibility for taking his newborn child's first kiss. I promise, I will never love another woman, other than Amel Anggraini, to him .." replied Kenzo.

"It was just kidding, bullshit from my dad..." Amel laughs to consider it a joke from his late father who is indeed humorous.

But Kenzo turned his back, saying seriously, "I kept my promise. I can only love you for the rest of my life..."

"Then why do you like me? Is it because I'm rich? If so, I'll get you more money" he continued.

"Yes because you are rich" Amel smiled, as if accustomed to showing his affection, closing his eyes on the lips of the beautiful young man with many wounds.

Because you're rich? You are the only one who loves me like an umbrella.

Letting himself be exposed to rain, allowing himself to be exposed to heat to protect me.

Beast wouldn't love Beauty if she wasn't beautiful? Beauty wouldn't love the Beast if it wasn't rich...

I don't care, it's not us, we're just evil princes on an adventure with the Dugongnya... Learning the meaning of true love...

Up to. a folly, I lived happily with you while living in a small house, being a wine picker, being oppressed, yet being taught many things, being given affection with little things...

Nice cheap fish cake, I miss it ...

Not because the wealth of these feelings grows...

Because you're my Kenzo...

Cake with a broken heart, as a result of the accident incident as if he did not care, the couple smiled, mutually mouthed their lips many times. Reluctant to do more, waiting for the ring to fit perfectly on their ring finger.

The lights of the Eiffel Tower are visible from the open window. The couple smiled once in a while, only to breathe in, as if never content to put their lips together, showing feelings without perfectly uniting the body.

Seriate