My Kenzo
Hydragea Flowers

The cold of the night air made her wake up, her eyes peeling realizing her husband's absence. Slowly Amel got up, wrapped around the towel on his plain body.

Walk into the bathroom, clean himself. The purplish marks that her husband made more and more on his white body.

Amel was silent for a moment, in a bathtub filled with foam. Her husband's treatment is still remembered, her touch really makes Amel crazy. Is this how it feels?

His heart was pounding incessantly, unexpectedly he ended up surrendering to a mad oppressor creature. The young man who really spoiled him.

***

A few dozen minutes passed, the sheets were changed, their clothes were not on the floor. But who did it? Did Kenzo get into the room?

Amel let out a rough sigh, using the lotion on his body, the mini dress he wore. The goddamn clothes Nindy gave me? Of course the woman would not use it.

Slowly stepping down the stairs, clenching his forehead, staring at the oddity. Heart-shaped pink balloons were everywhere, in the middle of the room there were even rose petals formed with heart emblems, until Amel sighed violently. A photo of her in large print may be 1.5x1 meters decorated with flowers.

"Am I already deceased?" he muttered, clenching his forehead, unceasingly staring at the gigantic photo of himself. The picture is completely surrounded by lots of flowers. Like a photo of grief, of the deceased who was left behind.

While in one corner of the room, her husband was sitting with a dazzling look, holding an acoustic guitar. Sharp eyes that stared at her, a smile that conquered the heart of any woman. Acoustic guitar began to be played. In front of Kenzo there was currently a small songbook.

Perfect starting tone, then starting to mess up. Until several times Kenzo who actually never touched the guitar tried to play it. His goal? He wanted to attract his wife's attention. But it seems to have failed miserably.

The young man, start trying again, bowed down, "Sorry, I'll repeat..."

Until it goes back wrong again, "A. I will repeat it..."

Why is it hard, play this damn thing. Go back to trying and trying, not wanting his wife to think about another man, just let herself. If I try he will love me...

The fingers that were not used to plucking the strings were eventually scratched, blood dripped slightly from the wound, "A. I will repeat," he said again, after playing the wrong note.

However, unexpectedly Amel left her back to the room. Kenzo's hands clenched, disappointed? Of course he was disappointed in his own ability. Women of Amel's age like men who are good at playing guitar, at least that's what was written in one of the discussion forums on the Internet that he just followed.

But Amel left after hearing his chaotic guitar playing. Maybe saturated with himself who is indeed a husband just because of gratitude.

How do you win his wife's heart? Kenzo was speechless, bowed confused not knowing how else. Until the fingers he knew applied wound medicine to him.

"Why play guitar if you can't?" tanyakanya.

"For you to smile only at me, not at anyone else" he said looking into Amel's eyes.

Amel chuckled, "There's no need for this, there's a piano. You bought it because you can play it, right? Why learn to play the guitar, "the woman wrapped her wound with plaster then smiled, "Done,"

"Women your age will love a guy who is good at playing guitar. So I.." Kenzo's words were interrupted.

His wife laughed loudly holding her stomach, even sitting limp on the floor. "So this is all to please me?" the question again, answered with a nod by Kenzo.

While Amel again laughed nonstop, "Fotoku is surrounded by flowers, like a funeral ceremony..."

"I also thought so, but the people on the forum said it was romantic," he replied innocently.

Amel, heaving a rough sigh trying to neutralize his laughter, "Don't equate us with others, flower petals and large photos, will only interfere with our time together. We have to sweep it and clean it, just like this guitar, it's just gonna hurt your hand..."

"I love you." she continued. Kissing her husband's lips.

"Me too" Kenzo finally smiled.

"What do we eat? I'm hungry..." Amel started to hold her stomach.

"I ordered two servings of spaghetti, and one bottle of wine online. But not until now..." Kenzo sighed harshly, having prepared the table along with the candles. Assuming Amel would love a romantic dinner, only the two of them, like the one on the forum, a way to win the heart of women.

"We make instant noodles, just cancel the order of spaghetti and wine," said Amel pulled her husband's hand to the kitchen.

***

A romantic dinner? Amel who was amazed by her? No, no romantic dinner, just two bowls of instant noodles full of smiles.

However, the woman's admiration deepened in her husband. Wh why? It was not alluring, nor the romantic deeds that made him love Kenzo. However, the solemnity of the young man who brought the crack of the cake during his birthday without caring about his injured body.

Kenzo, the young man who made her believe in the true meaning of love. The coldest man with the warmest heart.

The young man who was now her husband was trying to smile, "Tonight we are going somewhere. So that by morning it has arrived..."

"Where? I guess, the beach, right? See the sunrise?" Amel clenched his forehead chuckling, remembering the dating spot that people might call romantic.

I don't really like the beach, cleaning my feet from the sand. Not to mention, the sun's rays are stinging, but I won't let her down.

Kenzo smiled at him, "No, but this time I didn't find his place in the forum. I'm looking for this place by thinking about things we like..."

***

A few hours drive, even had time to park their car just to sleep. Finally the flower bed of hydragea is visible, when the sun begins to rise.

Drops of dew in the cold air, drenching the beautiful flowers exposed to the thin light from the sunlight.

The slowly walking couple embraced each other in the cold air."Like?" Kenzo smiled at him.

"Yes..." Amel laughed a little.

"Wait a minute," the young man ran into the flower bed. I don't know what he's looking for.

Amel sighed with a smile, rubbing his cold fingers. A beautiful place for him, more beautiful than the beach in the morning.

A white hydragea flower was finally seen before him.

"I didn't buy, I stole it in people's gardens." the young man laughed, laughing at his disgraceful deeds.

"My husband, the thief," Amel smiled, grabbing the beautiful-looking white flower. Her eyes were fixed on her husband.

"I love you." she continued. Plunging his hands at Kenzo's neck, my eyes that looked like I gave up everything, began to tiptoe, closing his eyes.

Their lips slowly intertwined, Kenzo's hands now on Amel's waist, holding his body in the cold air. Without feeling his tongue twisted each other to give satisfaction and comfort.

The sweep of the tongue stopped, eyes staring at each other in the middle of the flower bed of hydragea. The thin rays of the sun were like peeping, the endless couple showing their love.

"I want you." he said with an irregular sigh.

"Me too..." Amel smiled, peeping at Kenzo's lips. Pull it into a parked car in the middle of a sprawling plantation on a cold morning.

No residents have yet passed, only those entering the rear passenger seat. Enjoying everything, when their whole body is like fused in a cold narrow room.

White hydragea flowers dropped Amel on the front passenger seat, along with their scattered clothes.

Hydragea flower means, sorry ....

Because I want you to forgive me, be an imperfect husband, be an unromantic lover...

I'm sorry, I'm gonna stay selfish, hold you in my own happiness...

Amel was still in the lap of her husband feeling their union, his upper body was no end played, stammered. Until he moans non-stop, feels weak, when a warm feeling in the union is created. Provides a sense of satisfaction, pulsating delivers small seeds.

When will they have children? Who would know, what kind of vile creature would be born. But for sure, the child born is actually a little angel whom God entrusted to them.

Two pairs of fingers that either can or do not feel the affection of his father.

***

Meanwhile somewhere else, Nindy knitted her forehead in annoyance. Female models for couples photo shoots their boutique catalog late coming, not a few minutes, but already an hour.

"I'll step in for the photo shoot!!" regrettably, taking the women's couple outfits took her to the dressing room.

Beauitiful? Of course, the beautiful face of a 20-year-old girl. A beautiful body, embracing each other with a male model who has a masculine aura. The perfect couple.

"A cheap woman who seduces a lot of men." words of scorn from Brenda's mouth, staring at a mismatched couple, a masculine adult man with Nindy has a pretty face that seems sweet.

Until he changed his clothes, the girl walked past Brenda. However, the creature's hands suddenly stopped it."Why are you following the photo shoot!? It should be the model we hired, right? Why do I have to be close anyway? You deliberately so that the male model touches you!!" her wrath is like complex mothers whose daughters come home in the morning to be delivered by a man.

"The female model hasn't arrived yet so I'm replacing her temporarily. But why is Brandon so sensitive? Or maybe..." Nindy deliberately stopped her words.

"I'm not jealous!!" said Brenda fast raced.

"Who said Brother Brandon was jealous. I'm just saying, she said sensitive pregnant people. Maybe my sister became more sensitive because she was pregnant with my son." she said stroking Brenda's stomach and then running away as quickly as possible. Locked himself in the locker room.

"Ha... pregnant!! That shitty kid, it really leaves me out of words." - he growled.

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