Perfect Son-in-law

Villa

Entering the plantation area, it turns out that the road passed is quite steep. Waved, rocky and unpaved. Glorien forced his car to keep going, though it was toothed and swaying, he did not give up for the big tender he was mandated to.

An investor from Germany, wanted a glass villa, with a large area that is cool, environmentally friendly, away from city pollution and noise. The investor fell in love with Glorien's achievements in architecture and structuring, he wanted Glorien to work on and find the right land. Shortly after meeting with the client, Lola found the plantation Glorien was currently tracking.

The owner's villa is located at the very end of the plantation.

If Glorien manages to get the owner to sell all his assets, it is certain that Glorien's pockets will be fat with money, complete with great appreciation from his papa and company.

This tender is somewhat a side for Glorien, because in fact he was busy taking care of the hotel that Rohan entrusted to manage in the city center. Glorien currently belongs to the category of young, beautiful and accomplished CEOs.

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After going through a short but slow journey because the track is still dilapidated, from a distance of several meters, the villa is already visible, towering and majestic with giant pillars connected one and the second floor.

An empty land under a shrub coconut tree, Glorien parked his car there. He went down carefully and closed the door.

The beautiful scenery around the villa was enough to steal the attention of Glorien. For a moment it circulated the sight of enjoying the cold which was how rare it was in Jakarta. Until his gaze then fell on a middle-aged woman who had just exited the main door of the villa. The woman took with her a large black polybag filled with garbage which she then put in the sink. Glorien approached with steady steps.

“Excuse me, Bu.”

The mother immediately looked. “Iya, Neng?” He frowned because he did not recognize the young woman in front of him.

“Umm ... The owner of this villa is inside?” Glorien asked directly.

The mother looked inward. “Oh, Sir ...” Then look back at Glorien, “Iya, there, Neng." He smiled kindly. “Neng guest, yes?” tanyanya berlogat Sunda.

Glorien was silent for a moment, then then nodded stiffly. “Iya. Yes, more or less so, ma'am," he replied. “It so happens that I have important business with him.”

The clear mother of her look and demeanor was a housekeeper, smiling again. “Kalo that, hayu oruh in. Soon to try.” He looked up, staring at the cloudy glare at the height of the gray clouds.

“Ah, yes, Mom. Thank you.”

Followed by the mother who walked first in front of him. The view is still busy obscuring the contents of the villa along with all the details of ornaments and parts. “A unique classic building," he commented silently as he walked.

“Please sit, Neng. I call you upstairs first.”

Glorien nodded with a smile. He sat filling a luxurious sofa in the middle of the room.

Six minutes from the author, the mother of an unnamed maid had descended from the second floor.

“Aduh, sorry, Neng. Master, you're not on top, are you?”

Glorien got up from his seat. “How is it, Bu?”

“Yes, nothing, Neng. What's behind ya, ngoprek motor butut kayak kemaren?”

The maid was confused, let alone the unfamiliar Glorien. He asked Glorien, Glorien asked who?

“Aibi look back first, yes.”

“Oh, Mom!" Glorien pulled the hand of the mother who was about to turn around. “We look for both, yes. My time is not much about.”

The two walked towards the back of the villa. A long corridor passed by them. Glorien's eyes were quite busy stealing views of various paintings along the walls of the corridor that had a high ceiling.

In the steps to so many, the mother stopped her steps while shouting, “Gusti! Mother again boil eggs! Forgot!”

Glorien responded in a panic, “Trus, Bu?”

“Neng himself to the back. Just turn left one more time, straight to!”

Glorien was confused, while the mother had run like a turbo.

In the end Glorien relented, raised both hands and lowered them. Continue the goal with quick steps according to the instructions of the mother earlier. ‘Remove once again, direct sampe’.

Glorien dyed with slow steps. Until his ears then heard the sound of cratak-kratak in one part.

“Oh, there,” said.

The building is separate from the main building. Stick with a kitchen that is deliberately designed outside the room. Roast tools are lined with more than one. It must be a barbeque special.

Glorien's steps had arrived in front of the warehouse whose doors were wide open. Someone was crouching in front of a weathered Kawasaki AR125. His hands were busy twisting the bolts and nuts that he would either open or tighten, which obviously the person looked serious. Glorien's footsteps in flat shoes did not touch him.

“Excuse me,” Glorien speaks in the style of courtesy as possible.

That guy was clearly a man. He had not turned around to welcome Glorien's greeting. Not even answering. Either not hearing or how.

A cold aura suddenly ambushed Glorien. He rubbed his neck for goosebumps. The atmosphere of the warehouse is a little gripping even though the light from the door gaping wide. The drizzle began to fall and spread around. The atmosphere slowly darkened. Glorien's imaginary fantasies are starting to go awry. He imagined that the person was a ghost, then shuddered in horror.

“Excuse me!" repeat again in a slightly louder voice.

He managed to steal the attention.

The screwdriver that was played put the man on the floor that looked dirty and oiled. He turned his head towards Glorien and ....

As the sound of thunder boomed at the height of the sky, followed by a sudden torrential rain, Glorien's pair of gnawed eyes widened. Their views have met.

“S-Sa .. mudra,” hiss Glorien in disbelief. His heart and heart started beating each other. There was an invisible blow attacking suddenly. His legs let out a pull back his body until a few steps back.

While the man in front of him looked expressionless. “Whose you?” ask him on Glorien.

The puddle of saliva inside the mouth was swallowed by Glorien with great difficulty due to the choking. “Suara .. the sound is thicker. He's not the Ocean. I must have gone mad,” monologue of his heart. “But his face is really similar.”

Enforcing the body tries to regulate the turbulent taste. Withdrawal of breath to normalize yourself that is like a fever. “Ke-introduce, I'm Glorien.” One hand he stuck out to the man who looked like the Ocean, trying to put a natural attitude accompanied by a friendly smile that seemed stiff.

The man nodded with a still ordinary look. “Will.”

Glorien's hand instantly cooled as the person shook his hand back. He swallowed back. In order to eliminate nervousness, the view to the left side is discarded.

“You need what you came here for, Miss?”

Glorien's gaze returned to him. “Umm ... i. umm ... can we talk in a more comfortable place ... Mr Will?”