
...Author point of view....
The day had changed, the next day Kenzo immediately met his mother, to invite his mother to talk, about the departure of himself and also Kiara. Speaking of Mr. Kusumo, his father allowed Kenzo to take Kiara with him. Now Kenzo is in the living room, waiting for his mother to come, with his father sitting next to his position.
Kenzo will not be afraid anymore, to reject the words of the mother, because the request of Yuni, Tinna's mother, is considered inappropriate, If the child, along with Kenzo and also Kiara.
“Mah, Kenzo just went the same Kiara. Not with Tinna.” said Kenzo to the point, when his mother just sat in front of him. Their distance is separated by a table between the two sofas.
“Loh? How the hell is that? Kan Tinna needs your help, Kenzo. Aja mamah same papah already nitipin you to aunt Yuni, fitting we again work outside the city.” obviously bu Kusumo refused, Kenzo hissing do not like.
“Kenzo and Tinna relationship is no longer the same, mah. Mama can't maxain that. Reply especially? Is not enough, the matchmaking that is practiced the same mama papah when Kenzo ama Tinna was a child? Besides Kenzo also already have a wife, not worth it if rich so.” reply Kenzo at length, Mr. Kusumo who was focused on the tablet, now turned to look at his wife.
“What do you mean? Ko is gini. They are clearly wrong with our family. Especially child. Papah also did not agree that Tinna joined Kenzo and Kiara.” said Mr. Kusumo with a tone of protest, ma'am Kusumo mendelik, he was even more cornered if it was like this.
Finally, Kusumo resigned and relented, he would talk later to Tinna, and his mother, if for example they could not go together. Because Kenzo himself balked, as well as his papa too. Bu Kusuno snorted, finally he left the living room, leaving Kenzo and Mr. Kusumo who sat quietly and refocused on his tablet.
“Pa, thanks yes.” said Kenzo broke the silence between the two.
Since he was a child, Mr. Kusumo only focused on his work, playing Kenzo was very rare, can be counted by the fingers every month. Mr. Kusumo was busy looking for money, because he thought, money is the foundation of the integrity of a family. And until now, even though he himself can not work even though, because it has been successful once, but Mr. Kusumo is still working, at the age of 57 years.
“Kenzo and above yes, pah.” without hearing the father's answer, Kenzo immediately walked up, leaving the living room.
But something reminded him of the package he always sent to Kiara, but not his wife at all. Kenzo went straight out, he closed the door to his house again, and went down the main stairs to set his feet on the floor of his yard.
“Eh Den Kenzo.” greet the security guard at the post that is a few meters from his spacious home page.
“Here there is a regular nganterin package right?” asked Kenzo without a ba-bi-bu, Jojo's elderly sir was trying to remember.
“Hah? Usually if the package I always put, Den, but no kok.” replied Jojo security guard was honest, Kenzo frowned suspiciously.
“OK, Mr.” replied Kenzo flat, before the moment he came out of the fence of his house, then drove his sports car, which was parked originally in front of his house.