Perfect Son-in-law

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Jakarta, Thursday night, September 2016, at 08:40 local time.

The heat of the Jakarta air despite the night, makes the oriental-faced young man fond of wearing a slightly sultry kutung t-shirt. Tear-tear jeans featuring a private berandal, but still charismatic handsome despite oil straws. His hair is often tied in a hun style.

The plastic bag contained a pack of rice paddies, swaying on the left hand of the Ocean. A pack of rice for himself. Mada told me through a chat message that he would not return to the workshop tonight or maybe more, because of an affair he said was a system emergency. The lazy ocean asked further. Let it be as good as the behavior of the rancid.

The location of the workshop was still about fifty meters away from the current walking distance. The atmosphere suddenly quiet in the surroundings. There was a free concert without a ticket of a famous band on the edge of the field, making everyone spill over to the event. Unfortunately the Ocean is not interested in crammed for the face of famous people. He was wasting his time thinking realistically.

“No! Don't wanna! Don't force me!”

The shout faintly caught the ears of the Ocean. Step terminated. A pair of firm eyebrows met each other forming a deep twitch. “Whose voice is it?” he mumbled to ask no one. The ears are sharpened to ensure that he does not hear wrong.

“Please! I don't want to come! Toloooong!”

Aye! His ears still function very well - Samudra is not congenial.

A gurgle ran after being able to ascertain the direction of the scream he had caught. It turned out that it was from behind a small building that led to the doorstop of the train - the cigarette bar subscribed to Samudra-Tongkongan the Kamprut, so the name.

“Woooyy!! Why you?!” the young man shouted while pointing his index finger forward, where two people were pulling between arms.

“Please me!”

It was clearly a girl. His legs were swept forward and backward, trying to escape wanting to run. He screamed for help, turning towards the ocean. “I don't want to come with him!” The girl kept thrashing. A man just kept pulling him into a sedan.

Fast response Ocean, “Lepasin, Anjim!” He approached walking quickly. “Gua broke your hand, want?!” suddenly threatened by a hotshot.

BUGS!

Just one raw bogeman Ocean's fist in his jaw, the pug-of-a-bitter man was already knocked down with his nose splashing blood. “Damn it! Cave face!” his screeches while holding his face which is confirmed to be bruised in a moment. “Awas you, yes!” He threatened back while crawling backwards.

The ocean moved with its hands still clenched, as if it was about to hit again.

“Ampun, geez! Cave go!” The snub was frightened, flushed into his car, then drove as fast as the wind.

“Your coward, Ugly!” olok Samudra chuckled.

After the sedan completely disappeared in the darkness and the atmosphere returned to silence, the Ocean turned to look at the state of the girl who had been saved. “You're okay, right?”

The girl approached with her legs still trembling and both hands linked together in front of her stomach. “I'm fine. Thank you,” said slowly at a glance lifting the face looking at the Ocean, then back down. Still scared apparently.

“Sama-sama,” reply Ocean, then ask again, “Where are you from? Why is it around here malem-malem?”

The soft voice of the Ocean seemed quite comfortable to hear. The girl replied smoothly “I'm looking for my friend's house. But do not meet and even stray here.”

The Ocean's forehead creased again. “Trus ugly guy earlier?” While sweeping the look of the girl from top to bottom. “Soluteness kelik tenacious keket.” His heart gives value.

“I don't know! He suddenly piqued me to come with him,” I'm the girl.

The ocean nodded in understanding after it managed to digest. “Definitely ni gals considered eggplant on her own road. Here's the usual place for maggots ugal-ugalan.”