My Kenzo
Loan

Didn't hear everything? Not entirely true. Kenzo who walked in a hurry can still smile not knowing anything, until his steps stopped.

A reply? Is that why Amel accepted it? He was silent, hearing everything they said from the stairs.

Until the two hands of his loved ones hold each other. Her tears wanted to flow but her face was held back in a smile.

Does he deserve to be happy? Maybe yes, after countless people whose lives were ruined because of it. But Amel? Can he be selfish not to let go? Having a body without a heart may be better.

Amel immediately pulled out his hand that was held by Gilang. Realizing Kenzo's whereabouts, the two men are back in silence.

They already know each other. What is he among them? Amel rejects Gilang? But the girl's tears were shed when Gilang's engagement took place.

Doubts are starting to exist....Right, he's the one among them.

Sorry, can I be selfish? I want to be happy too... Give me a little more time to change your gratitude, be a sincere heart to me. Maybe that's what he's in his heart when embracing the shoulder of the woman he loves in front of Gilang.

Sincere words did come out of his lips, starting from expecting Gilang to find the love he was looking for. A desire that turns into expecting her sister to find another love.

Selfish right? But that's who he is, choosing to know everything trying to smile. Although painful, when knowing one gap the possibility of his wife does not love him. Two words of gratitude, which he never imagined.

"Sister I want to.." Gilang's words interrupted.

"Go home, Amel and I have to work. Lorenzo's teacher, called him, then some e-mails I have to reply. So, thanks.." Kenzo's last words sounded ambiguous. Thank me? Wh-wh-what for? Gilang didn't give her anything.

Thanks, I threw it away. Until I had the chance to pick it up. A reply? Maybe you're right, but I want to stay selfish to have it. The only place for me to go home...

The smile on his lips held everything back. Between two people he loved. Being a good father? Himself wants. Live to old age with the woman he loves and their little grandchildren later.

But can it?

"I will often visit as long as my brother is here." said Gilang, carrying a paperbag giving his brother away."I'm home..."

The villa's main door was closed, along with Kenzo's pulled Amel's body. Her lips were silenced. Move slowly sweeping, twisting each other. Inexplicably, tears streamed down the young man's cheeks incessantly.

Reply is not in your heart, is it? Please love me...

"You still miss your family?" amel asked cluelessly, staring at the tears on her husband's cheeks.

Kenzo shook his head, "Please, be my family." he said he felt like the most selfish being.

Amel's body was lifted suddenly, climbing the stairs.

"Kenzo I can be alone..." Amel tried to get down.

But the young man still smiled, in an effort to prove all the assumptions Gilang not true.

I loved...I loved...

"I'll try to be more romantic, like the ones in dramas or novels. Please tell me you love me." she said trying to keep smiling.

Amel chuckled, "I love you, no matter how the master oppressor," as the eyes stared at each other for earnestness.

"I believe you.." Those are the only words spoken from his lips, full of smiles. Words that start to doubt.

Pretending to know each other? Amel followed Gilang's lie.

Do you hesitate to hurt me? No, I'm the antagonist, right? I can be selfish with you. Please love me. The hope of a young man who has many wounds in his heart.

***

Their room was in the sunlight. A laptop? No e-mails were opened today, the blankets and white sheets they had changed this morning, were again irregular. The white blanket still covered the two bodies at this moment.

Kala is in unification. The thumping feeling of touching his wife's body was real... Did Amel also feel it, when their bodies touched each other?

"I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.." she said many times desperate, reassuring herself, her feelings reciprocated. As a husband who has had his wife.

"me too...To... Kenzo.." The noise repeated, their bodies still racing.

Painful? No, they do it slowly. Tired at the end of the day saying hello.

"Yes, maybe because we have many of the same hobbies..." Amel tightened his embrace.

I'm sorry to lie, but I don't want you to get hurt, or hurt yourself. Never shed another tear . because you are my husband. The umbrella where I shelter, accompany when the cold rain, will hit my body...

"Maybe, but I love you." a love statement that came back. Hope Amel returns his words again and again.

However, the eyes were closed due to being too tired. Words of reply he did not hear this time. "Sleep..." Kenzo kissed his forehead.

His eyes stared at the ceiling of the room, still clutching his wife's body. Wrapped in a white blanket, the light began to turn orange. However, his eyes could not be closed either. His clothes and Amel were still scattered on the floor, there were even underwear there.

Quietly alone let his phonecell keep ringing. I don't know what's on his mind.

Maybe a promise he should keep. The promise of a child desperate for his life.

Not everything goes smoothly in his life, sometimes large rocks stumble his way. Especially when Kinan is no longer there, when Suki is in another country.

Wanna die? It was once in his mind. But only for a moment, when Nila who hates him does not feed him, when his body is beaten, when his school friends say he is only an adopted child who hitchhikes life on the rich.

That's right, then why. He is just a foster child, right? The boy walked on the bridge area, enduring his hunger, desperately gazing towards the rushing stream of river water. Not wanting to go home, not wanting to be beaten up, too tired to do endless homework.

Cowering alone, waiting for the night. When we went home the same, there was no food on the table, the whole family had dinner outside, probably a classy restaurant. Leaving him alone, a child who held back was hungry with a glass of warm tea.

Clothes were not replaced, his body was laid on the bed. Still wearing a red and white uniform. His eyes slowly closed.

"Sister.." Someone woke him up, brought him a packet of rice.

"Disappear." he said smilingly opening his eyes.

"We ate at the restaurant. Here's my leftovers, the portions are too much. So I asked for a pack." he said smiling.

"Thank you..." Kenzo grabbed it, smiling with his pale face.

Hungry, he was completely starving at the moment, eating leftover food voraciously. Since Harnum's death, Nila has been the only mistress in the house.

Getting rid of Kenzo's only goal, the boy he thought knew of his bad deed at Harnum's death.

Escape from home? Nila was happy enough to know Kenzo didn't come home from noon, but why did the boy come back again.

Brakes...

The rice that Gilang gave off fell apart on the floor. "Fucking foster kid!! Get out of the house all day!!" snapped, pulling Kenzo's short hair.

The water in the bathtub in the side was full, the face was drowned not allowed to breathe. The red and white uniform is wet.

Despairingly? Right, he should have jumped off the bridge. Wouldn't it be the same as dying in water? But the sound of a slap rang out loud, when he was almost out of breath.

Kenzo's nose and eyes turned red, looking toward the origin of the sound. Agra, the husband of Nila was there, Gilang who complained to his uncle.

"If he dies how? You want to be thrown in jail as a murderer. Dad wouldn't give me his post if he found out you molested his adopted son." he snapped walking away, chased quickly by Nila. His goal? Apologizing to Agra, without feeling the slightest guilt towards Kenzo.

The child who was coughing with an irregular roar of breath, "Sister..." Gilang.

"Thank you," Kenzo smiled at him, still terrified of breathing as much as he could, answered with a nod by Gilang.

"I am your brother, never ask me anything. This life debt, I'll return it someday..."

***

However much Gilang grew to be selfish, considering him a brother or not. Kenzo will love him. Because what? His life was just a loan, he should have died by then.

But release Amel? No, she's the mother of her children. Kenzo can't let go. Clutching his wife's innocent body tightly, "What should I do?" he muttered, peeping the forehead of Amel who was asleep many times. Will not let go, unless there is the weakest moment in him, when he has no desire to continue this life again.

Seriate

...Be happy? You and our son will be happy, I promise with my life......

Kenzos...