Women's Backlash Considered Weak

The Fisherman's Village

Kenard is preparing to wear a black jacket with the Black Horses pride logo. He was about to leave the Linn family home page. Using his big motorbike that Xavia had previously given him.

Xavia Linn stood beside him immediately meeting some of his men who were sitting on their respective bikes had just arrived. With a sharp dominating eye highlight he let out a command-pitched voice.

"Some of you, go follow Kenard to the front of the house, make sure he's safe!"

Instantly they turned their heads when they heard Kenard's name called. Their expressions even seemed to be in disbelief seeing the man who was now standing in a simple look with a t-shirt and jeans, his skin turned a little dark. Almost makes them not recognize if they see a glimpse.

"Kenard?" billy asked in surprise as he got off his bike. Looking up and down as if unsure.

"You you are that? Our chief of battle?" ask him again.

All the members who were there, saw him also smiled happily. He stood around Kenard, like he was looking at an idol actress in front of them.

"After two years, you disappeared without any news. He never even showed his face in public. You're so outrageous, letting us keep looking for you, Kenard." Billy shook his head while chuckling at Kenard's one shoulder.

Kenard smiled forcefully, he looked confused with all of them who were classified as many.

"Explain to us, actually ... Where have you been all this time? You disappeared like you went into a rock."

Kenard scratched the back of his head, confused not knowing what to answer. Because his memory has not fully recovered.

Kenard looked strange in front of everyone. They looked at him as if confused by the attitude shown.

Xavia cleared his throat dampening the noise between them. "You better not ask too many questions right now. Because Kenard is in an unstable state of memory."

"What does that mean, Miss?" billy's question represented his garden's question.

"Yes, Kenard is having amnesia, he doesn't know who he is for now. But ... Good thing I met him, it is inconceivable that he was found by the gang of enemies before us."

They must understand. Billy drew closer to Kenard, holding his shoulder staring at him in concern. And so do the other members.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you, Kenard. Now thank God, you're back in good shape. We can go back to being a solid team defeating brave enemies!"

One hand Billy pitched upwards waiting for Kenard's hand on it.

Kenard saw sincerity in their eyes. He quickly put his hands on Billy's, followed by the rest of the members.

"Agreed!"

They embrace each other. Kenard shed tears at this moment. Even though he did not remember anything, he felt very happy in his heart.

"Now get ready. Keep Kenard going to the fishing village, until he comes back here!" command Xavia.

"Ready Miss Boss!" said one of the men setater motorbike followed by three other people in the back.

Xavia looked at Kenard with a smile. "You finish everything there, don't forget to come back" he said.

"For sure" said Kenard. Turning the motor saline, covering his head with a helmet.

Xavia stood in front of the courtyard of the house waiting until they left one by one. He could not wait for Kanard's arrival.

***

The roar of motor sounds filled the front of the simple house, belonging to Celia. As soon as he heard the crowd of the owner of the house came out to see the situation.

He was curious and suspicious at once. Because usually there is never a motorcycle like this.

He stared warily as they looked like bad people. Celia made it clearer, while fear ventured out of the house.

His eyes widened as it turned out that there was a Kenard between them. Sontak made him ask in the mind seeing Kenard walking in front of him.

Celia stopped Kenard from entering the house. "Ken, who are they? Why are you with them? Did you make a mistake?" tanyanya fear.

A man who had been neighbors with them, also came out curious about what happened.

Similarly to the other citizens, they came out to watch and gossip with their respective assumptions.

"Celia, my coming here is, to finish everything. Do you know what? After going to the city, I finally found my true identity. Who I am, what my job is, and where I live."

Celia stiffened, she forced both corners of her lips to smile. "really? Then, how?" tanyanya heavy.

"Yes, Celia. And I came here to take my things, and tell you. After this I'll go back there."

Celia shook her head for a moment. "You say back?"

"Yes, I'm going back to my real place." Kenard was so enthusiastic that he wanted to return to the city immediately.

The members saw them still on the bike.

Celia kept shaking in refusing. His eyes turned red, looking at Kenard in front. "Then, what about me, Kenard? you want to leave me here alone?!"

Kenard let out a heavy sigh, he was confused as to what else to say to this woman.

"So many things we've been through these two years, Ken. You even want to marry me, don't you? But why should I leave now. No, I don't take this!"

"But this is my real life, Celia."

Celia held onto both of Kenard's hands, with a face full of pleading.

"Ken, please, stay here with me, don't leave me alone, Ken."

Kenard remained silent in front of Celia. He seemed to feel sorry for this woman.

The gang members who came with Kenard looked impatient. Billy got off the bike approaching them. With a stern and cold face he instantly removed Celia's hand from Kenard's.

It made Celia both shocked and scared.

Everyone knows that Kenard liked Xavia all this time, sure

he just doesn't like this woman.

"You'd better give way, let Kenard come in and get his stuff. You stay away from her" Billy said.

Celia was still staring at Kenard, she hoped that this man would undo his intentions. "You're not really going, are you, Ken?" ask him again.

Billy and the other members stood beside Celia. Prevent from getting close.

"Don't stop him from leaving. Because this is not the real place. It's the city where he is! You better get away from her!" remember Billy with a threatening tone.

the people who saw each other looked at each other. Some speak in whispers.