Perfect Son-in-law

How Can?

Like a statue, the Ocean stood tensely with a stern look. In front of him, Glorien was yet unconscious. The wound on his temple had been rubbed.

That face he once looked at with a sense of adoration. That figure once filled his soul. Even his whole body, there was not a single part that he had never seen. Now the whole part is in front of him. There are many opportunities for Samudra to execute the woman who almost became the mother of her child.

Sharpened blades, disposable saws, dozens of cutters laid out in place, the Ocean could skin and mutilate Glorien whenever he wanted.

The memory of the pain when the woman sent the divorce papers to the prison, still scratching her, stacked with news of her son's death, all the cruelty that Samudra wanted to do. But unfortunately ..he is neither a psychopath nor a cold-blooded predator. Half his soul is still possessed by the white angel.

In the end he threw away his face, then turned around to choose to leave not wanting to be a loser.

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The clock pointed at 4.37am.

A pair of eyes opened slowly and then blinked.

One-third of Glorien's fainting is asleep. At midnight, the dizzy attacked. He closed his eyes again this morning. Enjoy the mattress-say it belongs to his enemy very calmly.

While holding the head with one hand, his body is lifted supported on the other hand that presses the mattress.

After perfectly adjusting his eyes to the light, he then looked around the space. “Where is this?” he asked no one, not himself. “Not a hospital room,”.

Glorien was confused, he did not recognize the room he was currently occupying.

One glass of water on the bedside nightstand was grabbed and then gulped half the volume to drain his dry throat. Afterwards, in order to find clarity about his whereabouts, Glorien forced himself to wake up. Carrying his steps stumbled without paying attention to his appearance that was still chaotic.

Arriving at the door, he returned to look. The atmosphere looks foreign. Step by step forward, follow the other part while dipping like a thief.

A large room he entered. There is a fireplace on the left with the embers still slightly lit. Obviously, not long ago someone or maybe more was there. Even though it now seems empty, leaving one cup of coffee on the table that is only half left.

Glorien continued to step.

Until something on the nightstand that holds mini jars, steals his attention.

A photo complete with a carved name carved in wood, Glorien raised the object. Staring at his portrait with widened eyes. “Samewise Will.” He read the name in a quiet voice but could not hide his surprise. “So he's Samewise Will, a young entrepreneur who never showed his figure in the media?” Then put it back in place a little tight.

Glorien was silent for a moment to just massage his temple which was still dizzy. “Pantes aja she's arrogant,” she says feel silly. But the next second, time seemed to throw him into a vacuum. He began to realize something. Glaring while exclaiming, “Omaygat! So I'm still in her villa?!” Then quickly turned around to get out, but something interrupted.

The cell phone he had not realized was on the table side by side with the coffee, sounding aloud. Call in from someone. Glorien approached the object while wailing towards the door, anxious that the owner would suddenly come and find it in a presumptuous state.

The phone rang again after a few seconds.

Glorien took it in doubt. The screen lit up with a picture contact photo of Sopo Jarwo, stared at without moving to lift. The name listed there, ‘Assistant Gak Ngotak’, a little make Glorien smile funny. “Segitnya," he comments go hand in hand with the death of the call. But the next second, a chat message came. Glorien spontaneously reads as it appears at the top of the screen.

Deleted the funny smile on his face in an instant. Something made him freeze like being forcefully smothered by an invisible hand.

Pick up the phone of the Samudra cave!

A snippet of the message he read.

“S-Samudra,” murmured with a heartbeat that immediately exploded without command. “Not possible!” He nodded in disbelief.

To make sure, without thinking about attitude, the phone was about to be disassembled with fast motion, but unfortunately, locked with a pin that did not know what the details were. “Oh, Lord. Is he really Ocean?” His heart is getting restless.

The same number calls.

This time Glorien chose to lift it before it was cut off again.

Connected calls. Calculation of start time, and ....

“Woyy, Ocean! Take your gel, huh? Long time pick up the cave phone! Lu again ber4k what, huh?!”

One loud bang returned to thicken Glorien's entire soul. He recognized that voice. Voices .... “Mada,” hiss raucous.

“Iya, cave! Hapa lu-”

Mada. New to the change in the color of the voice of the interlocutor. He immediately cut the word, then the phone turned it off before continuing to talk further and screw things up.

The time of the call that ended was glorien gazing at with tears that were dripping down drop by drop. The phone that was clasped loosely fell under his feet, no longer strong for his palm to grasp. She trembled, threw herself on the floor and cried there.

The shadow of the news of the death of the Ocean then crossed his head and hit like it was going to kill. That pain feels like. And now he knew the fact that he had been fooled.

“Why?! Why lie to me?!” He roared full of regrets.

In the doorway, the glaring Ocean looked at the woman in chaos with a fiery cry. He came because he heard a strange noise in his room.

“What are you doing?” He asked after swallowing his hard and hard spit.

Glorien was aghast, reflexively raising his face and finding the Ocean standing not far from him.

It was no longer the loving gaze it used to be, it was as if it was going to swallow him alive, Glorien realized.

“Samudra,” he mentions that name with raucous.

The ocean itself is jolted. He had not expected, Glorien would find out his mask so soon.

“Who do you mean?” As much as possible Samudra was indifferent.

But it instantly shocked him when Glorien suddenly crawled closer to him and ended up underfoot. “You're Ocean, right?!” his tan while shaking the hands of the Ocean, looking up at the face demanded the answer he was so eagerly waiting for.

This time the ocean is trapped. Should he rebuke Glorien's body that won't come off? Or embrace it following the conscience at its sensitive point which is honestly also fragile?

“Release!” her door was then with a cold tone and a flat face straight forward expressionlessly. There's no other option. He must remain calm so as not to sink into his disgust of pity.

One thing was emphasized in his heart - he was no longer the Ocean. The stupid ocean.

“Please your own hands well, or I do by force?”

Glorien felt his world stop. His roar was not heard let alone cared.

His grip over the hand of the Ocean loosened slowly, then loosened and ended up drooping under his two bent thighs. He ducked deeply with his shoulders shaking, unable to stop crying. The pain at the end of the chest will separate the soul from the body.

How can a sea be like that?