
Amel let out a rough sigh, his dream last night felt so real. His fingers, touching the plane's windowpanes, stared out at the sea. Staring with a blank look, remembering about the figure that sank with tears in it.
"Sorry..." Kenzo clasped Amel's fingers, "Tell me what my fault is. I'll fix it..."
Amel just fell silent, there was nothing he wanted to talk about at this moment. Dissolved in his own mind.
"I want to be hugged." with the man's rendezvous."What if it's a kiss?"
Amel began to thin his lips holding back his smile. Wake up from his daydream.
"We grow crops, after marriage. But now I can sing, right?" ask Kenzo, then start singing, "Grow corn in our garden. Hoes, hoes, deep hoes, loose soil my corn plants..."
"When can I plant my corn?" Kenzo asked with a hopeful plain face.
Until finally Amel could not hold his laughter anymore, pecking his lover's face non-stop, in every corner.
"Not angry with me anymore?" ask Kenzo.
"Can't be angry..." Amel laughed again, thinking the dream was not reasonable, just a sleeping flower.
***
Their journey by plane is about 8 hours, from France to one of the airports in Central Africa.
Nindy, who wanted to take a vacation before returning home with Amel, went with them. Pulling the suitcase, and carrying a large paper bag, I don't know what it contains.
"Where are our brothers-in-law going...?" Nindy ran after them.
"Pick up the children I adopted," Kenzo answered him, taking a quick step.
It was a strange sight for Nindy, a soldier's car passing through the highway, with a black man carrying a long-barreled gun on top.
Armed conflict? It has been happening since 2012. Kenzo decided to move the adopted children to Singapore. Most of them are over 7 years old, with different races.
The taxi they were riding in started to drive away from the airport, it took several hours until the house was seen, with several servants welcoming, dropping off his belongings.
"Papa.." Some children ran from the inside, hugging him. Some have narrow eyes with white skin typical of East Asians. Some of them look like they have blonde hair.
A different race? A 7-year-old boy smiled at him, blue-eyed, white-skinned with beautiful white hair.
Not much, just 5 kids there. However, everything was treated well, given proper education, food and clothing. It may be like his own son, although he rarely visits, that the children know enough of the hand that saves them.
Hands that give them food and education.
"I miss you guys. Sorry, no souvenirs, because we're moving..." Kenzo sighed harshly, smiling.
"Who is this beautiful sister? Is she mama?" 15-year-old Scott clenched his forehead, staring suspiciously. A child who appears to have East Asian races.
"Don't carelessly talk. Daddy will be offended. Papa is never close to a woman" 17-year-old Elina whispers to Scott, not wanting to make Kenzo hurt by his status of never having a lover.
"I heard everything!! You bad boy!!" kenzo snapped in annoyance, pulling Elina's ear. A beautiful teenager with brown eyes, a beautiful body that began to form, thick lips impressed seductive and wavy hair. Their relationship? Really like father and son.
Remember this is not a story about Daddy's sugar dipping into his beautiful adopted daughter. It's about a Kenzo, a young man who has many wounds trying to heal him slowly.
"Papa's pain!!" elina's snatch was no less fierce.
Steven was the youngest, the most beautiful among them, perhaps coincidentally, his blue eyes were really beautiful, white hair, with matching whites. Pulling the end of Amel's clothes, "Mama, is there a baby in there? Male or female." she asked innocently, loosening her head, groping Amel's stomach without being awkward.
"Nothing, we're not even married..." Amel chuckled, ruffling Steven's hair, "What's wrong? Whether a man or a woman..."
"I'll marry her if she's a girl." Steven replied earnestly.
Kenzo knitted his forehead irritated, self-conscious with his bad behavior as a child. Be similar? Probably the exact same,"Basic!! Study hard!!" with Elina, Kenzo pulls Steven's ear back inside the house.
Scott, Elina, and Steven. There was also Joe with his brown eyes and blond hair. One more child Elisha, a child who sits in his wheelchair, due to a defect experienced when in a group of people who sell it.
Not all the children they sell on the black market are as lucky as they are. Some ended up in brothels, some were taken all over their organs to be traded, some ended up being laborers employed without rest.
Impossible? The underworld is not just about alcohol, gambling and women, illegal arms and narcotics trafficking. But the worst of it all is human trafficking (human trafficking).
***
They will not stay there long, Kenzo smiled, after giving severance pay to the servants in charge of taking care of his children. Helping children who have been independent is packing, entering the goods one by one.
Now his figure looks like a father with a warm personality. Who would have thought a vile man seemed to gather children for his care.
Unable to give full affection, but to give them shelter from a world that is not on their side.
Amazed? That's how Amel looks at his lover right now. Who says the antagonist is always vile, there may be many good sides that he hides. The reason is doing bad things, everything must be there.
Elina as the eldest suddenly walked up to Amel, smiling at him."So really our mom's candidate?" his question, answered with a nod by Amel.
"Papa worked non-stop, never stayed sedentary. She's lonely..." Elina clutched Amel's fingers, "Papa is not a bad person, he is just lonely. But no one was ever open-hearted to her. Can you take care of papa?" tanyakanya.
Amel smiled, "I was also lonely, but not while with him," Elisha's hand was drawn, "Let's help them pack.." walking towards the room where Kenzo was.
***
It was late, only one night they were there. Amel let out a rough sigh, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"I'm like a paid woman." she muttered, wearing a black honeymoon package that contrasts with her white skin.
"Perfects..." Nindy smiled, full of planning."Let's go back to your rooms!!"
"No way!! I'll put my clothes back on..." Amel was about to take his clothes. Unfortunately, Nindy's hands were faster. Take out the sewing scissors, cut them irregularly.
"My fingers are locked. Your choice, just go back to the room and put your clothes on there." he said smiling.
"Nindy!!" amel shouted in annoyance.
Time has shown at 12 pm, all the children must have fallen asleep. Amel walked around with a sieve knowing the lack of material. It started with Nindy who said she asked for her help to try. It turns out that this is just his foul wits, to make sure Kenzo will marry his brother.
Kriet's...
Amel opened the door slowly, staring at Kenzo's silent presence on the balcony, with a can of soda in his hand. Look towards the stars.
I'm invisible, I'm invisible. Don't pounce on me. Because I could not resist the temptation to enter your mouth, Amel murmured in his heart, trying to walk slowly.
But the young man suddenly averted his gaze, probably already aware of Amel's arrival. Walking closer to him, Amel's heartbeat was not because of fear. Being cornered right in front of the wardrobe, his eyes closed unable to imagine what would happen.
Can't imagine? I really want what will happen.
Kriet's...
Not the sound of his body being dropped on the squeaking bed. But the sound of an open closet door, a thin yukata-shaped woman's nightgown grabbed him. Worn on Amel's body, the young man crouched down, still tying his pajama rope.
Then loosened her head, "Beautiful, my Amel is the prettiest. But now is not the time" he said, staring like a longing, closing his eyes, holding Amel's nape. Back to exploring the lips, as if never satisfied.
The tongue sweep felt, Amel fingers tightly gripped pajamas worn by Kenzo. Don't want this intoxicating kiss to end.
However, that breath was almost gone. The touch of the lips must also come off, "I love you, want to touch you. But after pinning the ring on your ring finger..."
Amel nodded, then smiled, "We're getting married. Raising our children together..."
"Sure..." Kenzo smiled, a happiness that he got in his dark life.
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