Perfect Son-in-law

Positively

Sakti was Glorien's upperclassman since High School, but they weren't even close enough to know each other. The two were friends starting from when Sardi Irawan-dad Sakti, officially became the personal lawyer of the Pascal family. Sakti was often invited by his father to events held by the Pascal family. From there the greeting between the young man and Glorien became an introduction that led to friendship.

Rohan Pascal doesn't mind that. Sakti is a good and well mannered young man. But even so, inevitably make Rohan open heart to accept Sakti as a partner for Glorien, quite limited to friends. There are many shortcomings that Sakti can not complete-according to him.

Rohan knows, Sakti liked Glorien a long time ago. But according to him, Sakti is not the standard that Pascal needs. He needs someone who can manage their family business smartly with the princess later. A perfect man from all sides, who certainly fits his qualifications.

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Dusk is not gloomy, even so bright. The orange sky nurtures the clouds that march swept by the wind.

Lombok is so beautiful.

Glorien and Sakti have been on the island since two hours ago. A classic villa on the beach has been reserved Sakti before. Now they are there.

As a confidant of Rohan, Mbok Rum also came with them, in order to take care and take care of all the needs of Glorien while in that place. Sakti didn't mind, because he could obviously have guessed from the beginning - it was Rohan's habit. It will not be easy to get time to settle alone with Glorien, even though he was so hopeful.

“Food is ready,” Mbok Rum tells.

Glorien and Sakti who were busy talking on the balcony facing the beach, suddenly turned at the same time towards the old woman.

“Iya, Mbok," Sakti said. “Come, Glo,” take him to Glorien while standing.

Glorien nodded with a smile.

The smile that always managed to make Sakti's chest dance as if to kiss the girl's sweet lips. Unfortunately he is not as wild as that to act as a man who just say ‘so mendamba’. His attitude was too strong compared to that stupid lust.

Arriving in the dining room, they were greeted by the aroma of a variety of dishes arranged almost to meet the teak wood table carved by famous craftsmen in the area.

“Wah, Mbok, lots of food! I think it's delicious!" Sakti complimented me gladly. One chair was seated later.

“Iya dong, Mas. Let a short holiday here be more memorable,” reply Mbok Rum smiled. Glo occupied the chair he had just pulled. “Happy meal!” said the old woman while also lowering the body. The position on the left of Glo was taken.

In silence in addition to the clanking sound of cutlery and plates clashing, Glorien suddenly stopped his activities. A pinch of omellete that he had just swallowed somehow made his stomach suddenly attacked by nausea. He smothered his mouth after throwing a flatware on a plate.

“Non, why?” Mbok Rum asked with an anxious frown.

The view of Sakti leads to Glorien's face. “Glo .. are you okay?” He asked along.

Unable to answer because the ingested food had gone back up into his mouth, Glorien ran quickly towards the toilet.

Mbok Rum and Sakti who panicked came running after him.

“Hueeekkk!” Spit out everything Glorien ate into the sink. His face was veined red a sign of the turmoil not wearing in his stomach.

“Non!" Mbok Rum rubbed his back with an anxious face, while Sakti rubbed the nape.

Glorien raised one hand after his body returned upright, hinting he was already feeling fine. “I think I got a cold, Mbok,” he said.

“Do I need to find a doctor?” Sakti offers.

“No! No need! I just need a break,” reject Glorien.

The three now walked back to the dining room.

“Kalo non to room only! Mbok make ginger water let stomach Non enakan.”

Glorien nodded.

“I anter.” Sakti swiftly grabbed her shoulders, escorting the girl to the room. “You sure you're okay?” ask again as they start to climb the stairs.

Both are now in the room.

“Ya. You rest yes,” says Sakti. He helped Glorien to crumble on the mattress and then blanket it.

Before long Mbok Rum came with a glass of warm ginger water in his hand. “Diabicin, Non. Let's get her stomach.”

Moments later after the ginger water bath given Mbok Rum, Glorien's eyes were closed. Sakti who was sitting on the edge of the bed was still staring at him with anxious feelings.

Mbok Rum just walked in after tidying up the dining table downstairs.

“Mas Sakti also rest. Non Glorien let Mbok guard here.”

Actually Sakti wants to be there, but being strong is also not a good choice. Mbok Rum will keep telling him to come out. “Yes, Mbok. If there's anything, call me, yes.”

“Iya, Mas.”

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Mbok Rum is not an ABG child who does not understand the circumstances and characteristics as shown by Glorien.

Since their arrival to Lombok until now they have returned home, Glorien situation is still the same. The girl still often nausea and vomiting, especially after eating. His hobby of enjoying sour and spicy food is quite an astounding change.

Sakti still believes that Glorien is still under the influence of motion sickness and colds. It was also helped by Mbok Rum who was convincing.

But other than Sakti, today armed with all suspicion and fear, Mbok Rum brought Glorien to a small clinic to strengthen his assumptions.

Although the employer's son refused and continued to say if he was okay, the old woman still insisted.

And currently in the examination room ....

“Congratulations, Mom, your daughter is positively pregnant. Age now stands at three weeks.”

Another of the doctor's smiles as he voiced his notification, Glorien's and Mbok Rum's faces were certainly the opposite.

Like being struck by lightning, Glorien suddenly stiffened in wide view containing no surprise.

And Mbok Rum, even though he thought that, he still jerked. His fear really came true.

“A-what did you say, Doctor?” Glorien asked. A tear rolls past the cheek.

In response to the expression of the two women in front of him, the female doctor frowned. “Ya, you are pregnant, Miss,” her birthday is reassuring.

“Me-containing? I-I mean Doctor, am I pregnant?”

“True, Miss. His age is currently around three weeks.”

Glorien smothered his mouth with tears that suddenly burst out. His head refused it. “No way," he hissed.

“Dok, my son must be in shock. Because she was pregnant in a household condition yak not good with her husband.” Mbok Rum takes on the role.

The doctor nodded his head at the sign he understood. “Yes. Whatever the situation, as much as possible keep the content yes, Mom. Fetal contact.” His face looked concerned.

“Iya, Doc. Then we excuse.”