Perfect Son-in-law
Will is Not an Ocean
Luckily, the man asked Glorien to wait, while he cleaned himself up. Just a few minutes were enough for Glo to neutralize his turbulent feelings.
A cup of hot tea was presented in front of him after being delivered by the mother of the round-faced assistant before.
“Sorry. Make Miss long wait.”
Glorien bounced off the daydream, quickly turned to the source of the voice then said, “Ah, that's okay, Mr.” Tidying up a sitting position that is actually not problematic, in addition to nervousness that attacks a speck of nerves and then spreads throughout the body.
The man now looks different. Her hair was brushed back. A black jogger suit and a plain white t-shirt wrapped around his stuffed and muscular body. The masculine aroma rippled around like it was enveloped in all kinds of fragrances. Glorien's getting the wrong way with it.
“If I thought he was the Ocean, I was obviously wrong. The ocean is not as neat and sekritis it's about appearance, and also .. he's dead!” Glorien's heart denied bitter. “I should be aware of that. Although a thousand people who resembled him were present before me, the Ocean would not return. My ocean has gone.”
His pair of eyes then followed the movements of the man in front of him.
The opposite sofa was occupied by the man.
“So, what is the purpose of Miss to bother coming to my villa?” He asked in a position that was already on foot. The face of the pongah is engraved into a distinction between himself and the Ocean. Glorien added one point to his assessment.
But ‘Master Will’'s familiar face .. really disturbs his concentration. A million times he brushed aside, still thinking he was adrift at the semblance that seemed to be sent to play with his feelings. That face made him dejavu. But if you speak without seeing the face, of course Glorien will be labeled as a disrespectful human being. Didn't they?
Will is not the Ocean.
“Umm, look, Mr. Will ..”
Bringing along a professional attitude, Glorien began to be able to organize himself while speaking and expressing the purpose of his arrival after forcing himself.
The further, the more earnest Glorien's face was to ask for the estate. But his interlocutor was still flat like no matter what he spoke.
“So how, Sir? Is Mr Will interested? Or if you want to negotiate and object to the price offer from me, you can say how much you want.”
The man's response after Glorien had finished the conversation was completely unexpected. With a small smile, the man replied, “Sorry, Miss. I am not short of money until I have to want to sell this coconut land.” He then stood up and slipped his two palms into his pants pocket. “My answer is clear, right? If there's nothing Miss wants to talk about anymore, Miss can leave. The door is still the same as when Miss entered this villa. I still have a lot of business.”
Glorien rounded his eyes with a gaping mouth. The man's back is still seen climbing the stairs.
He doesn't think out. As much as he talked to the froth, the man only responded with a swipe.
“Lack of shit that person! Snob! I'm not done yet, uda go! Pake ngusir. I'm coming with baek-baek, saying baek-baek, too. Basic!” grumbled annoyed Glorien. “Tolol if I say he looks like Ocean!” he scolded himself.
Expressing his excitement, Glorien covered his face with both palms and elbows propped up on his knees, then reopened them and produced an increasingly restless look. “Where is this dong?” Throw a watch on the wrist. “Udah at five.”
All right, Glorien got up from his place, standing up. “Tomorrow I try again deh,” he said while staring at the top of the stairs above. “Now I mending search hotel.” Then breezed away leaving the place with a big heart.
On the second floor.
The man who owns the name ‘Will’ stepped slowly closer to the stairs and held it tightly until it was curly. “It's better your life after so much I suffered, until the death of our son,” furious. His gaze pierced the door Glorien had just passed. “Do not expect ... Miss Pascal!”
...*****...
The rocky road was hard to walk. Slippery because the rain keeps flushing. Glorien had trouble getting good visibility. The area through which is thick fog. He was still in the coconut plantation area and had not passed through the gate.
“Yes, Lord ...," he complained of fear. While the sky began to dark even though time had not reached the number six heading into the night.
His hands and feet kept trying to drive a car that was getting heavier. Until then ....
“Aaarrrrrggghh!” Glorien yells. It's out of control. The steering wheel slammed haphazardly until it ended up crashing into a coconut tree and stopped there in a fateful state.
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Around 21:05.
Ocean. Yes, it is him! Will is She-Samewise Will.
He, who was busy with a laptop in the room, was startled by the noise on the ground floor. He got up and went out to make sure.
“What's up?!” he asked from the stairs.
“This, Mr. ... the woman who came here earlier, accident on the garden road!” One explained in panic. “She fainted!”
The view of the Ocean immediately leads to a figure being laid down on the sofa. “Glo,” call it slow. “Is there any other wound?” he was a little worried too.
“I guess not, sir. Just a jidatnya aja ripped a little.”
Breath blows rough from the mouth of the Ocean.
Now he's worried, how to respond. On the one hand, he felt pity over humanity, while on the other hand, in the name of revenge, he should be happy because the woman was wretched without soiling her own hands.
And it was a pity ..His demon heart was still too weak to show its current existence.
“Download him in the guest room and have Aunt treat his wound.” Then passed and went back into the room without looking back.
The cell phone on the table reached the Ocean after actually being in the room.
Contact in the name of Mada was called later.
“Yes, Boss!” sahut Mada across.
“Mad ... Glorien's in the cave villa now. How do you suspect this is your work?”
“Serious you he's there?!” Mada surprised.
“Iya, Fuckers!” answer the irritated Ocean.
“Haha!” Mada even laughed. “Where is such a sweet coincidence ye, right?” songong. “Ya must be the work of your assistant ceddrass this is!”
Ocean grunting. “Trus abis gini want you apain, Taaan?”
“Who is the cave?” Mada. “Elu lah!” hatchlings. “Gua herd her there let you smoothly baleus deungdamnyah. Haha!”
TUT!
The phone was turned off Mada as good as the stomach.
“Back!” The ocean threw her phone on the bed.
“Constone cave is not that, Mada fucking!” kesal. He walked to the window and opened it. Letting the wind gush in like a guest. It's so dark outside. His sharp gaze highlighted a single point that was out of nowhere. His heart was shaking.
“Not just Glorien .. cave will ancurin Pascal to root!” Jaw tightens. “Rohan .. cave back here .. special to make you crazy.”
