Perfect Son-in-law

By Conditions

For the sake of his safety and security, Glorien was repatriated by the Ocean to the realm of Pascal.

No matter Rohan's harsh curse and curse for finding his daughter near death, Samudra prefers earplugs and bodo periods.

Although he did not know who was behind the sneak attack, at least Glorien would be safe with his family.

Not Rohan, Samudra concluded.

There was no way the arrogant old man could hurt his own daughter just because the treasure half changed hands. Reinforced also by Yara's convincing testimony, about how Rohan fought for as long as he knew.

Rohan is cruel for money and business, but he is not a closed-hearted psychopath who is willing to kill. Except when the Ocean is in a coma, beyond his calculations.

So logically, there are obviously others who want destruction - either over the Ocean, or after Glorien.

Last night for this, Samudra played with his laptop accompanied by Mada. He now lives in his old garage house. Not choosing a hotel, too risky at a time like this-in his opinion. And he must have had a reason.

Ernest, David and others he assigned to Will's new office. Mixing business and other affairs, they were forced to use the rode system. The ocean paid a lot for it.

Earphones in the ears he did not come off. Occasionally talk to David to match the data they find.

“Our enemy is now no longer Pascal,” Samudra chirps. “There are others who are more open use violence. Whether it's a challenge submission, or a form of warning.”

Mada responded by letting her gaze out at Samudra. “According to you who's sincer?”

A pair of docked palms, the Ocean was set up to support the chin. His face was still staring at the screen.

“Slight hints Ernest found, chances are he was snincer Glorien.”

“Lho?!” Mada. “It's Princess Pascal's business, why do we bother to take care of it?! Let the Rohan be the one who is spinning & squint!”

Instantly, Bacotan Mada fished a horror look on the face of the Ocean. His eyes dodged giving a sharp look at the bastard.

“Hehe. Yes, Sam. Ampunin cave. Not again deh,” he said ketar-ketir with a yellow grin.

The ocean itself does not understand. He was still thinking about how to take revenge on Glorien, but watching the woman get hurt, he was even in the fog himself.

It is not ridiculous if Mada bled it all out.

“Mending your time, Mad! Very useful for your face!”

Fresh wind. Mada is happy. He stood up and saluted. “Siap, Bossku!”

“Busty!”

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A week later.

Everything seems fine. Nothing chaotic happened to follow. But the Ocean was not silent, still he monitored from all sides.

Glorien seemed to have improved and began to busy themselves taking care of the hotel. But something else is now taking over his mind.

Sakti severed their relationship through a long message he sent via watsap. Expressing a deep apology, as well as the reason behind his decision. They decided to be friends like they used to be in the end. Glorien understands how depressed Sakti is because of his dilapidated papa love affair. But the good thing is, he did not feel the slightest pain because of the decision. Obviously, from the beginning there was no special taste for Sakti.

Currently in a special room relaxing in the lobby,

Glorien pensively stared at the phone screen rereading Sakti's long message which was frankly so she was the one who was not feeling well.

Then the Ocean suddenly came to disperse its rhythm. Two pants pocket made the land to hide the palm of the hand by the man.

“Siang, Samudra Mistress.”

Glorien. The damn smile of the Ocean greeted him. While throwing away the face he asked, “You want are you here?”

The ocean smiled and sat down next to him. Lean back on the sofa and cross legs pretentious so master. “You found my wife!” reply gratuitous.

Glorien's lentic hairy eyes glared at his dislike of the story.

Ocean rarity sounds annoying.

“Ya. I'm going!” The man got up again from his seat, then moved away composing a step to pass.

Unexpectedly Glorien, the man did not make things difficult for him anymore. But something then disturbs his memory just as the Ocean steps in the five-meter radius ahead of him.

“Samudra, wait!”

He stopped the man's steps.

Ocean turned. The crazy smile on his face was plugged up again. “What's up?” tanyakanya.

Glorien clasped his phone, then walked up to the man. Now they face each other.

The ocean was still waiting for what his wife would say that all these seconds were still silent.

Glorien's breath sounded heavy, before finally making a sound, “Please divorce me, Samudra.”

The smile on the face of the Ocean instantly faded. Replacing the cold face that shows emotions that begin to rise.

He was silent for a while.

“Samudra, I beg.” Glorien started caving. “You already have Jesslyn. Please don't make it harder for me.”

Although his heart clearly felt dislike, but again the Ocean can hide. Her horror aura returned she changed-this time with a cynical smile. “It won't be that easy, Miss Pascal!”

Glorien responded with frustration and did not know what to do.

“Please, Ocean. Don't think gini. I need to live my life normally. You want Jesslyn's fiance, right? .... Live your life freely with him. If he finds out we still have a bond, don't you watch him?”

The narrative slightly pinched the fragile side of the Ocean.

No doubt, what Glorien said was true. But even further in his heart, he did not care about it. “Jesslyn my business!” it's even so. “If you want a divorce letter, meet my requirements first. If you can be patient, I will kabulin what you want.”

Glorien was confused once again. His face showed impiety. A rough breath was blown from his nose. “What are the terms?” He asked in the end. Forced surrender. Even if he argues he won't win. Currently the Ocean was not a comparable opponent. That guy's not as gentle as he used to be.

Ocean grinning. Glorien's silent body stood up, he hitari as if he was judging. “Most is!” said.

“Iya, what?!” Glorien was impatient.

The ocean enjoyed its game. Satisfied with acting, he finally stopped in front of Glorien, then looked at each other straight between two pairs of eyes.

Glorien was still silent, waiting.

“You must want to be my personal assistant and driver!”

JRENGJEAN!

Glorien flinched to the point of tilting his head. “What did you say?”

“I said ... You have to want to be a driver and my errand boy!” reaffirms the Ocean.

Glorien massaged his forehead as he ruffled his waist back and forth. “What are no other conditions?” tanyanya stops the activity.

The ocean just shrugged its shoulders.

“Kalo don't want ya already .. no divorce papers!”

“Ohhh, Looord!”

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