Perfect Son-in-law

Karma - Surprise Again

Being an inmate with no fault, Samudra served an [certain] sentence that he should not have. Five years is not a short time to be said. The ocean suffered while trying to be strong for that long.

Beaten, plucked, deprived of food rations, to be forced into slavery the lust of the senior inmates who thirsted because there were no women there, which in the end Samudra was again battered by refusing.

As hard as he lived in the cold prison bars.

Ocean even felt disgusted at himself for being weak for too long. His strength came after almost a year he was there. Dare to fight because the demands are also tired of enslaved fellow inmates - even though he's just a scapegoat in fact. Life is sometimes that stupid.

And at this time, his encounter with Riani, instantly re-emerged the feeling of resentment in his heart for all the pain he felt.

But ....

Who would have thought that feeling of wanting to destroy could turn weak and fragile in a time that was only a matter of minutes.

The ocean is indeed vengeful, he hates Riani and her family, but God .. actually rewards everything faster than he imagined, even before he intends to retaliate with his own hands. Riani and her family were devastated at about the same time she was in prison.

Is that instantaneous karma enforced?

Now the ocean is pensive in a car that has driven home. He was replaced by Kang Omon. The ocean felt powerless. His body suddenly weak. Kang Omon asked why, only he answered, “Wind, Kang.” The man with the mustache nodded in understanding and told him to just rest.

The shadow of Riani's cry continued to loom in the eye patch. Feelings of compassion quickly hit the side of humanity. Five years dibui .. it was not a short time that was easy to accept, but the reward to the Riani family, involving many people who were sick and lost, it was enough in return.

Now Samudra thinks, ‘Jail may be a school, for her to turn into a more mentally tough figure’.

One hour of travel time is over. Kang Omon's pickup truck is parked well in Darius' yard. The ocean came down and sat down on the terrace bench.

“Or Akang kerokin, Sam?” asked Kang Omon feeling concerned.

“No need, Kang. Drinking aer anglet trus sleep baikan also like," reject friendly Samudra.

“That, her?" Kang Omon frowned. “Ya has. I'll go back first. Here's Akang taro's car keys on the table.”

“Iya, Kang. Thanks yak.”

Kang Omon nodded then passed.

In the hours leading up to Ashar as it is today, Darius may still be on the plantation, while Miana is still on campus or maybe in a halfway villa.

The simple house looks empty.

Clutching his suddenly painful head, Samudra stepped inside the house. But not until the step of tracing the doormat that says ‘welcome’ in front of the door, a voice interrupts.

“Samudra.”

It wasn't too loud, it sounded even more like a groan, but it managed to steal the Ocean's attention to turn around.

Precisely caught a body that stood a few distances behind him, the heart of the Ocean suddenly too fast. His eyeballs even grew. “Glo.”

Slowly raised steps closer towards the Ocean. With eyes dripping clear circles, Glorien looked chaotic. “Sam.”

The ocean felt like it was dreaming. He was silent. Glorien was already standing right before him with his face looked up due to his incomparable height.

“What are you doing here?” tanya Samudra was confused. From the girl's tears, her gaze then turned to another place where a Glorien thrust suitcase stood at the end of the terrace. “You're running away again?”

The ocean glared in shock. “You are really excited anyway, hazy-blur?” the question is not thought out. “Trus from where do you know I'm here?”

In his speech Glorien replied, “Mada.”

Make the Ocean turn the eyeballs hearing the damn name. “Portice!” he said, then looked back at Glorien with concern. “Yes, you sit down first. I took a drink bentar.”

Glorien nodded then sat down on the chair that the Ocean had occupied. While the man chipped into the house to get water.

A few moments later, the two sat down to fill each of the seats - blocked by a round table in the middle.

“How are you doing, Glo?” The ocean opens capably.

Glo's attitude seems unusual. The ocean clearly knew the girl was in trouble. But why run to him? Wouldn't it be more murky if they were to meet again like this?

Assumptions began to fill the head of the 24-year-old man.

He also recalled how when he was beaten by Post-Elegants to a coma. Then the current appearance of Glorien ...?

“I'm pregnant, Sam!”

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Doesn't change the lightning challenging the sky.

The notice was like electrocuting the entire soul of the Ocean. “A-what did you say?!” I hope he hears wrong.

Glo quickly stomped his face towards the man. Tears still faithfully broke on both blades of his cheeks which were now tapered. “I'm serious. I'm pregnant, Sam! Pregnant your child!”

Heart jumped. The ocean is literally like being electrocuted by thousands of volts. THE K-O!

“Ha-pregnant?”

“Ya!” sergeant Glorien, then back down, looked at his fingers that crumpled each other on the peppercorn. “Usanya eight weeks.”

In a fraction of a minute the ocean freezes with eyes still wide. The disbelief is still tempting. But looking at Glorien's watery eyes, he knew.

“Trus I have to how, Glo?” he asked after controlling his surprise.

Glorien turned his head back and looked into the sad eyes of the man before him. “Married me!”

The freshly worn shock instantly returned again. The ocean is getting confused. “But your papa? Your family?”

“That's why I escaped!” serobot Glorios. “I won't kill my son, Samudra." Voice weakened. “Papa makssa I made this baby fallout,” continued despair.

An invisible blow struck the soul of the Ocean. There was a flash of stifled emotion in his highlight. He was silent at all times.

Until Glorien's voice then resuscitated him, “Why, Sam? Do you also want me to kill this baby?”

Again, the heart of the Ocean jumped at the question. Now he moved from his seat. With a bent position, he held both shoulders Glorien, then said, “Dengerin me, Glo! .... Even if I'm not a good person, I'm not a killer! For God's sake .. No matter what happens, we have to keep this baby! Baby in your womb! Our baby! Our flesh's blood!” Then the body of Glorien in the deck. “I must be responsible and trying to take care of you.”

Responding word for word to the man, the instant Glorien's feelings warmed. It's all in an inexplicable day. Slowly, his two hands were raised, stiff in the air, then coiled adhesion at the waist of the Ocean. “I know you're a good person.”