Perfect Son-in-law

Oh Darius ...

As per Samudra's order, Mada closed the temporary workshop. The young man who was a year older from the Ocean chose to work at the house of his colleagues while hiding.

And evidently, shortly after the workshop closed, the men of Pascal's firm came back. It was clear who they were looking for, two people at once - Glorien was also Ocean.

Mada who is still in the vicinity is quite ketar-ketir. He was hiding in a neighboring house. The closed Rollingdoor was beaten by Pascal's men to cause fanfare. They only stopped after one resident said that Samudra and Mada were no longer there.

Mada rubbed his chest while exhaling a sigh of relief. Pascal's men have left. He was mobbed by residents to be asked what happened. Mada explained alakadar. A little bit of lying about misunderstanding. The neighbors nodded and felt concerned after hearing the comatose Ocean. They thought Samudra was just returning home to an ordinary village.

There is no gossip. Mada then went to the colleague's house which he intended from the beginning. In the end his life is no longer calm because of the damn Ocean. He kept cursing all the way.

****

“Let the child! Don't look for him anymore!” Rohan Pascal gave the order. Brushed indignant lightning in an irony expression. She's upset. Glorien's sweet boy is no longer sweet. I don't know what made him a failure after all he gave his daughter impeccably.

Saying disgrace, much he did not realize. Glorien's hazy action, obviously the girl felt burdened with all the rules Rohan made.

Mr. Jo nodded thinly. “Good, Mr.”

“You can exit.”

Mr. Jo nodded again, then resigned. The door of Rohan's room closed from outside without a sound.

Rohan pensive. The view of the city behind the glass is no longer beautiful. His life suddenly felt bleak. The boy he had been preparing to continue his business, suddenly became a rebel.

He turned around, walking towards his desk. There are photos of Glorien arranged to form metamorphosis, one by one stared at with sadness. He recalled the story of Mbok Rum last night. Glorien was depressed.

Ballet practice, piano and violin lessons, learning business and all the other rules, made the girl feel imprisoned. There was nothing he liked that he could do. Glorien is even ostracized by his friends because of Rohan's ban on hanging out with just anyone.

“Does Papa's rule make you that miserable, son? Until you dare to rebel? And now you're pregnant with a child of a delinquent.” Rohan muttered as he stared at one of the teenage Glorien portraits he had just taken. “What's wrong with Papa's rule, Glorien?” His voice became raucous. “Then what you like.” His throat suddenly choked. “Papa never even asked.” Her eyes are watering now. “Papa just wants you to be Papa's strong and proud daughter. Then now?”

...*****...

A week passed.

Glorien knew very well, with his unkempt connections, his papa would have easily found his existence, even to the pit of ants. But until this seventh day, none of them seemed strange. Everything is ordinary. There are no strangers around who might be his papa's man.

Maybe the half-century man had given up and completely thrown it away for daring to rebel and make things messy.

Now Glorien is beginning to give up on his life. Living with the Ocean was the end of what his father was fighting for. And that's enough to make him sad, actually.

Samudra is still busy taking care of the wedding needs that will last two days.

In the afternoon, he and Glorien were just about to start eating at the dinner table, but their activities stopped.

“Koh! I don't exist!” The sound of Miana's scream interrupts. Worried about the look of the 22-year-old girl.

The ocean lifted itself from its chair. “How is it, Mi?” tanyanya frowned.

“Yes, it's not everywhere!" miana said fretfully. “On the plantation said Kang Omon also does not exist!”

The ocean turned to Glo who was also looking at her, then returned to look at Miana. “At the place of brick making?” his tanyanya gave a possibility.

But Miana shook her head. “Mia was just there. Dad no.”

Miana seemed to think. “Tadi morning anyway, just drop pesen love the Sella aja.”

Sella is the name of Darius' favorite rooster.

“You didn't ask me anything else abis it?” ask Samudra's.

“Mia isn't too nervous, Koh. Coincidentally, Mia was busy finishing books for children who later came to Villa Singgah.”

Now they're overwhelmed. The plantation car is also still well parked in the yard. Darius cannot be far away.

“Maybe to the opposite village, Mi," said Samudra gave an assumption as well as a appeasement. “Udah don't worry.”

Miana pouted. “But not usually Daddy kayak gini, Koko!”

...******...

Jakarta. Main Building - Pascal Corporation

“Master, someone is looking for you. He's waiting at lobby.” Mr. Jo told.

Rohan responded through the eyeballs without lifting his face. “Who?” Then look back at the documents that are being studied.

For a moment, Mr. Jo was silent. There was doubt on his face to say.

“Jo!” Rohan reprimanding.

Mr. Jo successfully blinked, then hurriedly gave an answer, “Umm ... He said, he is ... his father Samudra, Mr.”

This time Rohan was interested in raising his face. His gaze was sharp and cruel as usual. “Bring him to the living room that is below.”

----

Rohan was sitting cross-legged with his back relaxed on the sofa. He waits.

After two minutes, Mr. Jo came in to bring the person he meant. “Please.” His hands were directed giving the man space to get closer to Rohan.

None other than Darius, he entered and passed Mr. Jo politely but was impressed. In his right hand, a large enough clear polybag contains a variety of vegetables that he picked from his garden, tertenteng no less hesitant.

Rohan Pascal greeted him with a sharp look. Not surprisingly to sit, his attention turned to the polybag instead. There was a flash of a cynical smile.

“Good day, sir," said Darius carefully. He was still standing, but the empty sofa was lying on his left side.

“What brings you to my place this?” the question was thrown a minute later from Rohan's mouth - not replying to the polite greeting of the village man in front of him at all.

From that tone of speech, Darius immediately understood, Rohan Pascal is not a person who is easy to talk to, especially for a lowly person like himself. But as hard as he was, he tried to be patient.

“It seems you are not a person who likes pleasantries,” said Darius. Lower the vegetable polybag in the hand slowly, until it is crushed under the floor. “My destination is here ...” For a moment Darius was silent. While Rohan waited silently, looking at him full of scorn.

“I want to apply Miss Glorien for Samudra.”