My Lovely Prince Playboy

Chapter 1 - Kenzi Alviano

Having a handsome face is the pride of a guy named Kenzi Alviano. In fact, often he uses his good looks to approach the girls in his campus. Worse yet, Kenzi was only playing them to his satisfaction.

No one ever refused to be around him, even though they themselves knew what Kenzi was like. It makes Kenzi feel more fed up with women who only look at the physical.

"Whoi, Ken!"

The man who was recording the writing plastered on the white board did not take his eyes off the goods for a moment, instead he was increasingly focused on the activities of recording it.

Seeing Kenzi disregarding his calls, makes Fero-Kenzi's best friend cluck. The one who was just standing in front of the door, was now walking quickly towards Kenzi's desk. "Woi, you're not deaf, are you?" sindir Fero patted Kenzi's shoulder hard.

Kenzi put down the pen he was holding in annoyance, he looked at his best friend sharply. "Lo don't see me busy anymore? patient cake," replied Kenzi ketus.

Fero pulled the bench next to Kenzi and sat there. His eyes looked at the blackboard in front of him. "Aah, you still have a lesson. I saw it first."

"That's an elo" Kenzi said without taking his eyes off his textbook.

"Let's be weird, Ken. Face looks like a bad boy that, do not fit you seriously same lesson." Fero shook his head slowly.

Kenzi put the pen and the book in his bag. Then he put it on both of his shoulders. "People like to do it, bro." Kenzi got up from his stool.

Fero rolled his eyeballs lazily, he stepped up following Kenzi. "Eh Ken, I terrorized the same girls who asked for lo numbers. Ah well, why of the many girls, no one asked for my number huh. Your face is the same as mine." Fero said ngawur.

Kenzi laughed out loud. "Lo is a cool guy. Follow my style, if you need to learn first with me." Kenzi laughed again at the end of his sentence.

"That's males. For me to be myself is better" replied Fero smiling proudly.

"Jaudah it's up to you anyway." Kenzi shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

They stepped in the corridor accompanied by small talk, not infrequently Kenzi smiled when there were women who greeted him. Everything was still going normally, until someone from behind withdrew his hand.

Kenzi turned around and found a smiling woman looking at him. Want to not want Kenzi to smile back at him. "Hi, El."

"Hi, Ken." The woman smiled shyly.

Fero who was beside Kenzi rolled his eyes panted. If he was already in a situation like this, he already understood what he should do. "Gue first, yeah." Fero patted Kenzi's shoulder slowly.

"Be careful, bro." Kenzi turned his head towards Fero who replied to him with a small nod.

The guy in a plain white shirt paired with a red shirt looked back at the woman named Ellena, who had been around for a few days. He gently clasped Ellena's hand and sat down on the edge of the corridor.

"You're the balloons home, El? It was late afternoon." Kenzi opened the conversation.

The dark brown haired woman shook her head. "I'll wait for you. We're together, right?"

"Yaudah yuk, dark hunt." Kenzi got up from his seat followed by Ellena. They walked leisurely still with their hands interlocked.

In the parking lot Kenzi gave a helmet to Ellena who was beside him. Then Kenzi got on his big black motorbike and started the engine. After Ellena got up and sat behind him, Kenzi drove on his bike.

"El, you don't keep smiling if it's on my deck" Kenzi said on the sidelines of the trip.

Ellena frowned confusedly. "Why?" ask Ellena.

Kenzi smiled faintly. "Entar I'm melting" replied Kenzi.

As Ellena's face warmed up, she smiled as she lowered her gaze. "Oh, if you wax can melt." Ellena laughed softly.

Ellena's face is very red like a boiled crab. "Basic gumbal," Ellena replied still unable to control her face.

Kenzi laughed crisply. He still launched his sweet words, until finally the Ellena housing complex was seen. The guy stopped his bike right in front of Ellena's house.

"You be careful, yes" Ellena said after getting off Kenzi's bike.

"Yes, I'm first." Kenzi smiled sweetly before finally propelling his bike back.

Kenzi rode his motorbike towards his home which did not take much time on the way. Fifteen minutes later, his black motorcycle landed in the white yard. He turned off the engine and immediately entered his home.

The two-story house whose yard is so beautiful, always managed to make Kenzi feel at home in his house. Moreover, the attention of his parents is so great to him, which makes Kenzi want to continue at home.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Kenzi said as he looked at the middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Dian-mama Kenzi. The middle-aged woman who still looked young at her age was smiling gently.

Kenzi shook the back of his mother's hand and sat down beside her.

"Are you tired like that?" asked Dian who noticed Kenzi's lethargic face.

Kenzi breathed a long breath. "A lot of tasks on campus, it's a lot of events too." Kenzi retorted as he leaned his shoulders against the sofa.

Dian smiled understandably. "Yaudah Mama takein drink first yes, it happened that Mama had made mango juice."

Hearing the mango juice, Kenzi's eyes immediately sparkled. From earlier it felt he was very tired, and a little juice might be able to restore his strength. "Yes, Ma."

"Yaudah, wait a minute." Dian got up from the sofa and passed towards the kitchen.

While Kenzi looked at the curious television that his mother was watching earlier. But when he saw it, Kenzi did not intend to watch. Kenzi was confused by his mother, why her mother often watched soap operas whose plot was not far from the actor and infidelity. Kenzi alone who had never watched, only caught a glimpse, was bored.

As it is today, the soap opera tells the story of the husband left by his wife when the husband went bankrupt. Kenzi exhaled a long breath, he grabbed the remote and replaced it. And just as Kenzi was looking for a good television show, there was his country's football match against Thailand. "It's just exciting" said Kenzi happy.

Since college, Kenzi has rarely watched a football match on television. Though in the past when he was in High School he had a lot of time for it, even to stay up even Kenzi can still.

But now let's not play watching the ball, which is he just staying up late doing tasks that stack up.

"Kenzi why was it replaced? that was exciting again." Dian who just came directly said not accept. After putting the mango juice for Kenzi on the table, Dian sat next to her son while trying to grab the remote in Kenzi's hand.

"Ih, Ma. I rarely watch tv, now I used to." Kenzi smiled sweetly trying to melt his mother into giving up.

"You're in college instead of taking a shower, it's watching tv." Dian didn't want to give up.

Kenzi and Dian threw words at each other to make one of them give up. But because of his mother's speech that made Kenzi dizzy himself, as a result the man relented and chose to drink the mango juice.

"Well that dong, mending you abis drink directly shower. Your body stinks, your face is also so. Shame on having a guest."

"Yes-yes," Kenzi replied. Being near her mother does have to be a lot of patience, because Dian's hobby likes to babble. Even so Kenzi still loves his mother, even proud. Because his mother never complained, even when exhausted.

With his family Kenzi feels at ease, he is grateful to have a warm and harmonious family, while out there many people his age are broken home because of their families are not harmonious.

Behind his attitude that likes to play games with women, Kenzi is actually a good person. It's just that he's wrong to deal with the pain of his past events. Kenzi knew what he was doing was wrong, but for now he still could not stop it. At least until he can take away the pain. That'sallthatis.

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