Perfect Son-in-law

Sia-sia Warning

The black BMW that drove him to the campus courtyard, had just left. Glorien stared at him until he disappeared from behind the hoard of fence plants he used to hide.

Convinced that all was safe, with a sling bag swinging on his shoulder, he ran towards the ordered taxi that had stood a little far to the right of the road.

With all the confidence that has been saved since his conversation with Mbok Rum, he went to drive with the taxi to a place.

It took at least an hour and fifteen minutes to get to its destination. Glorien came down on a doubtful footing.

The taxi behind him had passed, and now he was petrified.

The mechanical building at the end of the road there was a little filled with burden. Asphalt under his feet for a moment he looked down, then began to step after successfully convincing himself that what he was going to do was not wrong.

“Excuse me!”

Glorien's soft voice distracts Mada from her busy job unloading a motorcycle. “Ya!” sahut Mada looked up and stood up. Black oil filled his hands.

The unraveling hair on the cheeks was tucked behind the ears, Glorien was really nervous. “A-what ... Sa-Samudra, is there?”

Mada had not answered, her eyes were busy looking at Glorien's face which felt familiar to memory.

Not a taboo thing actually, when there was a girl coming to the workshop and immediately asked Samudra, dozens of girls with various faces had Mada served until he wanted to vomit his bolts and nuts all together. Oceans are like sugar.

But this time, the face of the girl in front of him was enough to make Mada jerked at once interested in not causing nausea. He has managed to remember that face through social media and the internet. “Glorien Pa-Pascal!” Directly his round, leafy face looked at the part of the road with a scared face. Afraid that Glorien might bring his father's terrible army. But there was no one in the yard but a few people and riders who were moving in passing.

Little Glorien was surprised to respond to his name just called Mada. “Ka-you know me?”

Mada's view returned to Glorien. He swallowed and then nodded stiffly. “Please enter, Mbak.” His right hand he pointed to the inside of the workshop.

Although it was quite strange with the attitude of the young man in front of him, Glorien remained frenzied without asking. Foot tiered flat white shoes began to swing with his hands tightly holding the sash rope.

“Please sit.” Mada re-directed, and Glorien did it again. One chair was filled with doubtful movements.

Mada took a sitting position in front of the girl. “Mbak what's looking for Ocean?” Without further ado Mada asked. No offers of drinks or anything else as an opening. Moreover, the call 'Mbak' sounds haphazard, but he just pede.

Glorien. “A-I ...”

“Samudra is not here!” Mada told jeret.

“A-what?!” Glo was surprised by that. “Where is he?!”

Mada. Scrutinized into Glorien's eyes that seemed to be filled with anxiety. The mind is designed to formulate answers. But before that, of course he was vigilant to ask, “Sorry, once again I asked ... what is it Mbak Glorien looking for my friend?”

Mada's question jolted Glorien. Information of the absence of the Ocean in that place, quite pinch the hope of his arrival. “I ... I just want to ingetin him, so be careful,” he said then ducked.

“Means?” Mada.

Confusion is painted on Glorien's face without excessive makeup. His gaze circulated throwing away his nervousness as well as his fear.

Mada was still waiting with both hands thrown folding on the table.

For a moment Mada thought. “Sure!” answer later.

“Please get the Ocean out of this city. I'm afraid my papa did something to her!”

Mada. He lifted the body more upright, then banged his back to the back of the chair. A cynical smile was singled out while turning his face to the right side.

Glorien looked at him astonished. “Why are you smiling like that? I'm serious!”

Mada gave his gaze to the girl. “Unfortunately you are late, Ma'am.”

“Means?” Glorien doesn't understand.

“Samudra fell into a coma for four days after being beaten by unknown people. And those people ... had called the name of Mbak Glorien as a warning for Samudra.”

Glorien's pair of eyes instantly widened. “A-what?”

“Iya!” sure Mada. “Mad's dad is moving faster than you thought. The ocean has been battered.”

Unseen, Glorien felt his entire organs stop functioning. A single tear rolled down his cheek and was then struck on the skin of his trembling arm. “La-then ... where is the Ocean now? Wh-how is he doing?"

Looking at the fragile gnarled face of the girl in front of him, Mada's heart was touched. There is a sincerity that Mada himself does not understand what the implied meaning behind it. Love ... or just pity?

And now the sweet black youth was beginning to worry. Should he tell Glorien the existence of the Ocean, or remain silent as Darius asks to keep it a secret for the safety of the Ocean in the future?

******

At four in the afternoon, Glorien arrived at Pascal's mansion.

Mbok Rum welcomed anxiously. “Miss finally home! Aunt prepare a meal, yes.”

Glorien shook his head in a doldrums. “I'm not hungry yet, Mbok. I'm gonna take a break. Please Mbok don't bother me first, yes,” the door, then step up grillily up the stairs. Tread by tread felt heavy supporting his own body. Luckily there was nobody there except him and Mbok Rum. Martin and his mother would be like firecrackers if they saw him in such an ill-fated condition.

Arriving at the room, Glorien fiercely locked himself. Leaning his back to the door leaf with his face turned up. Clenching eyes while breathing. “Tuhaan,” hisses tight.

Then his head looked down at his flat stomach. His two palms began to creep lovingly caress that part. There was another life in her womb. A lump of flesh that although not alive, but has managed to pinch the other side in him that actually feels strange. Like the whirring of blood flow that spreads and then forms a sense of wanting to protect.

Recalling that, the fragile tears fell back on the floor near his bare feet, after his base had come off a moment ago. “I have to how, Lord?” Glorien complained. “What if Papa finds out I'm pregnant?” his weakness felt deadlocked.

The shadow of abortion goes back across her mind. But a moment later suddenly the face of the Ocean changed control. Mada's story about the man's condition was so jolting and painful that his fragile heart became increasingly helpless. “All because of me!” Glorien is crying.

Moving out of the door, his soft bed he was on. Putting yourself and your face at the bottom of the pillow. Spilling all the taste there.

If time could be turned, he wouldn't be that reckless.

B-erkubang just sorry. Everything is done, can't be returned.