Perfect Son-in-law

Help Seek

“I ... Call me Glo!”

Samudra answered his question with a small nod. “Ou, okay, Glo. And you, may call me ... Sam.”

The girl who claimed to be named Glo smiled back. “Sam. Okay.” Thumbs up in front of the face.

Not much conversation after that. A pair of Samudra's cruiser tires had already rolled down the road.

The people around the barrel that the Ocean passed, cheered to see him piggybacking on another girl he meant. Samudra is not a single bachelor, she has a pretty lover. And the scene that is present today, adds to the assumption of his neighbors, that he is not a goodboy.

'Kan tamvan! Honey, it's not useful!

Thus only the light smile of the Ocean responded while giving a thumbs up to the people, or rather; a little showing off and making fun of their combo.

Glo looked timidly behind the back in the army jacket that Sam was wearing. Getting rid of the face is quite uncomfortable.

Samudra decided to drive Glo around looking for the address of his friend's house in question, closing his business without burden. The task of the man is quite piled up actually. Seen from several serviced motors that were loosened with messy organs in the workshop, just hit for the sake of helping a girl in the middle of nowhere.

The search effort was quite difficult, because the number of friends in question Glo still could not be contacted from yesterday. Unfortunately only the name of the region is known Glo, without being given the address name in detail.

Dozens of people have been questioned, even children and seniors. No one knows the name of the person Glo mentioned.

As a result, they just muters are not clear about gasoline.

“We stop first, deh. I want to coffee,” Samudra said. Glo agreed in a small voice.

Uncomfortable making things difficult for people, Glo's face clearly felt guilty. He plays with his sweaty fingers. Ocean Cruise began to drive slowly and then stopped right in front of a traditional coffee shop on the side of the road, opposite a large resort owned by a famous family in Jakarta.

Glo went down first, there was a strange look on his face, but the Ocean was not aware. The young man followed after his motorbike parked well.

“Black coffee should not be too sweet, Sir.” Samudra started ordering. “Glo, what do you want to drink?”

“I'm mineral water!” One medium-sized bottle laid out on the table was taken by Glo.

Sam simply nodded then sat side by side with the girl on a long bench in front of the booth.

“Please coffee, Bang.”

The father of the owner of the booth offered the Ocean order which the young man received with a smile.

“Thank you, Sir.” Hot coffee is sipped slowly full of appreciation.

Glo, after taking a sip of his drink, the phone in hand was played in circles. His face stared at the streets with a sour look.

Samudra who understood that expression then asked, “Cannot be contacted?”

Glo's gaze was drawn to him then shook his head. “But.”

One palm of the Ocean rose patted Glo's shoulder which looked beginning to despair. “Propay, yes.”

And it turns out that the simple thing managed to make Glo a little electrocuted. Seulas sweetly snarled smile with a nod. “Still.”

The ocean smiled back, then back to lead to a coffee that had just been sipped a little.

But only the glass rose and was about to touch the lips, the roar of a luxury car also several motorcycles passed through the wide street in front of the booth stealing the attention of the young man.

His head swerved following the strands of the car just like Glo or the father of the store owner and others who happened to be there.

But one of the cars seemed to attract the attention of the Ocean. He even moved from his seat to observe more closely. Glo looked at it with a frown.

“Lussi,” murmured. Thick eyebrows above the eyes meet each other in wrinkles. “Times yes to him, anyway?” the stick wasn't sure enough. He made a phone in his pants pocket, looking for a contact name for him to call.

Call connected, but no answer. The ocean again repeated tapping on the green phone icon, while looking back and forth toward the high gate of the resort. The cars got in there.

“Tumben not lifted,” babblenya start riled. His pair of legs walked back and forth while continuing to play the phone.

One other contact was in contact, and that was Mada.

“Halo, Mad!”

Mada's lazy and hoarse voice across the phone signifies the young man is still in ‘forced unconscious’ mode. “Lu kemaren anterin Lussi to where? Really nyampe airport, 'pan?” samudra Cecar.

“Ampe front of the plane instead!” sahut Mada.

“Serious cave, Shucks!” The eyes of the Ocean again turned towards the resort.

“Gua is also serious,” hardik Mada does not want to lose. “Elah! No confidence very much you ama cave!” The man's voice was clear. His soul may have been gathered.

“Lu wait for him & his plane to fly?!” ask Samudra again.

“Umm ... no, Sam.” Mada. “Tar cave fell in love with your girlfriend, if you look at her for a long time ampe ngilang taken plane.” There was water pouring nearby. Maybe he's thirsty, or washing his face.

The ocean is upset. “Down this one!”

“Serious cave, Ocean!” spray Mada. “Tu girlfriend lu cave anterin ampe sitting sweet in corsi wait. Abis's a new cave dwelling," he explained. “Why, anyway, Sam?!”

“...” Ocean silent. The tall gate was again looked at with a cloudy face, while the phone was still stuck to the ear. “But the cave eye cannot be wrong,” murmured.

“Lu said what, Sam?!”

The question of Mada across the ocean was ignored. The call closes and puts the phone back in your pocket. The approach of Glo who still does not understand his behavior. “We're leaving!" take her to the girl, then pull out the wallet. “Coffee with how much mineral water, sir?”

The gaffer replied quickly, “Fifteen staves only, Bang!”

The right shards were given the Ocean, then pulled Glo's hand to immediately leave the place.

Cruise is back on his bike with Glo already perched in the back seat. Helmets they did not even have time to wear, so hurriedly the behavior of the Ocean.

Glo's face grimaced with fear. The bike is driven Ocean like a turbo. “Hey, be careful!” his screams reminded him, but not the man. In front of the road blocker, the Ocean turned back in the previous direction.

It turned out that the high gate of the resort was the one the man was aiming for. The motor stopped and parked everywhere. The shocked Glo descended quickly.

The ocean had already walked forward toward a security guard. “Sorry, Sir, please ask.”

“Yes, Mas!” the middle-aged security guard blocked the gate bars.

“In dalem what event, yes?” ask Samudra's. Glo was already standing beside him.

“Oh, the!” The security guard pointed inwards. “Airrival ceremony, Mas.”

Samudra nodded thinly, then asked again, “If you may know, whose fiancee yes, sir? You were in one of the cars, I like someone who knows.”

Pak Satpam's forehead is wrinkled. The appearance of the ocean from top to bottom.

Realizing he was being observed, Samudra then said in a puffed-up tone, “Leave answered aja, Sir!”