Perfect Son-in-law

Give Up Again

About Sakti. Actually Glo never had a heart for that guy. Besides feeling close as a friend, the rest are not. But because Sakti's efforts are also Lola's encouragement that continues to force, he finally wants to try.

In a garden, a horizontal striped iron chair, Glo and Sakti were sitting there. A piece of wind slapped their faces.

An ice cream merchant, standing on the right with a happy face, was surrounded by children waiting in line for their ice cream turn. Glo watched with a smile.

Another from Sakti that seems very uncomfortable.

“You want that?”

Glo. “Ah, ngga-”

“But I boughtin.” Sakti is going away.

The ice creamer and the kids he went up to and mingled there. A minute later, two ice cream cones filled the man's left and right hand.

Glo responded with a smile as Sakti began to approach. One cone received with a happy heart and then thank you.

“Sama-sama,” Sakti replied no less happy.

Within minutes, like a child, the couple was solemnly enjoying their snacks.

Until the second, Sakti had to convey what had been arranged in his head since the beginning he asked to meet at this place.

“So you want to work in Hongkong?” Glo's response after hearing Sakti's words that sounded regretful, hesitant was also stamped.

Sakti nodded worriedly. “I have to try, Glo. The job was my dream from long ago.”

Glorien nodded in understanding, though it looked heavy. “So we're LDR-an?”

Glo's statement made Sakti feel deadlocked. He did not prepare an answer to that question.

His decision to leave just wanted to get Glo used to it far away. And if later they had to break up, Glo wouldn't be so bad. As for the word break up itself, Sakti has no guts to say it. Let Glo catch his breath and get bored on his own without having him cut the rope in between. But had time lifted and could have made it on par with Pascal, perhaps the story would have changed.

“Forced, Glo.”

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The plane carrying Sakti to Hong Kong has been high through the clouds. Glo stared with a heavy heart from behind the glass of his car.

Not because of love, but a shared habit that makes the departure of Sakti as if something is missing in him.

Glorien let out a heavy sigh.

Again, he must make peace with the situation also said ‘releakan’.

. . .

The car returned. Leaving the airport area empty.

Lola couldn't come, because of a job demand from Mr. Jo who sent the girl to an area.

Glorien himself.

Fortunately, since graduating from college and starting to join Pascal, he got permission from his father to drive alone without a driver.

Now the wheels of his car roll back on the streets as if eroding time without a story to remember.

Glorien didn't want to remember anything in the past. He will begin his concept of life with a forward flow.

But one thing he left out of so many; still diligently visit the grave of his baby every weekend or in his spare time, as he will do at this time.

Such activities Glorien did without the knowledge of anyone except Lola. Sakti didn't even know she was married, pregnant and giving birth. Because at the time of the tragedy, Sakti was in Malaysia for his education.

Just past one street in the junction to the cemetery, Glorien's cell phone rang.

The car stopped and then stopped. The phone still sounds, he put it in the ear. “Hallo, La.”

Apparently Lola called.

“Don't forget today you have to go to Bandung, Glo.”

Lola's notice surprised her.

Glorien forgot about the task.

“Glo!” tease Lola in line.

“Iya, yes, La. I went this afternoon.”

“OK! The location I sent to your WA, yes.”

Lola deleted her 'lo-gue' greeting to Glorien because of Rohan's pretentious reprimand - her irritated comments at the time.

“OK, thanks, La.”

The phone returned Glorien to the bag. He turned around, 'not to be at the funeral. The distance of one kilometer to the place will be a waste of time if continued, and Glorien must arrive in Bandung should not be too late.

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There is no Mbok Rum who is always keen to take care of it. The old woman inexplicably said she wanted to go home and miss her granddaughter since so many things happened in Pascal. Glorien sadly and with a heavy heart.

Now he has to prepare everything by himself. The stuffing of the suitcase he was carrying even seemed scrambled in a hurry.

Under the stairs, Martin flashed with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Glo's steps came to a halt, as his cousin started acting up.

“Kalo until you fail this project, I will take over everything!” threatening Martin, smiling cynically then sipping his coffee then passed shamelessly.

Glorien simply glanced over while continuing his steps.

Choosing a mute when dealing with Martin, is the most correct ninja path, according to him.

All neat, the car is ready to run. For a moment Glorien closed his eyes to at least chant the do'a. Do'a for safety, followed by the hope of success. The next second he began to drive away leaving Pascal's courtyard.

-----Time Skip--------

Four hours to reach the destination. The sky is orange. Day starts afternoon.

Glorien glanced back at the phone shortly after exiting his car, likening the address Lola had sent to the low gate she was currently standing in front of. The gate was connected with an elongated left and right iron fence, somewhere at the end.

Quite a quiet situation. The cobbled road was longsong with no one passing through, other than his parked car on one side.

A two-hectare coconut plantation, in which there is a pretty magnificent villa.

Glorien got word, that the plantation owner had only returned to Indonesia for a few weeks, and now happened to be in his villa, in there.

There's a post not far from the gate. Glo called out to someone-perhaps a guard, who seemed to be asleep.

“Excuse me! Sir!”

Three times he repeated. Only then did the man respond.

“Iya me! What's up, huh, Neng?” ask the guard as he approaches. Kupluk tilted on the head he fixed.

“I want to meet the landowner here, Sir!” answer Glo directly to the point.

The father frowned. “Neng has made an appointment?”

Glo was a little surprised. Meet the landlords must also make an appointment? ask her heart to feel silly.

“Umm ... happened to be not yet, sir," he replied.

“Wooh!" The father scratched his head.

“Please, Sir," please Glorien. “I'm all the way from Jakarta.”

The guard now thinks, until .... “Then for a moment, yes, Neng, I try to contact the manager.”

“Please, Sir,” respond Glorien.

And the guy started fiddling with his phone.

Soon he began to talk. Gorien took a serious and hopeful look.

“Oh. He said he could, Neng. Bentar Mr. open the gate.”