Perfect Son-in-law

Meeting - Recognition

I was down and hoping it was all just a dream. I wish the ocean could come back. But look at that sight now ... Glorien wanted to burn it - burn everything he ever wanted over the Ocean.

Suppressing his feelings, Glorien turned his face away, not wanting to see that.

Lola gaping. “Kok I like to know that guy,” he said while staring up the low stage in front there.

Mario who replied, “She Samewise Will, a young businessman from Moscow.”

“Moscow?" Lola frowned in wonder. “But his face is even rich opa-opa korea." He looked at the face he meant.

“On that I don't know,” said Mario. His attention shifted to Glorien who remained silent with his face down staring at the drink glass before him. “Glo, are you okay?” the question was like finding an awkwardness in the woman's look.

Glorien lifted his face looking at it. “I'm fine, really. Just a little unwell. I think I'm sapped deh.”

Those words provoked more attention from Mario. Raised his hand to touch Glorien's forehead and flipped through it. “You want me anter break to your room?”

Glorien shook his head. “No need. I'll be with Lola. Tar you're being searched for again." Try as much as possible to smile.

“Gak apa-ap-”

“Mario!” Someone called out to the man and interrupted his words.

Glorien smiled. “Tuh, kan.”

Mario smiled back. His head was funny. “You are real,” he said standing up. “Kalo I went there first. You don't forget to rest.”

“OK. Thanks.”

And Mario's treatment did not escape the attention of the Ocean which has now come down and has filled the seat with Jesslyn and another woman who looks old.

For four years he watched Glorien only through the internet with the news that was obtained. And now ... see directly his figure still makes the Ocean rippled heart. He was indeed vengeful, but in that grudge .. still tucked away at least a speck of warming flavor. His gaze slammed in the other direction while smiling wryly.

“Can-can be cave.” He mumbled softly.

“Will.”

Jesslyn surprised him. “Iya, why, Jess?”

Jesslyn had a sad face. “I think I should go now. ... My shooting can't be delayed. Totally have to finish tonight.” He lamented.

The ocean took his hand. “Nothing, Jess. I also want to rest.”

The two eventually parted in different directions after hugging each other and saying goodbye to the show's mp.

The number eight pressed the Ocean inside the elevator now. The figure that would take him to the hotel room he occupied from this afternoon.

Whether fate is playing tricks, or coincidentally it is as ridiculous as that, he and Glorien meet and collide in the corridor towards their respective rooms.

Both retreating equally.

Glorien was still holding onto his shoulder from the collision. “Sorry. Excuse me," he said, passing straight through the sturdy body of the Ocean, trying to hold himself back as hard as he could.

“Wait ... Miss Pascal!”

The splendor of the Ocean shocked Glorien. He stopped but did not turn around. “What's up, Dear Mr Will?” Ask formally between heart palpitations.

The ocean looked at that back with a sinister smile. Both hands had even slipped behind his two pants pocket. “Have you found the land that Miss wanted?”

Glorien mendes4h rough. “Not your business, Mr.”

The ocean chuckles thinly in the style of selenge. “I want to sell the Villa,” he said toying.

“I'm not interested!” glorien.

Ocean chuckles. “Good. Chance is lost then!”

Glorien closed his eyes, then turned to face the man. “Is there anything else, sir? If there is none, I should take a break!” emphatically.

This time an amused smile was shown the Ocean. “There!” said. He stared at Glorien's face with a look immediately changed coldly. “You were right, Glorien .... I am indeed Ocean!” After the confession, he left without looking again.

In the next instant, the sound of shoes rang out loud stomping the floor. Glorien ran towards his room at the far right while smothering his mouth withholding tears.

After twenty minutes passed.

BRUG!

The door slammed shut violently, making the busy Glorien cry, shocked in truth. “La!” reproofing.

“Glo I inget Will it looks like who!” Lola, with a gasp of breath she said quickly, “Sekara-” But her words stopped immediately after noticing Glorien's unusual face. “Glo, you cry?” tanyanya approached and sat down next to her best friend. “What's up?"

Glorien looked into Lola's eyes, then ducked down, continuing his cry again even now sounding as hiccupping and louder.

“Glo, you-” Lola's eyes giddy widened. He began to realize something. “What because of Mr Will?!” He held both of Glorien's shoulders with a demanding look. “What's he Ocean, Glo?!”

For a moment of silence, Glorien then nodded with tears continuously breaking. “Iya, La .. he's Ocean," he answered almost choked.

“Oh My ..” Lola grabbed him in her arms.

“Sabar yes, Glo,” he said concerned. While stroking Glorien's arm in his arms, Lola asked, “Since when did you know that?”

Glorien replied with difficulty, “Since you sent me to Villa Kelapa. He owns the villa, La.”

“My God! The world is so narrow, anyway!” cry Lola. “Kok can he idup again?”

That's her! Similar questions also controlled Glorien's mind and mind from the beginning of his encounter with the Ocean.

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The ocean was blown away after entering the room. Standing frozen behind the door. Staring with an empty bed that is still neat. Jas was already draped in hand after he violently escaped in the corridor earlier.

Spending a minute, he walked closer to the bed.

“Sial!” dismayedness. Somehow the tie around his neck was suddenly difficult to remove.

It turned out not to be as easy as his sweet plan of facing Glorien. Facing directly with the person instead eats mental that is not just any. Samudra was quite frustrated with his weakness on that one.

All were aware of it after their first meeting in the coconut villa. It was still as strong as a Glorien magnet, and Samudra had no antidote to at least banish it and return to being arrogant.

On top of that plain white bed sheet, the man splashed down on his back. The unattractive ceiling became as straight as his gaze. His mind was still fantasizing about Glorien whom he could honestly never forget, though revenge was still burning in the trough there.

What kind of grudge will satisfy her heart?

Don't know!

Until his phone ring then goes off and destroys all the themes. That includes luck, because he is automatically free.

A short sound, a message went into his WA.

 

Assistant Doesn't Erase; Open your laptop! David and Ernest managed to hack Pascal's important data. We have to move!

Finished reading the message, Samudra auto rose from its fall. Gurgling grabbed the loppy he had placed on the nightstand table, then opened it.

For a second his finger danced over the keyboard, then he smiled, ranging from faint, thin, half wide, to completely widened. His eyes immediately sparkled brightly. What David sent was completely satisfied with his response.

Feeling quite euphoric alone, the laptop folded back. His gaze now struck the wall on which a 16th-century painting stood.

“Rohan Pascal .. time to make you a distraught.”

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