Perfect Son-in-law

Workshop House

“Sit down,” Samudra said as he put his pack of rice on the table.

The girl he had just saved from the striped-nose man was still circling around his residence.

“You work here?” ask the girl, just talk. He sat himself on a chair with a round table in the middle which blocked one other chair opposite him.

With one glass of water in hand, Samudra replied, “Not only work, but also stay.” Then he gave the glass to the girl he did not know her name, because there was no introduction between the two specifically.

The glass of water changed hands. The scream on the girl's forehead was thick enough to respond to the Ocean's answer that had now been sitting face to face. “Live here?” repeated astonished. “In the workshop?” his heart is crispy.

“Hmm," replied Samudra briefly as he opened the rice package on the table. “Let's eat," he invites. “But sorry, there is only one pack aja.”

The girl blinked and then shook her head. “Ngak. You aja.”

“Yakin?” tanya Samudra made sure while looking at her. The girl nodded quickly.

The aroma of rice paddies fruited with shrimp balado as a side dish, yelling into the smell, making the Ocean can not stand to immediately devour it with spirit, no matter so the spectacle of one pair of eyes in front of him. “Yes already, if I eat first.”

Holding the glass with her two palms in front of her chest, the girl stared fixedly at the busy Ocean with a bribe after a mouthful of rice into her mouth. Rippling his heart saw an honest sight alone.it was the first time he saw. I don't know what the reason is.

 

Ten minutes later ....

“You want to go home, let me take you?" tawar Samudra after cleaning up his food.

The girl stuttered. “Ng-no! Home far! Ja-so .. Can I not, I sleep in your place? This one malem?” Said ‘ini’ he said long. Begging with tightly clenched hands in front of the face. “Tomorrow morning I promise to go to find my temen address again!”

For a moment Samudra took a look. From the looks of it, the girl was very simple. Blue shirt suits combined with loose jeans wrapped in a body that is actually quite attractive and high enough for the category of Jakarta women in general. Her hair was bangs, pigtailed out perfunctory.

“You are ... See it?” the girl asked, looking at the suddenly silent Ocean with her hands crossed with judgment. Inching her body because it was uncomfortable, too .. a little scared!

The ocean glares lightly. One hand moved to the waist, and the other scratched the nape that might suddenly feel itchy. “Ng-no! No why-napa.” Then return to the usual attitude. “What are you not afraid to sleep here?”

“Why fear?” The girl asked innocently.

The ocean increasingly confused take a stand.

“Ni chick beggo or what, anyway? Not afraid of what caves? His face is pretty cute.” He doesn't think out.

“No! Here sometimes there are strange sounds if it is malem!” In the end, it was that joke.

Another than expected, the girl jumped up and then slammed into the arms of the Ocean with a scared look. “Serious you? This place has ghosts?!”

This time the Ocean was successfully made to chuckle.

“I'm the ghost!” While polishing the short bangs forehead belongs to the girl.

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Her morning.

Rise with one palm resting on the mattress, then balance upright his body to sit.

Quite surprised and jolted, when a man found her sleeping soundly on a sofa not far from the single mattress that she currently occupies.

“Tuhaaan. How can I sleep in the place of a man I don't even know,” murmured while rubbing his face. “Die me if you're Papa tau!” Then he stared at the face that was sleeping on the sofa, glued, then the longer the more intense.

If looked at carefully, the man was quite handsome, he began to judge in his heart.

“Ngggg...?” He was looking deeper even until his head was tilted.

Ah, errata! Not quite handsome, but ... very handsome, even almost perfect.

A pair of eyes framed with pliable feathers, dense black eyebrows paddled firmly, nose pointed straight, lips red not thick nor thin as if waving for a kiss. Unknowingly the girl's lips were throbbing. Imagine what if his lips and the man's sweet lips were actually touching.

“Oh, my God!” He smiled at his own beauty while covering his face with both palms.

In the midst of a silly fantasy in the morning, suddenly the man on the sofa who became the object of his mind opened his eyes. Makes the girl flinch-dropping-blank look quickly 'do not want to be caught. “Dead me!” decit heart. Patting quietly with a grimacing face, aware of his own silliness.

“Hey, you why?” Ocean-she asked while lifting her body to sit down. Rubbing eyes that still shadow the typical wake up.

“Ah, I'm fine!” kilah the girl. “Cuma kebelet. Want to ask you where the toilet is, but do not dare to wake up.”

“Oh,” Ocean response. “From that door, you turn right. From there there is a look at the corner's most blue door. Well, that's the bathroom.” He explained in a hoarse voice with hand movements.

The girl nodded in understanding, then rushed up and came out.

The ocean is waking up. A glass of water from the dispenser, and then gulp it.

While in the bathroom, the girl looked around with a smile, starting from the hallway she had passed until it ended in front of the mirror in the room.

The man did look uracan, but everything in the building of this workshop house, looks neat also shiny. Quite critical about cleanliness, he again acted like a jury, pretentious to give value.

“Huhhfftt!” He dismissed his thoughts that began to spread fear and ngidul. “Mending me shower,” disconnect later.

A while later, he came out with a fresh body wrapped in the same clothes. Back into the house which is also one part with the workshop in front there.

In the doorway, the girl fell silent again. Room is in good condition.

“You have breakfast?” The ocean suddenly stood behind him with a plate containing all sorts of fritters.

“Ah, yes. Thanks.” Again the girl was wrong.

“Come!” The ocean hinted with a head-take the girl to a dining table consisting of only two chairs.

On the table were two cups of tea with smoke still billowing.

The ocean began to devour her without burden. Unknowingly, his indifference again stole the attention of the girl sitting stiffly before him.

“Abis breakfast, I shower first. Just let me drive you around looking for address.”

Ocean rant is considered stuttered again, ”Oh, a-anterin?!”