Ocean&Samantha

Doubt it?

"Samudra, do you have time?" said a sixty-year-old man as soon as he popped his head on the doorstep of the Ocean Room.

The ocean looked up and smiled knotfully. "Grandfather? When is the ocean busy for Grandpa? Of course I have time." The ocean smiled, pausing its activities at that moment.

"Busy?" Baskoro placed his sitting position on a long sofa that was near a large window. The man sat with his legs crossed while taking out the cigar box and pecking it.

"Lumayan, Cake."

Baskoro smiled again. "When will your S2 plan continue?" A thin puff of smoke came out from Baskoro's mouth. With quick initiative, Samudra shifted the ashtray at the end of the table, bringing it closer to Baskoro.

"If the patient's business here isn't too busy, maybe next month."

Baskoro mangosteen understands. Throw cigar ash into a small ashtray and then go back to sucking deep into the end of the snuff.

"Good..." Said Baskoro while nodding his head slowly.

"Later after your studies are over, this hospital will also be yours, son."

The ocean grinned for a moment. He knew that if Baskoro had spoken, no one would be able to stop him.

After all, several times he refused to take over the old men's businesses, Samudra did not feel good to again reject Baskoro's plan this time. The hospital and the ocean are one unit. He would rather be a doctor than a businessman like his grandfather and Samuel.

"Later tonight your grandmother wishes you could have dinner with us. You have time, don't you, son?"

The ocean nodded quickly. "Of course I have time for you."

"Good, grandma you'll be happy."

Back Baskoro sucked deeply in the cigar between his fingers, then exhaled thin smoke from his mouth and nose.

"Okey, Grandpa wait for you tonight." Baskoro turned the cigar into an ashtray and stood up. Patted for a bit his expensive formal suit, then walked towards the door of the Ocean room.

The man with a sturdy body also swiftly opened the door for Baskoro. "Grandfather go first, don't forget about dinner tonight."

"Yes, Cake. The ocean is coming."

Baskoro patted gently on the stocky arm of the Ocean and smiled briefly.

"Look..."

Baskoro turned to look at his grandson. "What else, son?"

"Please cut down on a little grandpa cigarettes. Okay?"

Baskoro. "Hahaha you know, son? Grandpa and the cigar are an inseparable unit."

The ocean again grunted quietly. He is now aware, his stubbornness apparently decreased from the grandfather.

"You take it easy, son. Grandpa's lifespan is still long, hahaha!"

The ocean grinned a little. "Grandfather be careful on the road."

"Sure! Grandpa go first." Baskoro walked back to leave the Ocean room. Although the man in his sixty years was walking with a cane, his dashing aura and leadership were still evident.

....

This afternoon the weather is sunny, but thankfully the heat is not to sting the skin. There were some white clouds hanging in the light blue sky. The clouds are like cotton, sometimes also shaped something if seen by humans who imagine high. Until he saw a cloud that formed like two people hugging. Netra Samantha blinked, ah now her melancholic soul thrashed.

"Well, aja uwu, hadeh!" thought Samantha. He suddenly missed the ocean. Samantha slowly drew a small smile at the corner of her lips.

The girl is currently in a city park. Maya, her mother. This park is a historic park for both parents. It was here that Maya and Samuel met in person for the first time.

Samantha chuckles as soon as she remembers the story of Maya. The girl is now beginning to miss her parents. How are Maya and Samuel in London?

Samantha exhaled a rough breath, until her attention was now fixed on the flat object that had just sounded. He immediately shifted the picture of the green phone until a heavy sound was heard from there.

^^^ Where are you?^^^

I'm in the park, why?

^^^Sama?^^^

Alone, Brother.

Samantha paused for a moment and smiled slightly.

Is this brother still in the hospital?

^^^Nggak^^

Em, where are you?

^^^Look at you who are smiling by yourself while looking at the clouds^^^

Huh huh?

Samantha spontaneously rotates both eyes. Looking around the park, looking for a figure of a sturdy man with mustaches and sideburns that adorn the face of his face.

"Sister Am... How can it be here?"

"Can dong..."

Samantha smiled excitedly, looking at the figure of the man who had always filled her head.

"Where do you know I'm here?"

Samudra smirked a little, he was busy opening his phone and showed a picture of Samantha who became his whatsapp status.

Oh of course, the man could tell where he was.

"Have you had lunch?"

"Not yet."

"We're lunching together?"

"Hm," nodded Samantha enthusiastically.

"This time I'm the dealership, hehehe." said Samantha, chuckling.

"Is this a rich story?" kekeh Ocean.

"Ish, my mistress' sister?" Samantha conical.

"Haha! yes sorry. Big brother kidding me, why are you angry?" The ocean chuckled, her big hands resting on the top of Samantha's head and stroking her gently.

"You want to carry a car to a car?" ocean Goda.

"No!" Answer the girl still with cute pursed lips.

....

"Sister..."

"Hm?"

"Yesterday Dad called, asking about my college."

"Continue?"

"I'm taking design school."

"Good dong." Answer Samudra lightly while enjoying his lunch.

"In Paris." Samantha added.

This time Samudra stopped his lunch. "Why should Paris?"

"That's the fashion center there. Trus Dad's got an apartment there, too."

"When?"

"That's next month."

The stiff expression now Samudra showed.

"Can't be delayed first? Or... You choose another fashion school? in Boston for example? Let's get together?"

"Did?" The girl gawked not understanding.

"Next month you also have to go back to Boston. S2 brother." The ocean paused for a moment. While this beautiful girl in front of him could only be silent while stirring uneasily his drinking glass.

The momentary silent atmosphere.

"Or before you continue S2, we'll get married first?" Suddenly the Ocean.

Netra Samantha widened, her lips even slightly opened. Don't know what to answer. That quick?

"We are also engaged. Moms-Dad must have agreed to our marriage as well."

The girl just nodded slowly. Although his face suddenly implied a little doubt. It was no doubt of his love for the twenty-five year old man before him at this moment. However, becoming a wife at eighteen? Will she be a good wife to her foster sister?

Though a few days ago he was convinced and impatient to get married to Samudra, why is he suddenly worried?

"Sammy, are you ok?" Samudra asked, his thick eyebrows slightly raised when he saw the girl before him currently daydreaming.

"Hm, I'm ok," nodded Samantha.

"Ntar tonight join brother dinner with grandpa and grandma Baskoro. You want to, right?"

Samantha looked up slowly, again nodding doubtfully towards the Ocean. "Yes," great-grandson Samantha.

to be continue...