Perfect Son-in-law

Ocean Story

The next day, Samudra did not return to Kalimantan. He promised his superiors would follow tomorrow.

Riani's funeral is over. Samudra and his family accompanied the body.

About the House Steward, in the end the man had to deal with the law. In addition to the violence he committed on Riani, the other cases were open one by one.

While at the funeral, Juragan Wangsa had shouted laws for Samudra for the cause of Riani's death, but Agus Bagja-Dayah Riani, denied it. The accusation is too ridiculous. He opened many of his testimony about the behavior of minus son-in-law and former business partners. Many people around including some of his employees, then come forward as witnesses. The ocean was freed without challenge.

Agus Bagja almost prostrated himself to the ground at the foot of the Ocean to apologize for his past mistakes, but the Ocean actually retreated not to touch him. It won't be easy. Just a sentence, ” I've forgiven.” Even if it feels heavy to say.

There was a lightning hate that was still strong in the eyes of the Ocean for Riani's father. But the grievous death of Riani-his daughter, Samudra had no heart to [at least] teach the old man a lesson of stroke sitting in that wheelchair.

God's reply was more shocking, the Ocean was waking up.

 

“Sorry I just told you about this,” Samudra said to Glorien after being in his small house.

Glorien chose to sit on the end of the bed. “What's risk. I'm just surprised.” Suddenly her beautiful face turned pity. “What pain did you live in jail?”

That question brings the mind of Samudra back to a time where it was thrown like garbage in bars. There is pain, hate, disgust, and a sense of wanting to drown without coming back. “That time, if that choice existed .. I would choose to die, Glo!”

Glo stroked her husband's upper arm for support.

In the memories that actually did not want Samudra to remember, immediately the face of the most senior and powerful Regar-convicts at that time, looming in his eyes like a deadly disease.

There was a flash of anger in his highlight.

He remembered how Regar presses his teenage head to rest, while Regar himself stands with his pants that have been drooped to the knee.

The ocean was forced to satisfy the tattooed man's lust with his mouth. But violently and constantly trying to rebel, the Ocean refused. As a result, he was beaten by Regar and his men so they could not get up again.

At night the ocean shivered hot and cold. No officers came to help. The groaning is not heard. One of the men of Regar even deliberately spat on his face, giving rise to a foul smell as the Ocean wiped him trembling.

Unknowingly Glorien sobbed. Ocean Stories are like the cartoon movie ‘Hachi wasps a kara’, which he always watched while crying when he was a child. But this is definitely more sad.

“Glo!” Samudra. “Do not cry. Plis, it's just the past!” The cheek of the wife with both palms. “Now I'm fine!”

Not responding, Glorien instead hugged the Ocean tightly. Pressing his head on the chest of that field, continued to spill his cries there. No words, his throat was completely choked.

The ocean kept wiping his wife's head.

“I promise, I won't be as weak as I used to be!”

...*****...

The next day, Samudra actually returned to Kalimantan. He must work hard. Glorien and his son will need a bigger house in the future. He has to find a lot of money. Even though his heart was still in disarray, would he and Glorien continue to be together? Or just be a memory in an album that does not move?

For now, at least that hope is still there. He continues to despair in every do'a-do'anya. Hope Glorien wants to keep everything with himself who is nobody.

Mada returned to Jakarta last afternoon. The workshop began to be re-operated for a bite of rice and delivery for the mother. The ocean trusts him to leave the young man, may Rohan no longer interfere.

 

No other than Mbok Rum and also Mr. Jo.

Yep! Mbok Rum came to Sukabumi the place where Glorien settled at the moment. At first he was surprised to see the appearance of Glorien who began to bulge, but then managed to control himself after Pak Jo patted his shoulder to give a calm.

After being satisfied hugging to let go of the miss, the old woman then told something.

“What, Mbok?! Papa's sick?!” Glorien's surprised response.

“Iya, Miss. He kept thinking about Miss." Mbok Rum's face looks clear.

Mr. Jo who also drove, approached. “Master doesn't want to bother Miss. He just wants to meet.”

Glorien was a little worried. His face then turned to Darius who was sitting on the other seat in the living room, like asking for an opinion.

Darius did not say a bit. His voice is very difficult to read.

As a child, Glorien must have been anxious for his father. But the ocean's not there. To contact, he didn't even have the courage.

Darius understood the turmoil of his daughter-in-law.

“Will you guys return here if I let you go?” That might be a chance for Glorien to leave. But in truth, he did not believe Rohan Pascal had any other purpose. The honesty that Darius believed from the haughty businessman, only limited to a father who missed his son. The rest is completely gray.

Mr. Jo and Mbok Rum simultaneously turned to Darius.

“We will send you back after all the business is over, Sir,” Pak Jo replied as the wind blew.

Darius's breath fell from his mouth. “I hope you guys don't lie. Glo must return before Samudra.”

The distant old Darius' back was stared at by Glorien with a still feeling of indecision. But he must. Rohan needs. At least three days. “Kalo so I get ready first, Mr. Jo, Mbok.”

“Mbok coming, Miss!”

Glorien.

The two quickly walked up to the rice fielder behind Darius' house, towards the tiny house.

Until the goal, Mbok Rum closed his mouth with glazed eyes. In his heart, how could his nona live in the middle of a paddy field with such a small house? Is he happy? Or just force yourself?

Glorien understood the manner of his silent nanny while circulating a look at every part of his house moping. “Mbok don't be sad. I'm happy to live here. This small house is more comfortable than Mbok kira.” He smiled, showing how well he was. “Samudra and his family, treat me already rich princess," he continued while combing his hair in front of the mirror.

Mbok Rum approached and stood beside him.

“Mbok believe, Non.” The comb was taken from Glorien's hand. “Liar Mbok sidelined.”

Glorien responded with pleasure.

There is no deceit in his eyes like dew.

It doesn't have to be a treasure that is a benchmark of happiness --- - for anyone!