Perfect Son-in-law

When Ocean ....

“Then how about this?”

The eyes of Glorien, Rohan, Lola and Pak Jo simultaneously widened.

Two small books in green and deep red, the ocean poked to the front of the face with one important part already blurred.

It's a marriage book. The marriage book between her and Glorien.

“Unfortunately you guys forgot this thing,” Samudra said. “I've never dropped any talaq.” He put the two books back in his suit.

“So legally, we are still legal as a married couple, Glo” he continued staring at Glorien while smiling victoriously.

“How can it?” Glorien sizzled then covered his mouth with a palm. “How can I forget it.”

“Give me the book!” Rohan asked with a furious voice. His eyes were sharp.

The ocean is making fun. “For what, Old Man?” he asked, silently looking at Rohan, then changing his expression to be as cold as the poles. “To make it easier for your daughter to marry someone else?”

Rohan grew angry, but could not say anything.

“It won't be that easy!” samudra toilet. He then approached Glorien. “You're still my wife, Glo. Who recalls yes,” he said with a grin. “Now you come with me.”

Glorien. Unable to pull over and thrash when the Ocean actually pulls him out.

“Don't bring my daughter!” Rohan yells.

Mr. Jo and Lola looked increasingly confused. On the one hand, they pity Glorien and Rohan, but on the other hand, Samudra is right, the marriage certificate has not been decided yet at the trial. They are negligent with the little things that are now actually boomerang.

“Pursuit that fucker, Jo!”

Although he knew the end he would definitely lose by the Ocean, Mr. Jo still nodded and quickly left to catch up. Arguing with Rohan is not a good thing either. The man will definitely vent his anger like anjin9.

And true as Mister Jo thought, he had lost even before doing anything.

Only until he and Lola were at the doorstep did three badass men block their path. Standing lined up to form a docked body fence.

“Tetep in your place if you want to be okay! Don't disturb the pleasure of our master.” One person gave a warning as well as an order.

Lola widened her eyes, surprised. And was even more shocked when something disturbed his memory that very second. He remembered and knew very well, who belonged to the strange logo on the clothes the three people were wearing. “Black pen,” hisses mention.

Black Pen is the name of a mafia gang that once ensnared and locked him up for accounts payable at that time.

Lola memorized exactly how their ferocious temperament was.

Mr. Jo turned to Lola, then turned his back.

He also dealt with the gang when he redeemed Lola for Glorien on Rohan's orders five years ago.

But ... how can those ruthless people refer to the Ocean as ... ‘Master We’?

Similar questions fill their minds. Including Rohan who is now standing behind between his two men.

He also met with bad eyes.

It turns out that the Ocean is not dry anymore as it used to be.

He had to be wary of the young man from this moment on. More than a quarter of his company has owned a man who is rightfully the husband of his daughter, although that is beyond his expectations as a father. So just say, for now the position is; ‘mertua forced’.

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BRUG!

The door was closed, following Glorien's body which was blown into the bed.

“Samudra what do you want?!” Glorien yells.

Tossing his body backwards until he hit the head of the bed.

While the Ocean that stood continued to advance approached. His gaze was as wild as a lion targeting its prey.

“I want another child,” replied Samudra. “Create my son whom you have killed.”

That assertion had no effect whatsoever. The ocean continues to advance. The rest of the last button, his motorized body will be seen entirely. The shirt he threw in any direction.

Glorien's getting scared.

Now the two knees of Samudra have pressed the tip of the mattress with the position of the body is still vertical. His lips smiled again. The smile that Glorien himself did not understand what it meant.

“This husband of yours misses you, Glo,” said Samudra in a half whispered tone.

While Glorien was getting shuffled to the end of the bed.

“Do not, Sam. I beg you,” he's caving.

Now both hands of Samudra pressed on the mattress. He started crawling closer to Glorien exactly a cat.

But before that, Glorien moved quickly to get off the bed and left.

Unfortunately, that was only an intention.

ZAP UP!

Because the ocean pulled the woman's body faster and then wrapped it underneath.

Glorien shouted a rejection.

The ocean doesn't care anymore. Glorien's cry was like the ghotic chant he heard at midnight.

In the next instant, he smothered Glorien's noisy mouth with his lips. Doing rough kisses in angry mixed lust. Even biting those chewy lips until they bleed.

Kamaf ocean.

In between the time of the man's silence, Glorien managed to take a breath and then shouted again, “Stop, Samudra!”

Wggw!

Time seems to stop. The ocean dwells frozen in a position still encased Glorien. His head was already raised with a wide gaze and a hunting breath. Her hair was tearing to the front of her face.

Glorien was still crying. His desperate gaze made the heart of the Ocean feel torn apart.

Suddenly his consciousness returned. Hurrying to release his check on Glorien, he distanced himself.

At the same time, the phone he had thrown on the bed suddenly rang.

He saw and heard who contacted him. The ocean turned to Glorien who was crying with his face looking to the side, silent for a moment, then raised the call while turning his hair back with his other hand.

“Hallo, Jess.”

Apparently Jesslyn called. A few seconds Samudra used to listen to her lover's chatter on the other end of the phone.

“Iya. I'll pick you up soon. You don't go anywhere first. I changed clothes jerk, yes.” Call switched off.

Glorien is back as the center of attention. The woman is now curled up. His cries are still heard.

“Do not try to leave this room. Our business is not finished,” Samudra warned. His feet moved towards the closet. A shirt was taken from there. Before closing the door, he again said, “This house is in the care of my men, so do not think to be able to escape.” Then really get out and close the door.

Glorien started to rise slowly. The door that had just engulfed the body of the Ocean was gazed upon grieving.

“Why are you doing this with me, Sam? What's my fault?” bitter muttering. He hugged his knees and put his head there.

Outside, Samudra gave orders to some of his men who were all dressed in black.

“Jaga him! Don't let it out and run away. Feed it better. Ask Mada to prepare.” Then he got into the car and drove off with a driver.

On the way, he was pensively staring at the road moving behind the glass, along with the rolling tires of the car he was riding.

He had already dropped Rohan and half Pascal, then Glorien ... What exactly did he want over the woman?

His dead son will not return. And love ... he even has Jesslyn.

The ocean of dilemmas is addressing itself.